July 11, 2004


So I was led astray again a couple nights ago, this time to Auntie Anne's description of a precocious nephew applying his understanding of a grownup concept to his own frame of reference. Emrack was similarly precocious. When he was about five, we were driving thru the Cook County Forest Preserve, and he asked what a preserve was. I explained that it was a place kept the way it had been so that people could see it. "So then the old hotel where we went for Mothers Day is a restaurant preserve?" Well, yes.

I thought that a search on "cocious" might turn up something amusing to add to this. Most of the entries had "pre-" in front of the word, but I did turn up one interesting screed. It looks to me like a classic case of a bureaucrat mindlessly following a badly written rule, but once you've determined that Bush=Hitler, it's really hard to ascribe to stupidity what can be adequately explained by malice.

Posted by triticale at July 11, 2004 09:52 PM
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