this week i

completed ek dojon lessons in a double megalopolis.  do buffet and munger drink ccz?  guilherme calibrated based on total other than population.  five hundred russians with net worths greater than one hundred million dollars control forty percent of household wealth.  at dawn of agriculture, females reproduced at a rate 17-fold compared to males, i.e. as one of a rare male's seventeen wives.  jay kept me laughing, surprised i knew biral

i have to go to unimart alone because it will take me a long time  //  oh you're one of those

(reads "my hair grows back every night" on profile)  on your back 

wasabi opens up my nostrils.  it's an unnecessary zing

is that shellfish allergy real or do you just not like the taste?  //  i'll die in your arms


roughly calculate if (a) ten billion humans alive today account for five percent of all humans to have ever lived, (b) human populations freeze at a constant ten billion, (c) those ten billion humans refresh - death with replacement - every hundred years, and most importantly (d) we survive a million years without annihilating ourselves, then two hundred billion have ever lived and one hundred trillion would exist over the next million years, and so, in a sample of five hundred humans pulled from the universe of all humans to ever have existed, on average, you would be the first

read the call of the wild, white fang, batard, moon-face, brown wolf, that spot, to build a fire by jack london.  first two thematic mirrors with californian judges, then gallows push, dynamite retrieved, trail over farm, lazy shadow, pine snow extinguished life one hundred below the frostline

 the unbridled anger of a kidnapped king

mercy was a thing reserved for gentler climes

the bottom's likely to drop out at any moment.  only fools, with the blind luck of fools, could have made it.  i tell you straight, i wouldn't risk my carcass on that ice for all the gold in alaska

the menacing truce that marks the meeting of wild beasts that prey

three hundredweight more than half a ton he weighed; he had lived a long, strong life, full of fight and struggle, and at the end he faced death at the teeth of a creature whose head did not reach beyond his great knuckled knees

feathered with arrows like a porcupine

it's a' that accounts for fatty an' frog.  she's the decoy for the pack.  she draws out the dog an' then all the rest pitches in an' eats 'm up

where's lord alfred

forgotten already were the vanquished rivals and the love-tale red-written on the snow

the stinging lash of the thirty-foot cariboo-gut whip

thus, he was strong from the two days' eating a lynx had afforded him, when the hungry wolf-pack ran full tilt upon him

you can never cure a chicken-killer

i could never have believed that such an ungainly man could run so fast.  but run he did, bellona hot-footed after him, and gaining.  and then, just as she caught up, he in full stride, and she leaping with nose at his knee, there was a sudden flash, a burst of smoke, a terrific detonation, and where man and dog had been the instant before there was naught to be seen but a big whole in the ground

as he turned to go on, he spat speculatively.  there was a sharp, explosive crackle that startled him.  he spat again.  and again, in the air, before it could fall to the snow, the spittle crackled.  he knew that at fifty below spittle crackled on the snow, but this spittle crackled in the air

it struck him as curious that he could run at all on feet so frozen that he could not feel them when they struck the earth and took the weight of his body.  he seemed to himself to skim along above the surface, and to have no connection with the earth.  somewhere he had once seen a winged mercury, and he wondered if mercury felt as he felt when skimming over the earth