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Good morning. ⏰🫘☕

17 August 2026

I woke up this morning and found that one of my hearing aids hadn’t charged — a minor annoyance, but enough to thro

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Good morning. ⏰🫘☕

17 August 2026

I woke up this morning and found that one of my hearing aids hadn’t charged — a minor annoyance, but enough to throw off the rhythm. My hearing aids connect to my iPhone, and I usually listen to the news or some music when I’m out walking. And Monday is a walk day.

No sweaty da. I’ll let it charge a bit before heading out. I need my eyes and ears along the way. “The way,” by the way, is just circuits around my yard — roughly 400 yards per lap.

Whoa — I pulled “no sweaty da” out of an old dusty suitcase. I’m pretty sure it’s a hybrid English/Japanese slang phrase used by service members way back in the day, meaning “no problem.” I spent time in Japan both as a kid and later as a Marine, so I probably picked it up in the early ’60s without even realizing it stuck.

Speaking of Japanese phrases, I don’t think I learned any dirty words in Japanese — and if I did, they’ve long since evaporated. After all, it’s been over half a century, and most of what I knew has faded. There was one mildly insulting phrase that got tossed around: baka tachi, which means “you fools” or maybe “you idiots.” It was playground language, the kind kids sling at each other without thinking.

People say that when you’re in a foreign country you learn the bad words first. I don’t think that’s true. What you usually learn first is something practical — like “Where is the train station?” I mean, really, how are you supposed to learn the bad words first? Walk up to a stranger and ask? No, it doesn’t work like that.

“We do not remember days; we remember moments.” — Cesare Pavese

“It is the simple things that are the most extraordinary.” — Paulo Coelho

“Every language is a world.” — Federico Fellini

Stairway of the Ancients

"A massive stepped stone structure rises out of the earth like an ancient giant, each level stacked with weathered blocks that look hand‑placed by people who lived centuries before you were born. The pyramid climbs upward in broad, geometric terraces, each one slightly smaller than the last, creating a staircase of stone that leads the eye toward the small temple platform at the summit.

The stones are rough, gray, and timeworn — edges softened by wind, rain, and the slow patience of history. Some blocks jut out unevenly, giving the whole structure a rugged, muscular presence, as if it’s still holding itself upright through sheer will.

Above it, the sky is a brilliant blue scattered with soft white clouds, the kind that drift lazily and make the pyramid look even more monumental by contrast. The sunlight catches the upper tiers, brightening the stone and revealing subtle textures: cracks, chips, and the faint shadows of centuries.

The scene feels quiet, reve

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