Huge wooden moose planned in Sweden
This just speaks to me in a Monty Python sort of voice. Despite all the misery and mayhem in the world, stories like this give me hope. I need to plan a trip to
Moose bites can be nasty!
Driving along in Kirkland , home of the modern yuppie, I’m passed by a new Mercedes. Lovely, silver, shiny, new, bling-bling; a part of me loaded with insecurity twinges while I purr along in my Toyota. Why? How come this is a metric of my self-esteem? Am I being unfair to myself, being upset by this train of thought and it’s influence? Consider, please, how much this viewpoint is drilled into us. Look at how often this imagery gets pushed into our faces, and how long that’s been going on. It shouldn’t surprise me, really, that I sometimes feel this way. Though my conscious values oppose this, the lingering thread of this programming has threads into the depths psyche.
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Well, the carpenters wanted to build a hoose,
But discovered the market had gone dry
In the land from which the wild geese fly.
So they thought, OK, let's build a moose!
And create some serious tourist juice.
All I can say is, what's the harm?
(But I'm staying in climes where the weather's warm.)