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Dear Dairy

Moosetta was no ordinary teenage cow. For one, she had a penchant for introspection that set her apart from the herd. While her bovine peers spent their days ruminating on grass and gossiping about Farmer Ted's questionable overalls, Moosetta dreamed of expressing herself. So, one day, she picked up a pen (a challenge without opposable thumbs, but determination prevailed) and started her journal, Dear Dairy . Day 1 Dear Dairy, Today, Betsy said I chew my cud like I'm in a Shakespearean tragedy. That's udderly unfair. If contemplating existence while chewing is a crime, then lock me up. Also, I caught Farmer Ted sneaking cookies behind the barn. He dropped one. It was chocolate chip. A win for me, a loss for his waistline. Day 3 Dear Dairy, I've decided that I want to write poetry. Here's my first attempt: The pasture green, the sun does gleam, My moo unheard, a bovine dream. It needs work, but the chickens seemed impressed. Except for Cluck Norris—he's always s...

During the Tudor Period in England

During the Tudor Period in England, there were many students who required individualized Tudoring. When they received the attention they needed, they would often flourish in the food courts of their day, dishing up delectable Jamaican, Japanese, and Salvadoran cuisine on styrofoam plates. Would you like chips with that? Eventually, many of these Tudored individuals rose to prominence in their fields. There was Sir Nigel Butterdish, inventor of the collapsible collander, and Lady Beatrice of the Breadsticks, who revolutionized etiquette with her pioneering "no jousting at dinner" rule. Truly, the age of Tudoring left an indelible mark on history—and on the napkins of the era, which bore the first recorded doodles of knights fighting over custard pies. It was clear: Tudoring wasn't just about education; it was about preparing young minds to dine, think, and occasionally duel their way into the annals of history. -- -- Phil Shapiro, pshapiro@his.com https://opensource.com/us...

Marjorie's Journey to Grow as a Manager

Marjorie Winters prided herself on efficiency. As the manager of a bustling marketing agency, she believed that her job was to ensure deadlines were met, budgets adhered to, and clients left impressed. Her desk was a shrine to productivity: color-coded folders, neatly stacked reports, and a mug declaring "World's Best Boss" (a self-purchase she never admitted). Yet lately, there had been murmurs. A whispered complaint here, an eye-roll there. Projects were on time, but the energy in the office felt... off. Determined to prove herself the leader she knew she could be, Marjorie implemented a new feedback initiative: the Mirror Report . Employees could anonymously submit feedback under two categories: "Reflections" (things Marjorie was doing well) and "Smudges" (areas needing improvement). The first batch of reports was sobering. Reflections: "Marjorie is great at keeping the team organized." "She's decisive and clear about expectatio...

Revised Corporate Mottoes for 2025

Google: "Do no evil -- on Fridays, between 4:30 pm and 5 pm." "All your thoughts are belong to us." "One search to rule them all, and in the darkness bind them." "Google product graveyard tours start on the hour, every hour, between 8 am and 10 pm, PST. Follow the happy guides with the multicolored open umbrellas." Microsoft : "That's a nice little company you've built there. It would be a shame if something happened to it." "Your dependence is our innovation." "We'll stop supporting you when the world stops supporting us." "Please do not turn off your mind until the upgrade is completed." Apple: "For your convenience, you can now direct deposit your paycheck to the Apple Store." "Selling you back the illusion of freedom, one device at a time." "Would you like a device with your adapter? We also sell adapter for our adapters. Tesla: "As an add-on to your car pur...

Fritz the Feline Philosopher

Fritz was no ordinary alley cat. His sleek black fur gave him a regal air, but his most prized possession was his mind—a curious and ever-questioning one. While other cats were content to lounge in the sun or stalk the occasional mouse, Fritz roamed the neighborhood with a singular mission: to liberate his fellow felines from the tyranny of dogma. One sunny morning, Fritz found Marmalade, a chubby orange tabby, staring intently at a wall. "What's the fascination, Marmalade?" Fritz asked, tilting his head. "There's a shadow," Marmalade replied, tail flicking. "I'm certain it's the ghost of Whiskerclaw, the Great Mouser." Fritz sighed. "Marmalade, my dear friend, dogma will only leave you barking up the wrong tree. Why don't you step back and examine the evidence? That shadow's probably just a bush swaying in the wind." Marmalade blinked. "But... what if it is Whiskerclaw?" "And what if it's just a squirr...

After Eating a Small Piece of Camembert Cheese

Yesterday, I ate a small piece of Camembert cheese and all of a sudden I wanted to create a unified theory of physics, I started speaking Swahili when I barely spoke Swahili before, developed several new economic theories rooted in quantum computing, played the entirety of Bohemian Rhapsody using spoons, redesigned several electric motors to boost their efficiency by more than 40 percent, using satellite imagery, located several lost civilizations that had been previously overlooked, found more than twenty errors in peer reviewed scientific papers, explored several new genres of art and music, wrote satirical works that made fun of my satirical works, wrote and delivered several TEDx talks on a wide range of subjects, wrote a brief to break up the antitrust division of the Federal Trade Commission, postulated that nuclear fusion can be achieved faster by using cabbage. As the evening wore on, the effects of the Camembert began to wane. My Swahili reverted to the occasional "Jamb...

The Humble Virtues of a Simple Private Jet

I have often thought that the question of how one ought to live is as perennial as the seasons, and as susceptible to overcomplication as the foliage of a tangled wood. To live deliberately, with purpose, requires discernment: a stripping away of the superfluous so that the essential may shine forth. And yet, in this age of noise and haste, we find ourselves burdened by the overornamentation of our means. I submit, dear reader, that even in the realm of private aviation—perhaps especially there—simplicity is the truest luxury. It is not the extravagance of the flight, nor the ostentation of its trappings, that speaks to the nobility of human endeavor. A gilded fuselage or a chandelier within the cabin may dazzle the senses, but they do little to elevate the spirit. Far better to have a simple, unadorned jet: one that carries us swiftly, efficiently, and humbly to where we must go. The grandeur of the journey lies not in the seat coverings or the champagne served but in the soaring per...