Oh yeah, I forgot borscht, too! Guess I like beets more than I thought I did...
Oh yeah, I forgot borscht, too! Guess I like beets more than I thought I did...
"How about if we all just try to follow these very simple rules of the road? Drive like the person ahead on the bike is your son/daughter. Ride like the cars are ambulances carrying your loved ones to the emergency room. This should cover everything, unless you are a complete sociopath."
David Desautels, in a letter to velonews.com
Random babblings and some stuff to look at.
I don't care for beets.
My mother used to make pickled eggs with beets. The smell of them made me gag.
As a kid, I LIKED beets.
As an adult, even the smell makes me gag sometimes.
My dad loves Harvard beets but I swear that man would eat anything if you put enough sugar on it. We go through 5 lbs (of sugar) a week, and it's ALL HIM.
By charity, goodness, restraint, and self-control men and woman alike can store up a well-hidden treasure -- a treasure which cannot be given to others and which robbers cannot steal. A wise person should do good. That is the treasure that cannot be lost.
- Khuddhaka Patha
The word of God comes down to man as rain to soil, and the result is mud, not clear water
- The Sufi Junayd