As I explained recently, I’ve been cooking for those I love for most of my adult life, so cooking just for myself can seem like a chore. And that’s even more true when it comes to desserts; it seems almost silly to bake a cake or pie or cookies if I’m the only one who’s going to be eating them. But since I do like my little treat with my tea and show while unwinding in the hours before bed, it’s either make them myself or buy them from a store, which is far more disagreeable to me than making them. And besides, I can’t let all that fruit growing on my property go to waste. So I’ve started to get into the habit of baking on Sundays; when I go into town for groceries on Monday or Tuesday I bring some of the pie or cake or cookies for Chekhov and Yellowbird, and then I have enough for one piece myself each night for most of the week. Last week I got off-schedule and made an apple pie on Wednesday, which meant by Sunday afternoon there were only two slices left; that inspired me to make more crust and simply walk out back for a few more apples to create another pie. I’ve also discovered that making several smaller batches of salsa or whatever seems less daunting than one big batch, so that’s how I’m doing it now. Changing the habits of a lifetime can be difficult, but when one’s circumstances change it’s also necessary. And though it’s probably harder for me than it would be for someone less OCD than I am, I feel like I’m doing OK. And once I settle into the new routines, perhaps I won’t feel Grace’s absence quite so keenly.
Posts Tagged ‘Grace’
Diary #849
Posted in Diary, tagged Grace, psychology, Sunset on October 6, 2026| Leave a Comment »
Diary #848
Posted in Diary, Miscellaneous, tagged Grace, psychology, Sunset on September 29, 2026| Leave a Comment »
Sometimes I feel as though Grace is watching over me. The device in the picture is an apple peeler/corer; it works like a charm for preparing apples to cook, because all one need do is stick an apple on those spikes and turn the crank, and the apple is peeled, cored, and spiral-sliced in about 30 seconds. But a few weeks ago, I noticed I hadn’t cleaned it thoroughly enough when I put it away last year, and in the process of remedying that I accidentally unseated the spring you can see at lower left. In the past, I would’ve simply taken it to Grace’s workbench and she’d have fixed it in under five minutes, but this time I had to do it myself. It wasn’t easy, but I found some close-up pictures on the internet and was eventually able to get it back together properly. At least, I was fairly sure it was correct; the moment of truth came on Sunday, when I picked a basket of apples to turn into mincemeat. The first apple I tried fell apart, showing me that I had adjusted something incorrectly, but a little examination and a second messed-up apple showed me what I’d done wrong, and I was soon back in business. It’s a small thing, I know, but I’m easily frustrated by problems that are outside of my scope of expertise, so when I suddenly see what I’m doing wrong and I’m able to fix whatever it is, I feel as though Grace is there behind me, invisibly pointing out what I wasn’t able to see by myself. 
Maggie’s Kitchen #19
Posted in Biography, Miscellaneous, tagged Grace, Maggie's Kitchen, recipes, Sunset on September 25, 2026| 1 Comment »
Most of my own recipes were developed in the ’90s and Oughts, when I was typically cooking for 2-3 people, which means now that I live alone they are usually good for two meals, one fresh and one as leftovers. But I’m also trying to adapt some other recipes to one or two servings, and simplifying them while I’m at it because even though I love cooking for those I love, cooking for just myself sometimes seems like a chore. Furthermore, I now have a lot more eggs on hand because Grace is no longer here to eat them, and with the price of meat going up so much it makes sense to use eggs instead wherever possible. Just recently, I came up with this recipe on the fly to use my own eggs and tomatoes, and it turned out so good I wanted to share it; it’s enough for two (one with leftovers).
Quick Egg Curry
2 tbsp sesame oil
1 medium onion, sliced into wedges
2 cloves garlic, minced or finely chopped
1 cup basmati rice
8 cherry tomatoes (you could substitute a can of Ro-tel tomatoes)
1 tbsp curry powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp hot Indian chili powder
2 cups water
6 small eggs (if using large eggs, 4)
Chop onions and garlic and sauté in sesame oil until onions are tender, about 4 minutes; during the process add the curry powder, chili powder, and salt. During the final minute add the rice and brown it a little with the onions. Gradually add the water and bring to boil; while waiting for it to boil slice up the tomatoes and add them to the skillet. Reduce heat, cover, and simmer until most of the water is absorbed; when you think the rice will be ready in about 4 or 5 minutes, crack each egg into the simmering rice mixture and re-cover. The eggs will be poached at the same time as the rice is done. You can microwave the leftovers, but be aware the eggs will cook a bit more so the yolks will be harder, more like a boiled egg, unless you set them aside and warm the rice first. I still found it surprisingly good the next day even with the more-cooked eggs.
Diary #846
Posted in Diary, Miscellaneous, tagged Grace, psychology, recipes, Sunset on September 15, 2026| Leave a Comment »
Since last year was a poor one for tomatoes, I ran out of homemade salsa early this year, and had to make do with store-bought salsa this summer. But I had both time and tomatoes last week, so I made a 4-pint batch on Thursday; because I try to tweak my recipes to make too much rather than too little, that actually gave me four pints for canning and another which went straight into the refrigerator for immediate use. Those of you who remember how Grace and I developed the recipe together will not be surprised to hear that it was a bittersweet experience for me; on the one hand I’m not going to deprive myself of good salsa, and using a recipe which had more input from her than from me (because she was the Queen of Spicy Food) is almost like getting a little present from her. But on the other hand…well, I don’t think I really need to explain. And assuming I have enough tomatoes for a 2-quart batch of mincemeat (which does not remind me of her because she didn’t like mincemeat), I’ll be going through that same mixture of pleasure and pain again when I make another batch in a few weeks.
Bluebells
Posted in History, Miscellaneous, Music, Perception, Philosophy, Tyranny, Words, tagged abortion, Aladdin’s Satellite, artificial stupidity, blogging, Bluesky, China, cops, crypto-moralism, dating, fascism, Grace, homosexuality, I’m Sure You Feel Safer Now, illegal aliens, imaginative fiction, language, lawheads, libraries, Madonna/whore, Minnesota, politicians, porn, prisons, psychology, rape, sporting events, STEM, United Kingdom, violence vs. sex workers on August 21, 2026| Leave a Comment »
Sex workers have been asking this question for 20 years.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-16T16:58:18.635Z
There is a product called "Suddenly Salad" which I've always thought had the most bizarre name. In my imagination, the ways that product works is one opens the box, then at some unknown point in the next 24 hours the salad suddenly appears in front of one without warning, which could be dangerous.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-19T03:37:39.650Z
Absolutely. Some pictures wordlessly sum up a moment in history.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-20T16:38:43.159Z
Post a Photoshop of Trump wandering aimlessly into an historical event:
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-21T18:06:59.488Z
When you were a weird kid in the '70s and you saw this on your TV, you KNEW you were in for some good viewing!
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-23T06:41:38.881Z
Good thing they added the extra 40 years, just in case he manages to die and come back as a vampire twice.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-23T19:15:36.022Z
The only moral form of warfare is War of Assassins, in which only the rulers of the warring nations, plus their deputies, agents, and operatives, are legitimate targets. In other words, nobody who does not CHOOSE to be a combatant is in direct physical danger except by accident due to proximity.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-24T07:44:29.870Z
People who cannot understand friendship, and truly believe that all close friendships are motivated by a mutual desire to rut, are both pathetic and contemptible.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-25T17:45:06.947Z
Is a "health movement" anything like a bowel movement?
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-26T03:21:25.961Z
I'm sure you feel safer now.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-27T17:21:46.847Z
"The Singularity" is the God of the futurist religion. If you want perspective on anything any tech cultist says about "The Singularity", simply substitute "God", "Providence", "The Force", or any similarly-vague and irrational name for "magic"."The Singularity is coming" = "The Second Coming".
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-28T17:49:37.779Z
Sex workers always warn y'all about predators, and y'all never listen.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-29T17:42:59.877Z
Absolutely. I still laugh at the memory of Mr. Moose and his various tricks to win the Captain's consent to having ping-pong balls dropped on him.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-30T18:28:53.057Z
Apparently it will take more than self-induced terminal illness to teach him to behave normally in public.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-07-31T17:05:53.189Z
It wasn't really Yoko's fault.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-01T07:48:22.576Z
I'm not especially concerned with anyone mistaking my writing for something a chatbot shat out, nor am I willing to change my style in any way to keep stupid people from doing so. I write as the Muse moves me, not by working from some tedious set of guidelines or to please some specific audience.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-02T07:51:12.904Z
I miss my late best friend Grace every single day. And yet, there is a part of me which is glad she passed away a few days after Trump's inauguration, so she never got to see what Musk, who was a hero to her specifically BECAUSE of SpaceX, was really like. I'm glad she was spared disillusionment.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-04T18:26:25.697Z
Nutritionism is not science, exhibit umpteen thousand, nine hundred eleventy-seven.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-05T17:18:45.827Z
Suggestion: limit data centers to whatever size they can power with on-site solar. It would remove the noise & pollution factors, and if the company wanted to go bigger they'd have to have more land, creating more buffer between them and neighbors.Don't bother to point out flaws; I'm just musing.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-06T18:07:11.455Z
Oh look, Maggie was right once again, what a shock, etc.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-07T17:09:01.629Z
Like all those Bond girls who were the supervillain's mistress, only the villains' schemes are more pathetic, like "I will ruin a beloved corporation, hahahahahaha!" instead of "I will cause World War III so my organization can rule over what is left, hahahahahaha!"
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-08T17:07:29.519Z
Your regular reminder that desalination has existed for decades; Americans just don't want to build the plants because REASONS.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-10T02:49:12.833Z
If skills were sexually transmitted, I'd be a Renaissance polymath with *exceptional* ability in medicine, engineering, physics, law, politics, music, and several sports including golf and fishing.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-10T17:30:33.743Z
The US has become a global laughingstock.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-11T17:21:45.852Z
This is breathtakingly brilliant. I don't think I've ever seen such a deft collection of clever, striking, and above all *apt* insults and condemnation of a well-known specimen of poisonous vermin.Well done, @jojofromjerz.bsky.social!
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-14T18:31:38.573Z
What avatar will he replace it with next? This?
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-16T17:36:54.670Z
Librarians' chief duty is preserving human culture from the stupidity of other humans.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-17T17:31:00.759Z
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-08-19T03:52:13.785Z
Blue Skies Above
Posted in Biography, History, Miscellaneous, Perception, Philosophy, Tyranny, Words, tagged advertising, artificial stupidity, blogging, Bluesky, Catholicism, censorship, China, comics, crypto-moralism, fascism, games, Google, Grace, illegal aliens, imaginative fiction, Japan, language, left-right myth, libraries, Massachusetts, Michigan, politicians, prisons, propaganda, psychology, racism, restaurants, robots, scams, sex work is work, sporting events, STEM, Thanatopsis, United Kingdom on June 19, 2026| Leave a Comment »
They'll need to figure out how to send a letter back in time to threaten Warner Brothers as well.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-14T18:02:09.514Z
This is called "the martial arts".
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-17T04:09:51.125Z
I reckon this must be a tataille, because it sure ain't a lougarou.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-17T17:54:41.692Z
"When somebody offers you a seat on the rocket ship, just get on" http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/5…
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-18T03:50:10.197Z
Reporters, please stop saying "pod" to mean "cell block". Imprisoned people are neither whales nor alien body snatchers; they don't come from "pods". Just because the monsters in the US carceral system use euphemisms to hide their evil, doesn't mean you need to parrot them.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-19T16:59:03.072Z
If you think THAT'S something, just wait until you see Ram Man.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-21T04:12:32.430Z
People are doing "10 bands you've seen live" on Twitter & it keeps reminding me of Grace, who was a studio musician for years. Once we were at a party where this girl was bragging about getting backstage passes & Grace said to me, "I've *blown* more big name rock stars than she's seen in concert."
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-21T16:52:25.724Z
"Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them." – Frank Herbert, "Dune"
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-22T17:29:39.662Z
It boggled my mind that a restaurant would be named after a dessert. It still does. I mean, nobody goes to "Flan Bell" or "Hand Pie King" or "Spumone Hut".
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-23T18:42:01.117Z
No D&D player should be surprised when a high-level cleric quotes a high-level wizard.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-25T17:06:01.707Z
Crypto-moralists never let little things like facts get in the way of barfing the word "unhealthy" in people's faces every time they do anything more exciting than eating raw vegetables & water once a day after their toil & drudgery, then going to sleep on the floor in an un-climate-controlled room.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-26T16:52:56.642Z
"Are we just going to give up and breathe?""Are we just going to give up and eat?""Are we just going to give up and be affected by gravity?""Are we just going to give up and have mass?""Are we just going to give up and emit heat?"This is what you sound like to sane people.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-27T17:35:31.457Z
You'd think that after all these decades as an adult, I'd have grown jaded enough to feel something milder than utter contempt for nitwits who believe the entire world of human political thought can be reduced to a single one-dimensional axis. But in actuality, my contempt merely grows more bitter.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-29T17:23:12.409Z
If you're a scientist on social media who wants to be accepted as an authority in your field, it's probably a bad idea to claim that a cause can be responsible for "more than 100%" of an observed effect.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-30T17:01:30.319Z
"Trump is acting like an authoritarian" = "Einstein is acting like a scientist" = "Streisand is acting like a diva" = "Spielberg is acting like a director" = "Kermit is acting like a Muppet" = "Lassie is acting like a dog" = "Yersinia pestis is acting like a disease organism".
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-05-31T17:08:54.673Z
Hey fellow old folks, remember the late '80s, when food companies were trying to cram oat bran into everything because "nutritionists" told the hoi-polloi it had magical life-extension powers?Some things never change.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-01T17:10:49.087Z
Sooner or later, sensible people will need to just tell anti-immigration bigots to go to hell. archive.is/ZwLwc
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-02T17:26:11.101Z
Also, electricity and the microcomputer actually did most of what they were claimed to be able to do.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-04T03:33:10.119Z
Imagine having enough money to do basically anything which doesn't actually violate physical laws, and instead choosing to live your life like this.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-04T17:58:36.047Z
The heckler's veto as US government policy.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-05T17:57:26.404Z
Nobody who ever watched a single episode of any '60s spy show involving double agents should be surprised at this.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-07T17:51:58.453Z
You know how "I had sex with your dad" has become a way for sex workers to mock squares? Well, I had sex with a lot of people's grandpas. A lot of great-grandpas too.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-09T17:31:16.476Z
Fucking a lot of people of both sexes, reading omnivorously, writing A+ essays, running a D&D campaign, hanging out with my friends and predicting the eventual disasters that would result from bad US politics?Yep, checks out.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-10T17:31:49.443Z
I know it's difficult for males stuck at 12, but not everything is a pissing contest.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-11T17:21:28.738Z
Can we please stop saying [name of Trumpified institution] to mean "Trump"? Don't tell me "The Pentagon" or "The Department of Justice" or "The Kennedy Center" did something; the management of those places are just sock puppets speaking in Trump's voice, like an evil Neighborhood of Make-Believe.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-12T17:30:43.841Z
"Mythos".They are taunting y'all, and few are literate enough to recognize it.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-13T17:38:37.133Z
Doctor Dolittle books. As players rise in levels, they learn more animal languages and gain more animal helpers. Experience is earned by traveling around the world, making friends with animals & with people of different races; by finding unique beings; and by visiting fantastic places like the Moon.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-15T03:51:15.730Z
If it looks like a circle jerk, sounds like a circle jerk, smells like a circle jerk, and jerks around like a circle jerk, it's probably a circle jerk.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-17T04:07:56.859Z
One of the most important causes of the Great Depression was the Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-17T18:05:59.672Z
People who accept domination by "leaders" cannot be free.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-06-18T18:42:45.618Z
Diary #833
Posted in Diary, Philosophy, tagged animals, Grace, Oklahoma, psychology, Sunset on June 16, 2026| Leave a Comment »
After talking to a large animal vet back in November, I knew Jonathan didn’t have much time left, but I wasn’t sure exactly what the end would look like for him. He’s had a couple more of those fainting spells, but on those occasions I was able to help him up. But last week he was uninterested in his feed, then on Thursday our neighbor who borrows barn space from us came by and found him lying on the barn floor, refusing to get up. It was very obvious he was suffering, so the neighbor offered to have his son-in-law, who is good at such things, come over to put him down. A few years ago, we rented an earth-mover to do a few things, and Grace dug a big hole out front we were planning to use to put a transplanted rhododendron in. But due to miscommunication, she dug the hole much too deep, and due to other issues we never got the rhododendron, so we’ve had a pit large enough for a llama out there ever since. I therefore accepted the neighbor’s help, and he used his tractor to bury Jonathan in the pit. He had a good life, and it was his time, but it’s going to seem rather strange to have no llamas around for the first time in 20 years. And now that Trip and Speck are the only two beings left who moved here with me from Oklahoma, it does contribute to the strange yet not upsetting feeling that my world is contracting, as it so often does as we move slowly toward the day when we, too, must pass.
In Memory of Grace
Posted in Biography, Holidays, tagged Grace, holidays on June 14, 2026| Leave a Comment »
From here on out, I intend to commemorate Grace’s birthday with a depiction of an eternal flame, symbolizing my undying love for my departed best friend, who would have turned 68 today.
I love you, sweetheart, and I always will.
Soup for One
Posted in Miscellaneous, tagged Africa, Grace, Maggie's Kitchen, recipes on June 12, 2026| Leave a Comment »
If you’re anything like me, every so often you’ll run into a recipe that sounds intriguing, and you note it for possible use later. Some years ago, I was in an international grocery store (IIRC I was buying tahini) and I happened to notice this recipe on another container., so I took a picture with my cell phone to save it. Now, West African cooking may sound exotic to many of y’all, but Louisiana creole cuisine is largely a fusion of French, West African, and Caribbean elements, so I thought it might be something I’d like. Alas, in her final years Grace did not have an adventurous palate; she was not at all interested in trying new dishes, but instead wanted her favorites. So this photo sat in a folder of my phone until recently, when I decided I wanted to make some new kind of soup and remembered this recipe. As I looked at it some instructions struck me as odd, which I assume may be due to differences in how ranges are calibrated or that sort of thing. So I not only cut the recipe in half, but adjusted it in other ways as I thought best, and I found the finished product quite tasty. So here’s my modified version; it made enough for me to have a large bowl that night (which I ate with crackers) with a large mug left over (which I had with a sandwich a few nights later). If you double it, the amount would be sufficient for three dinner-size bowls.
1 boneless chicken breast, about 12-16 oz
1/2 bell pepper
1/2 medium onion
1 can tomato paste (6 oz)
2 tbsp peanut butter (creamy)
2 1/4 cups water
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp red pepper
1) Cut chicken into bite-sized cubes; cook in any oil (I used bacon grease) over medium heat in a 2-quart saucepan until no longer pink. Sprinkle in salt, reduce heat, and set timer for 10 minutes.
2) Cut bell pepper and onion into several pieces each; put them together in a food processor and pulse 6 or 7 times until pureed. Pour puree over meat, stir well and allow to continue simmering.
3) Dump tomato paste over meat mixture; stir until mixed well and continue simmering.
4) In a bowl, mix peanut butter and red pepper with 1/4 cup water until fairly smooth. Add to pot and mix well.
5) When timer runs out, add remaining 2 cups of water, increase heat to medium, and mix well; bring to boiling, then reduce heat, cover, and allow to simmer for 15 minutes.
I found the soup pleasantly spicy (not hot; I’d imagine it would be mild enough for people who order 1 or 2 stars of spiciness at restaurants), with a good flavor that really didn’t taste peanutty to me. The original recipe says beef can be used, but that doesn’t really sound as good to me (plus more expensive these days); I think pork might work well too, though I personally wouldn’t use fish. Since it was pretty simple, relatively quick (roughly 30 minutes once the chicken was defrosted), and tasty, I’ll definitely make it again. Bon appétit!
Black Throwback Thursday
Posted in Biography, Miscellaneous, Philosophy, Tyranny, tagged adolescence, agency denial, blogging, censorship, Crippling Thought, Enshittification, ethics, Grace, libraries, propaganda, psychology, teachers on June 11, 2026| Leave a Comment »
Why must I always be put in a position where yelling at some poor working stiff who absolutely isn’t being paid enough to deal with me is the only way to actually get my problem solved?
– “Customer Disservice”
I figured out at a fairly young age that when anyone demanded obedience, belief, or trust because they had an Important Title or were simply bigger than me, rather than for some reason they could logically explain, that it was usually because they had no sound reason, and therefore were not to be trusted, believed, or obeyed.
– “Getting Away from the Grownups”
God-king wannabes…[a]re not only trying to eliminate thoughts they don’t like, but also to cram young heads so full of nonsense that there is no room for actual learning…when their victims mature enough to escape their direct control. – “Censorship by Commission”
One simple definition of a “friend” could be, “Someone who is there for you when you need them.” – “Diary #780“
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