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"Ogle is for the most part a pleasant, incisive companion. Occasionally, though, she manages to lose her cool — and, along with it, the agnostic veneer of her training . . . . She strafes Ralph Nader and his “Naderites,” not to mention journalists, “yuppies,” urbanites, the U.S.D.A. and the F.D.A. Eventually Ogle, her exasperation at a boiling point, does something unexpected: She sides with the hippies." -- Nick Reding, New York Times Book Review
The latest from The Observation Post
There I stood there, gasping for air, gasping with sobs, and apparently making a lot of noise (I say apparently because I’d not realized I was making any sounds).
What prompted this outburst moment of impulsive behavior? A State-Fair, caucus-cycle trifecta: Clinton, Sanders, and Trump would all be there.
“Preach” is appropriate. Michael Jackson created a vocabulary. Fred Eckhardt created a gospel. He preached. He prophesied. He never stopped doing so.
Anyway: I didn't identify my situation as a "sabbatical" until about two months ago. Initially, I thought I was simply lazy.