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Seen on Columbia Reddit…

Any belote players in the area who'd like to meet up and play?

Naturally I assumed that a belote was a musical instrument. It’s not. So then I figured it must be a sport. Nope.

This struck me as a good example that life is full of reminders that I don’t know everything and that these just might be opportunities to learn something new.

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As a teacher of young children I’ve rarely thrown anything more risky than a bean bag, but this thread on Bluesky made me smile.

Doug Mack: randomly decided to look at the history of people throwing sandwiches and...

Cleveland Press, 1957

“With mustard!”

Mack also writes what he calls an “Agreeably nerdy food history newsletter: snackstack.net” so I suppose that airborne edibles are in his wheelhouse.

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I’ve spent the summer falling asleep to the polite, unassuming tones of this fellow on YouTube.

“Hello. Thanks for stopping by.”

Robslondon

An exploration of everything to do with London; from the city's history and transport, to tales of true crime and more…... and every now and then I'll be exploring other parts of the UK too!

No, I don’t listen to the creepy ones before bed. And I can’t explain why I find it so restful. But the two-part series on London’s Quirkiest Railways is oddly comforting. Someone I know has long listened to episodes of The West Wing to get to sleep, so I suspect I’m not the only one to to find that counting sheep takes other forms.

Do I hate the adverts? Yes. Will I pay to get rid of them? Nah. If I had that kind of extra money I’d donate it to Columbia Community Care.

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Yesterday I responded to an NPR story on Facebook and someone immediately lit into me. After my initial discomfort I realized they had misunderstood me. I did my best to rearticulate my point more clearly. You’ll never guess what happened next.

About an hour or so later that person acknowledged they had misunderstood, apologized, and took down their post.

This is such a rare occurrence I thought I’d memorialize it here. Who knows when it will happen again?

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It’s Friday. Do you have any interesting weekend plans? I have not had a single snowball this summer and I’m hoping to rectify that.

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Teacher Gifts

Today is the last day of school before the Winter Break. It’s a good time to remember the far-reaching nature of our public school system. You may not have children. You may have sent your children to independent schools. It matters not. You will be impacted one way or another. Yesterday I read a long thread on Facebook about several waves of illness in the schools right now. There’s influenza A and norovirus, I believe. And of course there’s COVID. Apparently in some individual schools the rate of illness is high enough for school admin to notify parents. When I was little the acceptable holiday gift for a teacher was one of those lovely floral handkerchief squares. (I don’t know what it was for male teachers. They were rare in my elementary years.) These days the range of teacher gifts is wider and I have fond memories of Target gift cards which I have written about before. I think it’s safe to say that giving one’s teacher Influenza, norovirus, or COVID is not the ideal holiday...

They Can Wait

This is not a typical Saturday post. That’s because, in my community, it’s not a typical Saturday. Oakland Mills High School, after years of deferred repair, needs massive renovation. It’s pretty simple: when you don’t fix a problem it gets bigger. The school system itself said the the OMHS school building was "no longer conducive to learning" back in 2018. 2018 . But Thursday the Boad of Education voted to push it out of the lineup of important projects which will be given the go-ahead to proceed soonest. In my opinion it’s a terrible decision and sets a dangerous precedent. To explain, here’s the advocacy letter I sent in support of Oakland Mills High School. I was rather proud of it. I am writing to ask you to proceed with needed renovation at Oakland Mills High School in the most timely and comprehensive manner humanly possible. I have read the letter sent to you by the Oakland Mills Community Association and I am in complete agreement. You are extremel...

Columbia Chance Connection

Last night, as my husband and I were about to sit down to dinner, our front door swung open and a cheery voice announced, “I’m ba—ack!” We weren’t expecting anyone. Clearly the only people who’d walk right in to our house would be one of our offspring. I had my reading glasses on so I wasn’t seeing too clearly. It seemed too tall for our youngest, but we knew our eldest was at work. I took off my glasses to see a friendly but confused face scanning our living room. When her gaze landed on us we all had a sudden realization. We didn’t know eachother. “Oh I’m so sorry! I’m in the wrong house! My daughter just moved in and she needed hooks for the kitchen so I ran out to get them.” She waved the package. “All these houses look the same and I don’t know the neighborhood yet. I thought this was my daughter’s house.” We were all getting a bit giggly. “That’s okay. For a quick second we thought you were our daughter,” said my husband. I told her our names and said she should defin...

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