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Reading Between The Lines – ‘Beloved’
“Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another.”
—Toni Morrison, Beloved
Why the Heck Would Anyone Actually Want to Go to Burning Man?
Every year, around late August, a very specific type of person starts talking about “the playa” like it’s a place they summered as a child instead of a temporary pop-up city in the Nevada desert that costs more than a used Honda Civic to attend.
You know this person. He works in tech, or wants you to think he does. His LinkedIn headline has the word “builder” in it somewhere, unprompted, like he’s a golden retriever that learned to code. He has a bike with fur on it in storage somewhere in Oakland, insured separately from his actual car.
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Word of the Day
August 31, 2026
pathos
an emotion of sympathy
“Martha filled with pathos upon discovering the scrawny, shivering kitten at her door.”
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Dolly Parton and Carl Dean, her husband of 56 years, when they first met in 1964.
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Reading Between The Lines – ‘Charlotte’s Web’
“You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.”
— E. B. White, Charlotte’s Web
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What Was Life Like Before The Internet?
There was a time, not terribly long ago, when you could leave your house and nobody knew where you were.
Think about that.
You could walk out the front door at nine in the morning, disappear for six hours, and return at three carrying a bag of Doritos and absolutely no explanation of your movements. Your mother might ask where you’d been, but this was more conversational than forensic. There was no little blue dot traveling suspiciously across a map.
You had simply been out.