I've never made any secret of the fact that I don't read very much.
My daily ritual of reading DIlbert and The New York Times Obituaries was recently complemented with James Altucher's blog. I actually thought long and hard about whether to refer to it as being in "complement" to or in "supplement" of my daily activities and realized that there really wasn't a word to convey both impacts.
I've linked to it a couple of times and bored readers of this blog have clicked on that link, which has also activated a small hidden webcam near their laptops, in addition to any resident webcams you they already have.
I like my fuzzy clandestine streaming to be in 3-D.
For those who read this blog on a regular basis it doesn't come as a surprise that I don't read much. In fact, there's really not a strong body of evidence that I even read my own blog, much less proof-read it.
And forget about reading for the sake of getting my information right.
When I was younger, I was horrified to find some ham in our refrigerator since it's not Kosher, as you may be aware.
My mother, in response to my pointing this out to her, said "if it tastes good, it's Kosher."
What a great philosophy.
I use that philosophy with my supportive facts. If I believe them to be true and accurate, then they're true and accurate.
A "Kosher pig" is an example of an "oxymoron" until some moron ruined it about a decade ago with the discovery of a species of pig in some god-foresaken rainforest that might just satisfy all of the criteria necessary to be considered Kosher.
I wrote about Oxymorons a few months ago, but with an emphasis on the "moron." The thought was rekindled a few days ago reading one of Altucher's blog entries.
He was asking whether there could really be anything such as an amicable divorce.