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What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?


I'm not sure how to pronounce that. Mayfair Plaza car park, Sandy Bay. October 2011.

The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and ladies with zebras). The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last few week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning...

  • Why women's education in Tanzania is critical for slowing population growth...

  • Christopher Hitchens on why Muammar Qaddafi should not have been killed...

  • Feeling manipulated? Anxious about your looks? Tune out the hype and learn to love your body

  • Read about New York's attempt to reinvent an inner-city school.

  • You may have noted that the world's population is expected to hit seven billion in the next few weeks. After growing very slowly for most of human history, the number of people on Earth has more than doubled in the last 50 years. Where do you fit in?

  • Henry and Ezra will be fine now I know that Joking and pretending are the 'key to toddler learning'

  • Consider this high-brow piece in praise of the Golden Age Of Dirty Talk
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    smudgeon said…
    When you were born, you were the:4,471,742,947thperson alive
    79,071,751,131st person to have lived since history began

    That certainly puts it into perspective. Keep climbing that ladder, Monty...
    31 October 2011 at 10:08
    Tash said…
    You had me with "don't known how to pronounce that"
    31 October 2011 at 16:24
    Mrsupole said…
    It is strange to think that when I was born over half the people alive today were not even born as of yet.

    It is almost time for me to learn about the golden age of dirty talk, but I guess I learned that many years ago and will just carry it over when I reach my golden years, whenever that is. Seems like one's golden years are when one is a toddler and one has no worries. Love the meaning of what is a child. Truly a blending of two to make one.

    God bless.
    31 October 2011 at 17:12
    Kris McCracken said…
    Sudgeon, too many people by half!

    Tash, it is a tricky one.

    Mrsupole, it blows the mind somewhat.
    1 November 2011 at 14:06
    Roddy said…
    Mr/Mrs/Miss/Ms/Master Streaky?
    1 November 2011 at 21:22
    Roddy said…
    Re.#6. You are what? Thirty how old and you are only now learning that children like to have fun. Why do you think that I fit in so well?
    1 November 2011 at 21:26
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