homepage          THE DAILY NEWS             email

The Daily Reflections
of Jan Cox

…....closer to my intent would be to say that
"A critical mind is like a gun without a bullet,"
but note how, in the first instance, making the idea more human and personalized seems to make it more interesting (and therein is a lesson in it's ole self).

 

 

Corollary concerning being cute and potentially thankful: deserving small hugs can bring on large ones.

 

 

You recall the man I mentioned who decided that all proverbs promise "something for nothing"? Well, he says he's expanded his view and now adds that "just by being born-- life promises you a bunch of free trouble."

 

 

And we received this letter: "In my opinion you would increase the size of your audience if you would try to be more insulting to us, the readers."

 

 

Don't be fooled by "cheap imitations":
inside of every naked person is another person.

 

 

As they scrubbed up for the fourteenth tee, one city surgeon noted to his pal, "A great aspect of practicing in a finite area is that the dead require no further diagnosis….Fore!"
(A local monarch, upon hearing of this, slapped his Prime Minister and said, "You should've thought of that for me to say, Saphead!")

 

 

A certain man with a voluminous amount of writing materials "subconsciously" thought, "Having extra paper is like having extra ideas," and even deeper down below that he thought, "Hey, don't I wish!"

 

 

To assist the younger in his spotting and identifying abilities, the ole man told the kid, "Lest you waste your time on problems that are less than fully founded and justified, be aware that around these parts when it's serious, the consequences will be apparent even before others see the apparent causes."

 

 

By a fairly young age, one kid had personally concluded that "most people want lessons that already have sticky fingerprints all over them."

 

 

One city thinker has concluded that "roaches spread stupidity." (I might note for you that roaches were not his first choice.)

 

 

One man became so upset over the "arrangement of things" that he nearly got over them.
Do be advised that by no means does this always work--[obviously in the hands of the ordinary].

 

 

What the ordinary mind calls the "truth" is like gold in that it can be hammered out thin into many separate little pieces……(and the truth and my Uncle Dilbert both cried out --"And we just l-o-v-e it!")

 

 

After the class had settled down, Professor Uncommon addressed them: "We will now take up the question, 'What are the ramifications of teaching what you do not know?' And today's lesson tells us--'None!'"

 

 

In this one hip city--once the results were in--everybody "placed their bets."
("Hey," said this one man, "Life didn't raise no fools.")
An off-track conversational footnote: "A 'sure thing' comes but once a year." "Don't you mean once a LIFEtime?" "Yeah, that's what I meant."

 

 

There were once two brothers who had a little verbal game they played that went like this, "what d'ya call the 'day you were born'?" "Hey you---come over here."

 

 

Grabbing the little nit-nipper by his lapels the ole man told the kid, "To have contours of ordinary intelligence is to let others define what you think." He may or may not have something there.

 

 

When the officials of this one city heard that there was some "accounting for taste" they all packed their bags and made a run for it….
And one fellow's small intestine said, "You people should be more thankful that there are some of us on whom you can reliably depend."

 

(If you understand the above, you do not have to:
go to medical school, take a laxative or make a run for it.
You may lounge here after class and think of 3000
new ways to say, "Thinking is fun!")