Call it the sweetness of life.
It was 3 p.m. on a recent Friday, and there I was, at my computer, desperate to dig up information…
As humorist and social critic H.L. Mencken wrote, “A man who can laugh, if only at himself, is never really miserable.”
As readers of this column may know, I have terminal cancer.
I admire these guys for very different reasons.
I’ve heard people say that human beings are the only creatures that know they will die.
Like Teddy Daniels, a former candidate for Pennsylvania lieutenant, who is prominently featured in a series of doomsday, deep-fake ads on Facebook and Youtube.
I could call up any large chain store in a city and talk to someone without being told to call corporate ownership on the other side of the country.
As the poet Theodore Roethke once wrote: “In a dark time the eye begins to see…”
“Learn a new language and get a new soul.”
I have said and done many things of which I am not proud. That is, I am no golden bird cheeping about human frailties from some high branch of superhuman understanding.
I have always considered it a strength, not a weakness, to consult with people with whom we vehemently disagree.
Of course there’s irony here in that LinkedIn is asking writers — who, after all, make their living by writing — to help “educate” a technology that would automate their jobs.
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