Week 000 - Genesis

One Hole Behind... A man was golfing. He walked up to a woman standing nearby him and said, "I'm sorry, I can't seem to remember what hole I'm on." And the woman replied, "Well, I'm on hole 6, and you are one hold behind me, so you must be on hole 5." He thanked her and walked away. A few minutes later he approached her. Again he asked the same question, "I can't remember what hole I'm on. Can you tell me?" And again the woman replied, "Well I'm on hole 10, and you're one hole behind me, so you must be on hole 9." That was the last time he spoke to her, and they both finished their games separately. Later that night the man saw the woman at a bar. He walked up to her and started up a conversation. Making small talk, he asked her what she did for a living. "I don't want to say. You'll laugh," she replied. "Oh, give me a shot. Just tell me who you work for." "Well, ok. But promise not to laugh." (He promised.) "I work for Tampax, you know, the feminine protection company." After she spoke, the man started crack

Jabrocal

Era el briño, y los ligrosos
Giraban y mangaban en el panal:
Tan debrable los bogrosos,
Y aún los rantopos salgraban.

“¡Hijo, cuidado con el Jabroco!
¡Mandibulas mordiente, garras enganchante!
¡Cuidado con el pájaro Joco,
Y descátarte del Bandagarras frumante!

El tomó su espada vorpal en mano,
Largo el enemigo majón buscaba—
Así descansó bajo el árbol de Tamo,
Y parado un tiempo pensaba.

Y, tal parado en su pensar ufado,
El Jabroco, con ojos de llama,
Vino chiflando através del bosque tulgado,
Y burjaba mientras llegaba!

¡Un, dos! ¡Un, dos! ¡Y de pieza en pieza
La espada vorpal cortaba y cartaba!
Lo dejo muerto, y con su cabeza
Regresó en una galumpiada.

“¿Y, hais matado al Jabroco?
¡Ven a mis manos, mi hijo radiante!
¡Que día fralloso! ¡Qué hillo! ¡Qué cozo!”
Chorló el, felizmente.

Era el briño, y los ligrosos
Giraban y mangaban en el panal:
Tan debrable los bogrosos,
Y aún los rantopos salgraban.

@JRehling

1995: There are six inches of snow. School is cancelled.

2020: There's a global pandemic that will kill some of your parents and teachers and a few of you. Don't miss the bus.

https://twitter.com/JRehling/status/1285358416836169729

Vidi. Vici. Veni.
I saw. I conquered. I came.

“But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”

― George Eliot, Middlemarch