Pedestrian's Prerogative

As a pedestrian I have come to realize the loss of my right to exercise a polite chivalry in allowing a car turning in or crossing a crosswalk to continue on while I wait a mere split-second for the miles of nothingness that follow said car. But the cars come to a complete dead stop even though they be tail-gaited, and seem to take gladly the risk of being rear-ended and given a lifelong disability of whiplash. And then being stopped they then wait with conditioned patience for me to cross even though I smile, cajole, put my hands together in supplication the car will not proceed. It is as if there were some omnipresent overseer of the new conscience that forbids them from receiving a pedestrian's goodwill. I lament this loss of a pedestrian's prerogative.

In Reading about Bird Anatomy

In reading about bird anatomy I keep coming upon the verb 'adapted' and even 'modified'. Interesting that for such an intricate anatomy the word 'designed' is never used. It would be like reading about a Mercedes motor and hearing how the pistons and driveshafts adapted and modified themselves to their present fine tuned complexity. Amazing how such things can happen of themselves!

A Guest Reader

A spider scurries down the page. Try this. Try just allowing him to speed-read as he scans the page. Do not automatically resort to the default of insect crushing, but allow your eyes to be amazed at such a little creature trusting you to leave him to his reading.