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"But I own that I cannot see as plainly as others do, and I should wish to do, evidence of design and beneficence on all sides of us. There seems to me too much misery in the world. I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created that a cat should play with mice." -- Charles Darwin, Letter to Asa Gray
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I was hoping for something much more salacious based on the title of this blog entry. Must be them pesky postpartum hormones.
Ooooooooh gosh. Talk about tin-eared head writing -- which I used to talk about all the time. Blush. Blush.
Meanwhile, Joe: Hang in there, baby.
Speaking of that, the world wants *a baby picture* for the big blog.
yeah, the salacious interpretation is pretty hilarious. imagine "it", interpreted salaciously, striding about the world.
A new baby picture is on the way.
On a side note, his name is Jack, as in: "Jack Walters, damn good to meet you".
Watch out Class of 2030!
Handsome picture soon to be posted at the USF Journalism Forum.
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