So it begins...

Early on I was told that I was related to both King Niall of Ireland and Robert the Bruce of Scotland.
For four and a half decades, I learned that I'd been mispronouncing Martin Scorcese's surname.
Most of my life I knew of the curious fact that somewhere in Western Australia, outer space is actually closer than the next town.
Since I was a young man, I was informed the word 'kangaroo' meant 'No idea what you're on about'.
At some point or other in my twenties I learned that handshakes were originally devised to expose concealed knives and weapons at meetings.
A few years back I learned that many parts of Russia legally classified beer as a soft drink.
And now I'm pondering the fact that Canada means village or town, Canberra means place to meet, kvinden is not the plural for queens in Danish and pineapples are really fused berries.
So much uselessness and usefulness crowding in all the time.
So much worth knowing and worth avoiding all knowledge of.
So much we know and don't know all around us, all the time.
Goddammit, i need my first cup of tea for the day.
Let
the
day
start.

Someone who cares...