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I faked all of my book reports as a kid – I hated reading. I got good grades in my ESL classes only because of some natural ability with words. At least that’s what teachers said. Gifted. My ease with diction and syntax had less to do with natural ability and more to do with my growing ability to adapt. I was surviving.
OPACITY
Alejandro Herredia debuts his new Tasteful Rude column with a meditation on the word opacity.
MR. WRONG: Standard Deviation
Do you even have a clock? Don’t you just look at your phone? Your microwave oven, maybe?
MR. WRONG: Check, Please
Do you know and/or remember what “checks” are?
MR. WRONG: Summer of Spam
Meanwhile, whose Summer is it? All I can think is: Summer of Sam, that was an Ownership of a Summer, you could look it up!
MR. WRONG: CICADA
Cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada cicada.
MR. WRONG: Office Birthday
The Man wants Control. The Man wants you to Obey. The Man wants theirs first, dig? The Man is not your friend, and not your fam! The Man!
MR. WRONG: Mars Needs Robots
Anyway, don’t go to Mars, seriously, I heard there’s this seasonal methane release on Mars that the Scientists have observed.
MR. WRONG: Hold The Onions
EVERY TIME I chop onions (I am not good at it) I remember that movie about Julia Child where she enrolled in the famous Cordon Bleu, and there was a lab where the baby Bleus hadda learn how to chop the onions, because the onion is a building block of gastronomy or something. Your whole […]
ASK THE SOPHIST: May I Call Out My Friend for Jumping the Vaccination Line?
Dear The Sophist, My friend chose to “misread” our state’s vaccine requirements—on purpose, because supposedly “everyone else” was doing it at her K-8 school—and skipped the line ahead of people who are 70+ and healthcare workers/staff because it’s an honor system to sign up. Our group text told her she was wrong but she chose to […]
ASK THE SOPHIST: Should I Attend a Funeral With Republican Relatives or Is It Time to Start Running?
I am torn between the guilt of obligation to attend the funeral, and a powerful desire to continue to not speak to these people.