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It seems like good advice. Last year alone, more than a dozen shredders round the world were ruined when shredder blades jammed because of unfortunate finger, toe and tongue placement . We’ve installed a proximity sensor on our shredder that sounds an alarm whenever our large, soiled-diaper wearing hairy monster baby approaches our shredder. Send us your tips for preventing baby/shredder incidents. Send your tips to don’t shred my baby at box 1, Scwhenksville, TX.


It was June 18 last year, a day of late spring’s shimmering edge with summer, that the ghosts appeared, all translucence, going about their business as the rest of us do.

All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear,
All intellect, all sense, and as they please
They limb themselves, and colour, shape, or size,
Assume, as likes them best, condense or rare.

JOHN MILTON, Paradise Lost

There are an infinite number of universes existing side by side and through which our consciousnesses constantly pass. In these universes, all possibilities exist. You are alive in some, long dead in others, and never existed in still others. Many of our “ghosts” could indeed be visions of people going about their business in a parallel universe or another time — or both.

PAUL F. ENO, Faces at the Window


I look for ghosts; but none will force
Their way to me. ‘Tis falsely said
That there was ever intercourse
Between the living and the dead.

 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, Affliction of Margaret


Of all ghosts, the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.

SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE, The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes

Whenever I take up a newspaper, I seem to see Ghosts gliding between the lines. There must be Ghosts all the country over, as thick as the sand of the sea…. We are, one and all, so pitifully afraid of the light.


The ghosts of the tribe
Crouch in the nights beside the ghost of a fire, they try to
Remember the sunlight,
Light has died out of their skies.

ROBINSON JEFFERS, Apology for Bad Dreams

It is wonderful that five thousand years have now elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.

SAMUEL JOHNSON, The Life of Samuel Johnson

The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

EMILY BRONTE, Wuthering Heights

While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped
Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,
And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing
Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, Hymn to Intellectual Beauty

You may have seen in the legitimate media some news lately about disappointing jobs numbers like this one in the Wall Street Journal. I try not to read too much or watch too much on TV other than sports (nothing really equals playoff hockey) and Modern Family (still funny). Oh yeah, and Sherlock is finally returning to Masterpiece Theater on what used to be public television.

But I digress. I think that what’s happened is that US employment is no longer very important to the markets. Markets are interested in earnings and profits, not in how many people are working in any given location. People doing a job for less money anywhere in the world helps a company’s quarterly earnings statement (or whatever they call it – read disclaimer below). So, many companies have little or nothing at stake in any particular community, e.g., the community of the United States workforce.

DISCLAIMER: I’ve done no research on this. I don’t have statistics to cite, or scholars and pundits to quote. I’m not particularly educated nor have I been trained in economics. It just seems that way to me. Use the search engine of your choice and your findings may be different. FURTHER DISCLAIMER: I nearly failed macro economics. 

Oh, and here’s a nice picture – a few weekends ago in Central Park, New York City. I stitched two photos together, and by gum it, I like the way it came out. For the camera compulsive, I used a Fargomatic Ultra 11, model 16 (firmware version q) with a 16 caliber 1.2 mm desensored lens.


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