Pieces of a Man Think it. Do it. Be it. Embellish.

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... 36 to go. So, why did the chicken cross the road? Because earlier in the day a 2-3 metre length of scaffolding fell about 100 feet off the top of the new Stockport College construction site and landed on the pavement where the chicken had been walking 10 seconds earlier. Yes, that chicken was me and that's what happened yesterday.

I think you're supposed to sell all your possessions and walk the earth barefoot after something like that happens, but this morning finds me again studying sentences like this;

"Ideographic methods that enable verstehen such as ethnography are, for the pluralist, the methods appropriate for fulfilling their commitment to exploration of actors' phenomenological worlds."

I can't make any sense of it. A dyslexic student once told me that they experienced words 'swimming' on the page; that's just what it feels like. I can be reading something for a good 10 seconds before I realise I was reading it a couple of minutes ago. This is what being a goldfish must be like. The funny thing is, though, my dog-eared text is littered throughout with Chinese translation in pencil. I can't even conceive the will power involved in getting your head round this tosh in another language. They shall inherit the earth, deservingly.

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