“The unvaccinated are losers.” Ascribed to Aaron Rodgers.
“The unvaccinated just don’t play.” Ascribed to Novak Djokovic.
“The unvaccinated eat wherever.” Ascribed to Sarah Palin.
Ever since I learned the meaning of nescience about a decade ago, I have wished to use it but have not. If, however, I met Aaron, Novak, or Sarah, I would hope to have the opportunity to say, “I marvel at the extent of your nescience.”
Mitch McConnell recently said, “If you look at the statistics, African-American voters are voting in just as high a percentage as Americans.” The search, so far unsuccessful, began immediately to find a Trump supporter who found this offensive. And curiosity is now rampant as to how McConnell will describe Hispanic voting rates.
I just got on my computer an ad on how to block ads. You can make up a punchline.
The Lunar New Year began yesterday—the Year of the Tiger. I was happy to learn that I should not clean my place during the first few days of the New Year—“lest you want to sweep luck away.” I am pleased to report that I have much luck stored up. The dust bunnies look so fierce that this year I have anointed them dust tigers.
New York City had its first major winter storm of the season. During it, I did what I usually do during such an event. I turned to Wallace Stevens and read:
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
Now I have added “The Snow Man” to my ritual reading of “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”:
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; . . .
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
I wish I understood that.