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Photo Memory of the Week
Also not a finch. Or a canary.
Music of the Week
Quote of the Week
“You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you're finished, you'll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird... So let's look at the bird and see what it's doing — that's what counts. I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.”
Source: Richard P. Feynman, "What Do You Care What Other People Think?": Further Adventures of a Curious Character
Posted: 2025 Nov 28And check out this post for more of Richard Feynman's world view.
Category Archives: Laughing Frequently
The Lower 46
Maybe a purchase is in order, strictly in the interests of science of course. Continue reading
Posted in Day-to-Day Encounters, Language and Communication, Laughing Frequently
Tagged Food & Drink, Signs
10 Comments
Re Re
More fun with prefixes and stuff. Continue reading
You Otter Be in Pictures
Wee sleekit, swimming, playful beastie. And others that Robbie Burns spake not of. Continue reading
Simple and Not-so-simple Sics
Calling all copy editors. Continue reading
Posted in Language and Communication, Laughing Frequently, Wired
Tagged Critical Thinking, Miscellany
6 Comments
Fast: Just Try to Pick It
Who makes (up) these rules, anyway? Continue reading
Uriouser and Uriouser
Curious (+ in and un), furious, injurious (but no jurious), spurious, usurious, luxurious, penurious, perjurious. Not as many as I might have guessed, but more than I could think of on my own. What’s with that? Continue reading
Shovelling Water
Fighting the forces of nature. Unsuccessfully. Continue reading
Posted in Day-to-Day Encounters, Laughing Frequently, Photos of Flora
Tagged Other Plants, Poetry
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Worth Doing
More fun with misquotations. And with blueberries. Continue reading
Posted in Laughing Frequently, Thinking Broadly
Tagged Citizenship, Critical Thinking, Miscellany, Terra Firma, Word Play
6 Comments
Awatto and Environs
A staycation of sorts. Continue reading