I love words. I thank you for hearing my words. I want to tell you something about words that I think is important. Words are my work, they’re my play. They’re my passion. Words are all we have really. We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid. And, then we assign a word to a thought and we’re stuck with that word for that thought. So be careful with words. The same words that hurt can heal.
“I don’t care what you think about me.
I don’t think about you at all.”
Attagirl!
“Not everyone likes me.
But not everyone matters.”
Attaboy!
Last borns are the attention-seekers. They love the limelight. They have messy rooms. They are fun-loving and have very high self-esteem. Why? They were always in a state of self-protection throughout their childhood as they were the last guy in line and they needed to preserve their sense of self as a means of survival.
Last borns have a roller-coaster energy level – when they’re up, they’re really up. But when they’re down, they can be way down.
Last borns deal well with people older than they are.
They are very charming with a good sense of humour.
I’m a Last Born. You?
(Those not busy being born are busy dying.)
2,000-year-old book about Roman emperors enters bestseller charts The Lives of the Caesars,
The Lives of the Caesars, translated from Latin by The Rest Is History podcast co-host Tom Holland, details everything from ancient policy failures to sex scandals
404 MediaMedia: “Hoopla, a service that provides public libraries around the country with ebooks, announced that it will do more to prevent the spread of low quality AI-generated books after a 404 Media investigation showed that they were common on its platform.
“At hoopla, customer satisfaction is at the core of everything we do, and we deeply appreciate the feedback we’ve received regarding our content, including AI-related titles,” Ann Ford, VP of Sales & Customer Support at Hoopla, said in an email sent to librarians on February 10, which 404 Media then obtained. “We want to assure you that we take your concerns very seriously.
Boris Spassky, RIP
In Leningrad’s embrace, midwinter’s chill, A prodigy was born with iron will. The chessboard’s call, a siren to his mind, Young Boris Spassky left his peers behind.
A crown he claimed in nineteen sixty-nine, Against Petrosian’s force, his star did shine. Yet Reykjavik’s cold winds would soon conspire, With Fischer’s challenge, stoking global fire.
The “Match of Century,” where East met West, Two minds engaged in psychological test. Though Spassky yielded, grace he did display, Applauding Fischer’s genius in the fray.
Beyond the board, his life took varied course, From Soviet roots to seeking new resource. In France he found a refuge, fresh terrain, Yet ties to Mother Russia would remain.
A “one-legged dissident,” some would declare, Not fully here nor there, a soul aware. Through Cold War’s tension, politics entwined, He stood apart, a free and thoughtful mind.
His games, a blend of strategy and art, Reflect the depth and courage of his heart. Now as we mourn his final checkmate’s fall, His legacy inspires players all.
Rest, Grandmaster, your battles now complete, Your journey etched where history and chess compete.
