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Unpredictable Donuts

Friends,
Words, the basic building block of communication. The English language has over 170,000 words in current use, so it’s not surprising that some of them might not mean what you think they might -or should. For instance, if you look-up the word “dite” in the dictionary, you find it means “bit” (most commonly used in the British expression “I don’t care a dite”). So, when one hears El Chapo Guzmán is being “extradited” to the U.S. one might be forgiven for thinking they were giving him a bonus (he was being given an “extra dite”, if you will). Also prompted by the news, this morning I was thinking of the word “Inauguration”. If you break it down, the core particle of the word would be “augur” (i.e. to predict), preceded by the prefix “in” (a negative or privative force -e.g. inorganic, indefensible). So, in-augur-ation should mean “an unpredictable activity”. Which is an odd name for something that has every activity scripted down to the minute. Then again, come to think about it, this morning my new definition may well prove adequate after all. You know what I mean. Of course, something that is somewhat predictable by now is the arrival of donuts on Friday morning (granted, last week I may have disappointed the handful of folks who were not in Austin). So come grab a sweet treat from Holy Donuts –the same predictable treat at the same predictable location. 

Happy Friday!

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