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Catalogical (definition): the order in which activities must be planned and completed to appease a household’s feline masters.
In use: “Michael didn’t want to arise early, but once he rose, the first order of business was to feed to cat. Even body functions had to wait until the cats were fed, unless he was willing to endure some nips to his ankles and fury bodies attempting to get on his lap.”
We have fifty books, but we’re going to sell sixty. Don’t worry if we run out, because we have other books to substitute.
Sixty steaks are available for sale, but we’ve sold seventy. We’ll see what’s left once the sixty are gone. We’ll give you something, perhaps a hot dog, carrot or chicken nugget.
You chose the lemonade but we only have forty bottles, and we’ve sold forty-five, so we’ll offer you this bottle of water instead. If that doesn’t work, we’ll have more lemonade tomorrow.
This is one of my favorite songs. The voice, words, sentiment and tempo all suit me. From nineteen seventy-one, I don’t know when or where I first heard it. I sometimes stream it to myself. This is a song I loved, but I never owned a copy. Its truths remain true: what happened to our blue skies? What are we doing to the animals with radiation underground? Why do so many give so little care or interest about the planet’s ecology?
Here’s Marvin Gaye with ‘Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)’.
I don’t know who John C. Long is. In my dream last night, he was a billionaire lost in the matrix in space. I knew he was trying to become a trillionaire.
I was in space, along with others. Long was missing. They said he was in the matrix. The matrix was a blue structure of connected triangles glowing against the galaxies, stars and ink well of the region. I could clearly see it; I’m not certain if others could.
I was dubious about going after Long and kept pressing the others to tell me why they wanted me to go into the matrix, find Long and bring him back.
That’s all the dream was about.
Michael Seidel, writer 