Pylimitics

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  • Ordinal

    And a one, and a two… There’s a small mystery about numbers that you may have noticed. When we count things, we use “one,” “two,” “three,” and so on. But when we talk about the position of something in a sequence, we say “first,” “second,, and “third;” different words altogether. After that, though, it’s back… Continue reading

  • Hedgehog is Worried

    Hedgehog was worried. “I’m worried,” he said to Raccoon.  “You worry too much,” said Raccoon. “Something is always worrying you.” “This is different. Today I’m really worried.” “I don’t see anything different about today,” said Hare from the other side of the room. “In fact, it seems like an especially nice day to me.” “It… Continue reading

  • Grapevine

    Whether you’ve heard “Heard it Through the Grapevine” or not, you’ve probably heard of hearing through the grapevine, and you’ve probably heard things through the grapevine. But have you ever heard why you’d hear things through a grapevine in the first place?  “The grapevine”, as a metaphor for people passing information individually, one-by-one, dates back… Continue reading

  • Born Today: Parker & Parsai

    I’m not entirely sure today is really August 22; it could be some sort of satirical comment on the month of August or the number 2. I can’t quite figure out which, but here’s my evidence: not one, but two famous satirical writers were born this day, many years apart, on different continents.  The American… Continue reading

  • August 22

    Today is the 159th anniversary of the first time a yacht owned by some really rich guy beat a yacht owned by another really rich guy in a race to win the America’s Cup. Except they didn’t really win the America’s Cup, because at the time it was called the “R.Y.S. One Hundred Sovereign Cup.”… Continue reading

  • Always Liked Nebraska

    Filch Burgoo had always liked Nebraska. At least, he told himself, he had always liked watching the vast Nebraska plains roll past outside the open door of a comfortable boxcar like the one he and his pals were in. They were headed east toward the big switching yards outside Omaha, where Filch was thinking of… Continue reading

  • Barnstorming

    Sometimes you’ll see a story about some person or group “barnstorming”, which means touring around an area — possibly the whole US — making brief stops for whatever their specialty happens to be. A band could hold a barnstorming concert tour; a political candidate could barnstorm around giving speeches, and so forth.  If you look… Continue reading

  • Cahoots

    “She was in cahoots with a doctor.” That’s a line from “Murder Must Wait,” a 1953 detective novel. It’s a pretty typical line; I don’t know how many novels in the crime fiction genre include “…in cahoots with…” but I bet it’s in the hundreds, at least. Being “in cahoots” with somebody means partnering with them, with… Continue reading

  • Born Today: William Murdoch

    If you lived two or three centuries ago, you mostly lived in the dark. I don’t mean metaphorically; candles don’t produce much illumination, and in those days they were pretty expensive. There weren’t very many alternatives, either. Luckily for people who liked to stay up late or read at night, William Murdoch was born on… Continue reading

  • August 21

    When you fill out an online form with your postal location information, one of the choices in the “country” dropdown menu is “United States Outlying Islands.” Ever wonder about those? One of them was discovered today, August 21, in 1821.  Jarvis Island is a tiny coral island that’s really, totally, I’m not kidding, in the… Continue reading

About Me

I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.

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Tales from the Forest

Quarantined; A Book of Days