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I'm on an island. Intersection of Grosvenor and York Streets, Dynnyrne. October 2011. I want to eat a hare. I could cope with a rabbit. I won't eat a guinea pig. Rats are off limits.

Pretty in pink. York Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011. I've been following the progress of the Detroit Tigers baseball team of late, and have to say that I really do like the MLB.com interface for live coverage. Go Tigers! Quite what that has to do with a pink flower and a poem by Czech poet and immunologist Miroslav Holub, I shall leave t you to figure out! Brief reflection on accuracy , Miroslav Holub Fish always accurately know where to move and when, and likewise birds have an accurate built-in time sense and orientation. Humanity, however, lacking such instincts resorts to scientific research. Its nature is illustrated by the following occurrence. A certain soldier had to fire a cannon at six o’clock sharp every evening. Being a soldier he did so. When his accuracy was investigated he explained: I go by the absolutely accurate chronometer in the window of the clockmaker down in the city. Every day at seventeen forty-five I ...

I like Spring best when the skies are blue. York Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011. I have A-Negative blood type, which puts me in the company of 3.52 percent of the World's population. Apparently, I should be careful when travelling to parts of the world where supplies of RhD negative blood are rare, particularly East Asia, or at the very least carry a suitcase full of my own blood about with me. Moreover, type A-negative donations are in high demand for red cells, but I've never been stopped in the street and asked for it and have not figured out a way to turn those desirable red cells into hard currency.