Sam Houston once jokingly described James K. Polk as a “victim of the use of water as a beverage” (Quoted in De Bruhl 1993, 131)

Wisteria TunnelWisteria Tunnel In Kawachi Fuji Garden In Kawachi Fuji Garden, Japan

 

This makes sense to me:

Why Do Sandwiches Taste Better When Someone Else Makes Them?

By Daniel Kahneman

When you make your own sandwich, you anticipate its taste as you’re working on it. And when you think of a particular food for a while, you become less hungry for it later. Researchers at Carnegie Mellon University, for example, found that imagining eating M&Ms makes you eat fewer of them. It’s a kind of specific satiation, just as most people find room for dessert when they couldn’t have another bite of their steak. The sandwich that another person prepares is not “preconsumed” in the same way.

Via: http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2011/10/02/magazine/29mag-food-issue.html#/cooking

More than a thousand furious rail passengers stormed a station office after they noticed the train they were on had gone 980km in the WRONG direction.

As the packed service pulled into the Indian city of Warangal people on board went berserk as they realised they were five hours away from where they should have been and no staff on board had noticed….

It was when it arrived at an interchange at Vijayawada it went wrong, as it was due to swing north to its eventual destination of Varanasi, one of India’s holiest cities.

India’s signalling system is run on codes but instead of entering the three-letters for its next intended stop Bhubaneswar (BBS) staff put in the code for Bilaspur (BSP) sending the train in completely the wrong direction.

Via: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2039667/Indian-train-travels-980km-wrong-direction-rail-staff-noticing.html#ixzz1YzFZi0gH

 

More wonderfully bad analogies:

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry
them in hot grease.

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the
grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left
Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at
4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had
also never met.

He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East
River.

I was greatly amused by a list of English Teachers’ awards for best student metaphors/analogies, allegedly
found in actual student papers.  Some of these made me laugh out loud, so I’ve named my awards.

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.  —  M.C. Escher Recursive Analogy Award

He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree. — Zen Analogy Award

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling
ball wouldn’t.  — Quantum Metaphor Memorial Award

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just
before it throws up.   — Award for Best Canine Disphony (“ABCD Award”)

More at https://plus.google.com/100612175927429294541/posts/c6MWreA6TB6

In at least one respect, Social Security is even worse than a traditional Ponzi scheme:

 

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