me: sweet I just need 200 more words to pass my goal
my brain: hey why don’t you go index some useless stories from 2004 instead

good dessert for digestion: layer plain yogurt, sprinkle brown sugar (or drizzle honey), slice pineapple into bits, sprinkle cinnamon on top. šŸ‘ŒšŸ‘ŒšŸ‘Œ

mehreenkasana:

If, for instance, a fourteen-year-old girl says, ā€œSo we, like, um, went to the pizza place, but the, uh, you know—the guy?—said, like, no, so we were, like, O.K., so we, uh, decided that we’d go to, like, a coffee shop, but, uh, Colette can’t—she has, like, a gluten thing. You know what I mean? So that’s, like, why we came home, and, um, you know, would you, like, make us eggs?ā€ To a sensitized listener, who recognizes the meaning of the circumlocutions, the nuanced space between language and event, the sentence really means: ā€œSo we tried, as it were, to go and enjoy a pizza, but the, so to speak, maĆ®tre d’ of the establishment claimed—a statement that we were in no social position to dispute—that there was, so to speak, ā€˜no room for us at the inn.’ And then Colette insisted—and far be it for me either to contest or endorse her self-diagnosis—that she could not eat wheat-based food, so, knowing full well that it is likely to be irksome and ill-timed, could you feed us with scrambled eggs?ā€ The point of the ā€œlikesā€s and other tics is to supply the information that there is a lot more information not being offered, and that the whole thing is held at a certain circumspect remove. It didn’t happen exactly this way, and, of course, one might quibble with a detail here or there, but this is the gist of what happened. Each ā€œlikeā€ is a Jamesian ā€œas it were.ā€

Adam Gopnik, The Conscientiousness of KidspeakĀ