Everyday ought to be a day that carries a Tony Bennett melody and rhythm with it. Today's crooner's choice: Night and Day. As Dean Moriarity would say, I dig it. I also dig the startling number of chubby brown ground squirrels mozin' across the oh-so greeny knolls. But they always stay just out of reach, like a school of fuzzy ground-tuna. Ground-tuna house slippers? Yes, please.
Says the man who told his friend today that intelligence was not but an attention to wit. This, opposed to knowledge, which pertains more specifically to facts and techniques accrued. Anyone with the appropriate measure of tenacity can most likely accrue as much knowledge as another. The intelligence lies within an individual's capacity and efficiency with which they come to know the things they know, and perhaps most importantly, to what avail. Always important to be reminded is the fact that despite our best efforts, some sort of predisposition is always instilled into being this high. Where am I.
Grab the reins and hold on.
