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Happy Tuesday. Back to work day for those Fs where providing Forrest families. Others may joy the luxury f slothfully sleeping now.
 
Good morning all! Carpe Diem! (Loosely translated, that may mean something like 'complain [carp] about your day). Happy Tuesday!
 
Good morning all! Carpe Diem! (Loosely translated, that may mean something like 'complain [carp] about your day). Happy Tuesday!

No, it translates as "Seize/take hold of the day" and means basically what we do by "Live in the moment". It comes from a poem by Horace that is part of my personal "canon".

Happy Tuesday!

Oh, and LAST!
 
No, it translates as "Seize/take hold of the day" and means basically what we do by "Live in the moment". It comes from a poem by Horace that is part of my personal "canon".

Happy Tuesday!

Oh, and LAST!

Isn't that what I paraphrased? So the word could go on and on everlasting ... causing some intoxication for those appreciating literal squeezes ... devising?
 
In Montreal I grew up with kids from little Italy. My neighbour was mafia. I helped my father with his scout troop in Chinatown. Many of my classmates were Syrian. My Italian friends paraded in Montreal as fascist blackshirts. In later years, I came to know their il duce. My district was predominantly French who marched for Hitler's brown shirts and the pope - in that order. As a university teacher, I came to know the African Canadian community in its ghetto by the railway station The girls often became night club performers because those were the only decent jobs they could get in a racist montreal. I would later act as adviser for an NFB film about them. In high school, I came to know the old community of the Jewish ghetto - and I fell in love with it for the rest of my life. Among those I got to know was Mordecai Richler whose son, Jacob, I taught in university. (He was the Jacob of Jacob Too-Too and the Hooded Fang.)

Toronto didn't have nuthin'.
 
In Montreal I grew up with kids from little Italy. My neighbour was mafia. I helped my father with his scout troop in Chinatown. Many of my classmates were Syrian. My Italian friends paraded in Montreal as fascist blackshirts. In later years, I came to know their il duce. My district was predominantly French who marched for Hitler's brown shirts and the pope - in that order. As a university teacher, I came to know the African Canadian community in its ghetto by the railway station The girls often became night club performers because those were the only decent jobs they could get in a racist montreal. I would later act as adviser for an NFB film about them. In high school, I came to know the old community of the Jewish ghetto - and I fell in love with it for the rest of my life. Among those I got to know was Mordecai Richler whose son, Jacob, I taught in university. (He was the Jacob of Jacob Too-Too and the Hooded Fang.)

Toronto didn't have nuthin'.

Well, fmafias your thing, I do know members from the Korean mafia here now Toronto.
 
Nice. Today I booked my room for the spiritual Retreat required to takes a part f the Spiritual Formation currently no. I'll be staying name roomful the UK TV, and I can seen Google Maps that my closeouts to a Tacoma Bella totll my meals there.
 


I was so annoyed by that "YOLO" thing until I realized it was modern teenspeak for "Carpe Diem". I mellowed on it after that, even if I still think certain teens (including one who may possibly be related to me:whistle:) overuse it.
 

I was so annoyed by that "YOLO" thing until I realized it was modern teenspeak for "Carpe Diem". I mellowed on it after that, even if I still think certain teens (including one who may possibly be related to me:whistle:) overuse it.
haha It's not something I actually say. I felt like I was past the age to use it when it became popular.
 
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