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Not everyone hates the winter as much as I do — I’ve even argued that the primary impetus for European colonialism was the perfectly reasonable quest for warmer climes — but if you’re similar to me in this regard, with all due apologies to T. S. Eliot, April is not the cruelest month — February is. And apparently, a “major winter storm” will sock huge swaths of the USA this week. For me, the worst part of the year is that deep-frozen dark patch of dead somnolence between the Super Bowl and the blooming of the first tulips. Read more …
Back to Normal? I Told You So
Sagte ich doch.
Te lo deje.
I told you so.
Savory words in whatever language you say them in. These days I’ve been indulging myself. Read more …