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The lesson of the day is Some days have no lessons and you’re just lucky to be alive.
A valuable, invaluable life lesson pretty much every weekday.
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The lesson of the day is Some days have no lessons and you’re just lucky to be alive.
I came upon “greige” in a lame article about the iPhone. Though the piece sucked, I thought the word was cool. Greige. Had to mean a boring, unpleasant color, like a gray or a beige, right? As opposed to the beauty that is anything Apple, according to some?
I was so intrigued I looked it up and it means something totally different. It’s from the textile industry and means “unfinished”. Like, undyed.
I propose a second meaning, that of a boring color or function. “My old Cingular Sony Ericsson phone is so fucking greige. I can’t wait to chunk it for an iPhone 2.0.”
The lesson of the day is Greige is the new nudzh.
I hate lame links on blogs without context. But sometimes you find something out of left field that’s just “too good not to share.” Ugh. But, really, this is worth five minutes of your time.
This is just great. I particularly like the second one down, on the left, and the top middle chica.
–Now, I know I’m not your real dad. But since I married your momma, that means I have to teach you three things. Driving, hunting, and making love. Today, it’s driving.
The lesson of the day is If we had the best health care in the world, no other country would be outliving us.
I found a person who has never watched a Sopranos episode all the way through, but knew a bit about the hubbub from simply living in America. This is not someone’s granny, however.
Subject: Hot 36 year old babe, smart (salutatorian of her class). Journey fan.
I gave her a bit of background. Not much. I told her it was the last episode, and the people involved in the scene were all a family. I told her that Tony was a mobster.
That’s right…I only showed her the last scene. I let it roll and shut up.
Results:
She thought the ending meant they continued their lives as normal. I think this was really typical of the majority of viewers–until they thought about it more.
She said the last shot was MEADOW ENTERING THE DINER.

Researcher was very pleased at the results. In fact, researcher lost his professional detachment and started laughing with delight. This was the first time I’d heard that this strange effect could be reproduced in fairly controlled conditions.
She had not read my analysis and didn’t know about the details of the controversy. She definitely didn’t know the issue that some of us have picked up on (but, still, not major media) about how funky it is that we remember different endings.
I replayed the same end again at her request, then asked her about the last shot, which she remembered correctly the second time. She said that what got her was the danger “the daughter” was in out there on the road, and how the SUV seemed like it was going to nail her.
Subject, who has a degree in psychology, mentioned how trauma victims sometimes have similar gaps in their memory following a stressful event.
The lesson of the day is The Misplaced Meadow effect is demonstrable. Or, more generally, even a television show can cause viewers to exhibit trauma victim symptoms. Or, more directly, David Chase is a big ol’ traumatizer.
This is very bad of me. I may not keep this up long. My conscience bothers me.
Spoilers. Turn back now.
Courtesy ‘Gabriel’.
Ever since I saw Sicko, I’ve been very worked up, very passionate, about universal health care for America. I have that zeal that only a convert from the opposite view can possess. A fire burns in me that is not caused by gonorrhea this time (which, incidentally, I think I could get cured for free in the USA, if I had it). I’ve been writing about it all week. Universal health care, not gonorrhea.
However, most people yesterday who found A Lesson A Day through a search were searching for something else except universal health care.
Almost everyone, that is, but one unknown, anonymous, beautiful, wonderful person who was searching for something else. Thank you, unknown reader. Thank you for searching for something besides the Sopranos.
I just wish it had been a search for universal health care.
I love everybody who comes here, ok? But.
The lesson of the day is You have to get your priorities straight.
Yes! We finally pulled ahead of our nemesis, Blingee Team Hangout!
Maybe one day we’ll even get a notch or two above The Official Star Wars blog, once the whole Star Wars craze dies out in another 30-40 years.
But we are hopeless in ever surpassing our arch-enemy, I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER? Their power is much too strong.