Day 2—One Word
Fom One Word —Specific
Since September when I pick out a book to read I wonder what specific challenge it satisfies. One of the book challenges, rather than being particular, creates ample space to improvise. Today I used the slot earmarked for a staff pick. I checked three bookstores until I found one that recommended The Illumination by Kevin Brockmeier. Is that stretching the rules?
Stretching the rules? Today the Supreme Court ruled in favor of free speech by 8—1. I can't imagine that any justice was ruling in favor of the church members whose crass behavior at a funeral for a soldier was the impetus for the case. It isn't easy to adhere to free speech when the group is hateful and causes anguish.
Specific—the way the spindrift hangs over the ocean—at one particular spot on the Maine coast. It's where I sit and stare at the ocean. Once a seagull kept coming closer and closer despite my waving hands and verbal commands. Finally he swooped down and attempted to steal a pack of gorp.
My seagull escapades include the time a rather militant bearing seagull settled on my windshield and refused to move. We had a ten minute stand-off and he tired first.
A sign at a lobster pound in Maine: Watch your lobster. Lobsters left alone may be stolen by seagulls.
Specific—idiosyncratic
Since September when I pick out a book to read I wonder what specific challenge it satisfies. One of the book challenges, rather than being particular, creates ample space to improvise. Today I used the slot earmarked for a staff pick. I checked three bookstores until I found one that recommended The Illumination by Kevin Brockmeier. Is that stretching the rules?
Stretching the rules? Today the Supreme Court ruled in favor of free speech by 8—1. I can't imagine that any justice was ruling in favor of the church members whose crass behavior at a funeral for a soldier was the impetus for the case. It isn't easy to adhere to free speech when the group is hateful and causes anguish.
Specific—the way the spindrift hangs over the ocean—at one particular spot on the Maine coast. It's where I sit and stare at the ocean. Once a seagull kept coming closer and closer despite my waving hands and verbal commands. Finally he swooped down and attempted to steal a pack of gorp.
My seagull escapades include the time a rather militant bearing seagull settled on my windshield and refused to move. We had a ten minute stand-off and he tired first.
A sign at a lobster pound in Maine: Watch your lobster. Lobsters left alone may be stolen by seagulls.
Specific—idiosyncratic
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