I saw my dentist yesterday for a chipped crown. As he whirred away polishing the rough edges of my tooth, I tried to imagine what a visit to a holistic dentist would be like.
But before I could conjure any kind of mental picture, he was done and I was on my way. Bloody efficient man.
Who may trace the limits of the set named CAM? It includes prayer, tai chi, smelling nice things, listening to nice music, etc. Who would deny the humans such pleasures? I say, let the humans seek out experiences exotic or familiar that might provoke good feelings and hope for the future.
Seriously, I don't mind any of the hobbies. It's the pretention that the hobby will measurably improve some defined medical condition that I can't abide. We're just not allowed to pretend-play like that, even though it might be fun.
If we lower our evidential standards so marginal effects due to noise are good enough, we'll soon find ourselves overwhelmed with art. How will we cope? We'll likely divide into sects. Some will needle; some will trance. Some will like country. Some will like rock 'n roll.
Aren't we busy enough keeping up with the journals? Why can't we leave the theater to the artists? Must we do everything?
‘It turned out to be that cat hanging out on the front steps and he was not
looking too happy. ‘: Kind hearted hoomans save stray cat’s life and give
it a furever home despite the wife’s severe cat allergy, and now she has
‘had the flu for five years’
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As all of you cat lovers and owners know, when a cat chooses you there is
little you can do about. You have been chosen and so you will keep quiet
and le...
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