In December, 2018 I penned two posts about linguistics. Both were intended for entertainment. Both succeeded: I was entertained. The first is here. The second, posted four days later, is here. Perhaps this time you, too, will be entertained.
You can lead a man to knowledge, but you can’t make him think.
A little learning is a dangerous thing. This explains why some people avoid learning anything at all.
Curiosity killed the cat, as most people know. This explains why most people avoid intellectual curiosity like the proverbial plague.
I wonder: What was the best thing before sliced bread?
Where there’s a will, there’s a will. Substitute the “last will and testament” version in either case.
There’s method to my madness. There is also a madness to my method.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too? Never mind, then. Keep the cake to yourself.
A diamond is forever. But you’re not, so there’s no need collecting diamonds.
For every thing there is a season. Apparently the defamation season is the longest of them all.
Getting offered a penny for your thoughts indicates unimpressive thinking.
Remember when “go to pot” was a bad outcome?
Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater! In whose home does this need to be said?
You’re the cat’s pajamas. This is supposed to be a compliment?
Truth is stranger than fiction. And less likely to be believed.
Is a Catch-11 half as bad as a Catch-22? Is a Catch-44 twice as bad?
I’m guessing the ability to bring home the bacon is not particularly revered in the homes of vegans.
Weasel words are unimpressive, except to weasels.
Being born with a silver spoon in one’s mouth sounds like more trouble than it’s worth.
Why does bread always fall butter side down? Does the outcome change if both sides are buttered?
If you’re reading while on methamphetamines, does that make you a speed reader?
He went off half-cocked. She was even more disappointed than he was.
As I pointed out in my 2005 book, Killing the Natives, the problem is not that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. The problem is that the road to Hell is paved.
The novel coronavirus has mutated into an IQ test.
You can’t get blood out of a stone. Or a turnip. Try mammals, instead.
A rerun from an earlier post: Self-reinforcing feedback loops are like a stray dog in the street. We were all looking the other way and then, “Bam“ we ran over the dog. As with the feedback loops, we didn’t even know about the dog until it was behind us, dead in the road.
The 57-acre homestead I occupied in western Belize has been re-listed for sale (click here for listing). My partner, who owns the property, must spend time with her family in Florida. She is selling the homestead at a monetary loss to be closer to her family.
Published February, 2019: McPherson, Guy R. 2019. Only Love Remains: Dancing at the Edge of Extinction. Woodthrush Productions, New York.
McPherson, Guy R. 2019. Revised Second edition of Walking Away from Empire: A Personal Journey. Woodthrush Productions, New York.
McPherson, Guy R. 2019. Revised Second edition of Going Dark. Woodthrush Productions, New York.
Pauline Panagiotou Schneider and Guy R. McPherson. 2018. Revised Second Edition of Ms. Ladybug and Mr. Honeybee: A Love Story at the End of Time. Woodthrush Productions, New York.
Mugs, tote bags, iPhone cases, tee shirts, and other pragmatic goods affiliated with the latter book are available on Redbubble). We do not earn money from these items. Indeed, they have returned far less money than it cost to create and distribute them. I list them at the bottom of posts in this space in support of my artistically inclined partner, who created them.