LIFE OF A JOKE

 LIFE OF A JOKE

Birth: A Freshman thinks it up and laughs out loud in chapel.

Age 5 minutes: The Freshman tell it toa Junior who says it’s pretty good, but he’s heard it before.

Age I day: Flumor editors use it as their own.

Age 2 days: Editor thinks it 1s terrible.

Age 10 days: Editor has to fill in space in a magazine, so the joke is printed.

Age 1 month: Thirteen other school magazines reprint it.

Age 3 years: Monitors reprint it in “Lighter Vein.”

Age 10 years: Seventy-nine radio comedians discover it simultaneously and tell it, accompanied by howls of mirth from the orchestra ($500 a howl).

Age 100 years: Teachers start telling it in class.

Bacon with pepsi

 

Candy ice cream

 

while examining my system log (journalctl -b) I found numerous entries like these:

 ello all,

while examining my system log (journalctl -b) I found numerous entries like these:

Jan 20 16:01:17 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/95, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:01:15 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/1, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:01:16 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/8, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:01:16 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/95, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:01:16 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/8, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:01:16 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/8, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:01:17 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/95, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:37:56 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register
item /org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/2, but it's
already registered
Jan 20 17:41:26 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/5, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:42:31 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/5, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:43:27 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/5, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:43:27 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/5, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:43:32 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/5, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:43:32 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/5, but it's already registered
Jan 20 17:44:03 desktop gnome-keyring-daemon[451]: asked to register item
/org/freedesktop/secrets/collection/default_keyring/5, but it's already registered


As they start occurring as soon as I start Evolution, I assume that they are connected to Evolution
somehow. Are these entries pointing to a configuration issue, and if yes, what can I do to fix them?

Thank you very much in advance and kind regards,

Gerd

 

STILL UNBUTTONED & UNBOTHERED: On Imagining That Freedom Probably Feels Like Getting the Itis

Jacqui Germain

The table settles. Before you is a series of well-seasoned scraps framed in silverware and open palms. The entire kitchen exhales and every torso leans back in unison, a table blossoming bodies in satisfaction. Someone pops open a button, and then another. Several burps that interrupt, scoff at the hand cupped around the mouth, bellow with pleasure as they fling out of the body in triumph. Every bra is undone unceremoniously, straps wilting out of shirt sleeves or across furniture. The land of satiation. The land of, if it itches, scratch it. Land of pleasure. Everything sagging with joy. Someone passes gas loudly. It is full and foul, but no one is embarrassed by the scent of a body that has gotten exactly what it needed.                                               The stench of enough. My god, to be so satisfied you reek of it. Smell badly of, I do not want more, I have had my fill. To stink of gratitude, to be immobilized by its weight. The eyelids flutter, nearly drunk with it. Here, the body so saturated and somehow fears nothing. What a condition for the body, so unlike the state I am in. So enough that all it must do is sleep.