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Eating Lunch Alone

Society requires food. Food, however, does not require society: there's conversation in a salad, personality in vegetables, charm in a dessert, class in a beverage, and friendship in a sandwich. Soups are aloof, but worth the effort. Roasts are pious. Cookies are the best company. The receipt from an order of crème brûlée is like lipstick on your collar.

Spades are Spades

I was watching basketball with my friends last night - my first game of the season - and, finding myself irritated at how "fouls" prolong games, the following occurred to me:

If they called "fouls" what they are, namely cheating, there wouldn't be nearly so many of them. Rules exist in a game for a reason. When cheating has become a part of the game to the extent that it has in basketball, then it becomes obvious that, somewhere along the line, the players and coaches and organization and referees have lost sight of what basketball was supposed to be, and are instead trying to make it into something else - something that lasts twice as long as it should and thrives on dishonesty (another name for "fouling").

R.I.P.

Basketball

January 20, 1892 - April 30, 2003

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