Thomas Merton once wrote: "Whan Lax and I were walking down Sixth Avenue, one night in the Spring, the street was all torn up and trenched and banked high with dirt and marked out with red lanterns where they were digging the subway, and we picked our way along the fronts of the dark little stores, going downtown to Greenwich Village."
I think this is something we can ALL learn from, or not.
Yesterday, somewhere in the world, somebody did something. But I don't know because I wasn't there. Or to put that another way, I wasn't there because I don't know but.
I went shopping in Boroko this morning. Little black children were prodding me because I am white. If they prod me a lot, I may turn brown. Then they will stop prodding me, and I will turn white again.
If you toast white bread it turns brown, but if you toast brown bread it doesn't turn white. How do you know if brown bread is toasted? When you leave bread out, it becomes crispy, like French Bread. If you toast it, it seems like fresh toasted bread. So toasted white bread is the same whether you use fresh bread or stale bread. But stale brown bread is just like toasted brown bread.
A man walked into a bar ... he should wear glasses.
A man wearing glasses walked into a bar ... he must be drunk.
A man, using glasses, serves at the bar. A horse walks up to the bar. The barman looks at him and says: "So, why the long face?"
The Bible says: " Cursed is anyone who sleeps with his mother-in-law"! Well, duuuuurrr. This must be where mother-in-law jokes started.
Did you know that there are more different types of leaf in PNG that there are cans of beer in Australia on any given day? Well, neither do I. I just made it up. But there you have it, the facts don't lie! Or do they, like statistics? I don't like statistics particularly. Statistics like I particularly don't. Yoda would be proud.
Use the force, or the farce.
There is a hammering in the pipes. Actually it is on the pipes. It is the plumber, plumbing. Or just hammering on the pipes. Remember Danny Boy .. the pipes, the pipes are calling. How do pipes call? By phone I expect. Or maybe a house call. I'm not sure how you hold a house up to your ear to make a call, but there you are.
And here I am. But I must be going.
Sorry, what was your question again?
I think this is something we can ALL learn from, or not.
Yesterday, somewhere in the world, somebody did something. But I don't know because I wasn't there. Or to put that another way, I wasn't there because I don't know but.
I went shopping in Boroko this morning. Little black children were prodding me because I am white. If they prod me a lot, I may turn brown. Then they will stop prodding me, and I will turn white again.
If you toast white bread it turns brown, but if you toast brown bread it doesn't turn white. How do you know if brown bread is toasted? When you leave bread out, it becomes crispy, like French Bread. If you toast it, it seems like fresh toasted bread. So toasted white bread is the same whether you use fresh bread or stale bread. But stale brown bread is just like toasted brown bread.
A man walked into a bar ... he should wear glasses.
A man wearing glasses walked into a bar ... he must be drunk.
A man, using glasses, serves at the bar. A horse walks up to the bar. The barman looks at him and says: "So, why the long face?"
The Bible says: " Cursed is anyone who sleeps with his mother-in-law"! Well, duuuuurrr. This must be where mother-in-law jokes started.
Did you know that there are more different types of leaf in PNG that there are cans of beer in Australia on any given day? Well, neither do I. I just made it up. But there you have it, the facts don't lie! Or do they, like statistics? I don't like statistics particularly. Statistics like I particularly don't. Yoda would be proud.
Use the force, or the farce.
There is a hammering in the pipes. Actually it is on the pipes. It is the plumber, plumbing. Or just hammering on the pipes. Remember Danny Boy .. the pipes, the pipes are calling. How do pipes call? By phone I expect. Or maybe a house call. I'm not sure how you hold a house up to your ear to make a call, but there you are.
And here I am. But I must be going.
Sorry, what was your question again?
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