Triaging "triage" I find the way words drift & shift in meaning delightful. Yesterday I checked on the spelling of "triage" in my, admittedly 30 years old, Concise Oxford Dictionary, & found the definition given there was "the refuse of coffee beans." Since this was nothing like what I was expecting (& started to wonder if I had, in fact, the right word) I moved on to the ten years younger Shorter Oxford & found two definitions; "The action of sorting according to quality" which is much closer to current usage although apparently an older meaning since the second definition was "coffee beans of the third or lowest quality." & putting them together I came up with a new job, a "triage specialist," who wanders the waiting areas of ER words, oops, wards, inspecting empty coffee cups to see if they can divine in the leftovers what the patient's ailment might be… mean time The red eyes of rabbits Denise Levertov: The Springtime The rabbit's eyes aren't blue. Or are they? The red-eye flight gets you in early in the morning. That means that unless you're some sort of piston pumping ramrod-straight along a longitude you'll need to wind your watch forward to make up for the time you've lost. Who knows what might have happened in those over-looked hours? geographies: the Mackenzie River valley Peat forests are especially carbon-dense, but their curated selection depends upon those attributes which abound in the current season. Data is king. Social plat- forms abound. Yet there is no one size fits all solution when it comes to new in- formation technologies. For Veterans’ Day, Donald J. Trump had a sweatshop in Myanmar run him up a Buddha the size of the ones that used to be at Bamiyan. Had a hand at the end of an elevator arm in which he was carried up from the stage to a height approximately equal to 2000 bodies stacked one on top of another. From where he delivered a speech that was amplified / televised / digitalized / YouTubized so that the whole world could know what the sound of one hand crapping was.