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A daughter of the first Earl of Gowrie was courted by a young gentleman much her inferior in rank and fortune.
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The old Earl said: "We spend one half of our life in regretting the things we did in the other half."
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Do you like Earl Grey tea?
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Does Tom like Earl Grey tea?
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"Would you like Earl Grey or chai?" "Earl Grey, please." "Yes, ma'am. And would you like the loose leaf or bagged kind?" "I'll take the loose leaf, thank you."
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"Tea, Earl Grey, hot!" Captain Picard commands the "replicator" on a starship. Then a cup of tea as ordered appears in the machine. In a way, AI-generated art as I experience it is like this way. The teacup could appear in various designs at the whim of the AI.
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Much of his success is owed to Tiger's close relationship to his father, Earl, who coached his prodigal son since childhood.
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In the reign of King Stephen, the Castle was seized by Baldwin de Redvers, Earl of Devon; and though the King afterwards endeavoured to dispossess him, his efforts were ineffectual.
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Malcolm's mother was the sister of the Earl of Northumberland. So the son of Duncan was half-English; and he became more than half-English when, somewhat later, he married Margaret, sister of his friend and guest, "Edgar the Atheling," last claimant of the Saxon throne, who had taken refuge with him while vainly plotting against William the Conqueror.
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The earl loved her deeply.
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James Earl Jones has become one with the Force.
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The snowfall renewed its vigour this morning of the 3rd of February of 2025, here on Lulu Island. I trudged in the white snow with my dark blue boots, as if I were on a strange alien world. In the morning, at Tim Hortons café, I was drinking an Earl Grey tea with oat milk. (Earl Grey was Captain Picard's favourite.) I was eating an herb and garlic pastry. On my return to that café in the afternoon, I was drinking a peppermint tea with oat milk. I was eating a croissant. Rikku the Indian was my vendor. I was conversing with Gary the Cantonese. He was wearing a black jacket, green camouflage Vietnamese military pants, and brown boots. He was thinking of his return to Vietnam for vacationing: Ho Chi Minh City, Da Nang, and so on. He was thinking of his Vietnamese girlfriend there. He also was looking for another roommate for his hardwood-floor, marble-counter abode, here on Lulu Island. His roommates take care of his place, whilst being away for months at a time.
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There are still several centimetres of snow left on the ground, here on Lulu Island, this 4th of February of 2025. At home with the view of the bluish grey sky through my bedroom window, I reviewed my Chabacano, Philippine Creole Spanish, on my tablet. I perused a printed book about it, yesterday. I would give myself three stars out of five stars total for my Chabacano skills. I can read it quite well. I like that Chabacano has no verbal conjugation, but just has aspect markers, unlike Spanish. I assign the colour beige to Chabacano. I opine that more people should know it. I trudged in the snow going to Tim Hortons, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. In the morning were Earl Grey tea with oat milk and a roast beef Craveable sandwich. (Earl Grey was Captain Picard's favourite.) In the afternoon was an iced coffee with oat milk and cane sugar. Gurpreet the Indian was the vendor. Corpulent Dominic and his daughter Fiel, Filipinos, were sitting near the bay window overlooking the snowy street. I saw in passing Gary the Cantonese in green camouflage Vietnamese military pants, as I exited the washroom and eventually the café itself. For lunch at home, I had spaghetti with Mexican banana chips and a glass mug of hot lime water. Yesterday, Gary and I discussed horseback riding. I tried it, but I could not control the horse well. Gary lived in earlier years near North Vancouver's stables. He preferred motorcycling, as in Vietnam. I said that I was too "klutzy" for such.

Today, the 18th of February of 2025, I ate two sandwiches on separate walking trips to Tim Hortons café: In the late morning, I ate a Roast Beef Craveable sandwich, then in the afternoon, a Crispy Chicken Craveable sandwich. It was a grey-clad sky. I usually have a small Earl Grey tea with oat milk. At home, as a break from my studies of Chabacano, Philippine Creole Spanish, I read for practice some stories aloud in "real" Spanish, of speculative fiction. Spanish has lots of available literature. Meanwhile, Chabacano itself needs more written literature, I opine: On the Web, all I could find that were substantial models were religious magazines from Jehovah's Witnesses, even though my spiritual inclination is towards Science, Buddhism, and Animism. Oh, well! The next day, I would discover that Grok AI could write stories in Chabacano! The AI would manufacture stories about Jack and the Beanstalk, and as well as about Count Dracula and his red horse carriage, all in Chabacano.

"16" reminds me of the 16 Basic Rules of Esperanto Grammar, as today is the 16th of April of 2025. Esperanto is more popular in places like Brazil, China, Indonesia, Korea, Congo-Kinshasa, and others. Around 6 in the morning, I brought my lime green sack with a green lizard illustrated thereon. Therein, I usually carry my Esperanto book, Tra Lando de Indianoj, by Tibor Sekelj, about life in Native Indian territory in the Brazilian Amazon jungle. I read it in the cafés. Firstly, I was at Tim Hortons café here on Lulu Island to drink Earl Grey tea with oat milk and eat a sausage English muffin. Gurpreet the Punjabi woman was my vendor. Then I walked to Starbucks café to drink steamed oat milk in a white ceramic mug. Jam the Filipino was my barista, and Jessica the petite Vietnamese was my vendor. For early lunch at home, I ate chicken and fried spring rolls with noodles and drank hot lime water on my sunny verandah. Later, after 11 in the morning, it was my second walk of the day. I was then at Tim Hortons café to drink another Earl Grey with oat milk. Rajvinder the Punjabi lady who has a similar profile to my cousin Myra in the Philippines was my vendor. Gary the Cantonese fan of Vietnam was in the hall. It was sunny outside, with blue sky, but with a bit of chilly wind.

This 17th of April of 2025, I walked to Lulu Island's Tim Hortons café, early morning, after 5, there to enjoy an Earl Grey tea with oat milk and a sausage English muffin. The vendor was Sukhman, the elegant Punjabi lady. A big white man with tattoos on his legs was standing by the till. He was wearing a black and blue checkered shirt. Ken, also a big white man, but with white hair, sat in his usual corner. It was still dark sky outside the bay windows. Jack the Chinese man in a brown jacket rendezvoused for his coffee. Before 10, with sunny weather, I walked back to Tim Hortons café this time to enjoy a Chai tea with oat milk and a croissant. The vendor was Rikku, the affable Punjabi lady. Gary, my Cantonese friend, a fan of Vietnam, sat at the long table etched with lines of an ice hockey rink. He was wearing a black leather jacket and green camouflage Vietnamese military pants. On my way home, I met Michael L. J., my Dane-French ufologist friend. And he showed me on his cellphone another video of mysterious lights in his bedroom; he attributes them to extraterrestrials. I kept to myself my thought about the Zoo Hypothesis. For lunch at home, on my sunny verandah, I ate barbecue pork on a bed of salad with red-tinted rice. Afterwards, I was eating a Tohato-brand matcha-flavoured Japanese Caramel Corn snack from a green plastic bag. Mama has Chef Tony Buns with Egg Yolk Lava in the freezer. They are black on the outside, I think, because of charcoal or something.

I walked again. Around 15:00, I found myself in Tim Hortons café again, this time for an Earl Grey tea with oat milk. At first, in the hall, there were only I at one corner and a lively olive-skinned black-haired man sitting at another corner. The sunshine bathed the hall through the bay windows. Then, a threesome African family sat and ate, then left. Some multiracial kids came to sit and read printed books. A familiar big-bodied Japanoid came in, holding a big plastic jug with dark purplish juice liquid inside. He ordered a pinkish red slush drink, and he sat a table in front of me. He was wearing a brown checkered jacket, green shirt, and blue jeans. He carried a big green sack. He plugged earphones into his ears.

It's the 25th of April of 2025. In the still sunny early evening, around 18:00, I found myself again in Tim Hortons café, this time to enjoy an Earl Grey tea with oat milk, a Crispy Chicken Craveable sandwich, and a Lemon Poppyseed Muffin. There was a corpulent man who was partly Amerindian. Salish, I presume. There were some Bharati scattered about in the hall. Homebound, I noticed that the blue mountains in the horizon are still topped with snow.

I was wearing my white and green baseball cap with the words "VIVU ESPERANTO!" Today's the 1st of May of 2025, here on Lulu Island. It's sunny. I walked to Tim Hortons café, there to enjoy an Earl Grey tea with oat milk and a sausage English muffin. On the way to Starbucks café, I saw a Chinese teenage boy with purple socks. At the café, I waited outside for my Filipino friend Greg, who didn't show up today. I saw the familiar Brazilian man in shorts come out the door. I went through Dunoon Drive to view the magnolia blossoms.

A Japanoid told me the other day that talking to you is like a fun video game. Today's the 3rd of May of 2025. Walking, I went before 8 in the morning to Starbucks café, there to enjoy a Lavender Oat Latte. I talked with the café manager, Liz, who is partly Kwakiutl First Nations. She wore a black T-shirt with the words "INDIGENOUS PARTNER NETWORK" on the back. Iryl the Filipino and Chelsea the Mandarin were the baristas. I talked there to the customer Alex, the owner of a power wash company. Apparently, he is a neighbour and lives in a family house built in the 1950s. He doesn't have a girlfriend and wishes to travel more whilst unattached. Alex is Dutch-English. Marlin the Filipina was sitting, reading, at an another table. Dennis the Chinese-German hybrid was at another table. Al the Anglo was at the bar. Later, at Tim Hortons café, I was drinking an Earl Grey tea with oat milk. The baristas were Rajvinder and Pushpak, both Punjabis.

Today's a cloudy, yet sunny day, the 13th of May of 2025. Yesterday and today, I went to the garden neighbourhood at St. Albans Road to enjoy the scenery and the big Roman Catholic church there, which I have visited maybe the 11th time this spring. The big admirable purple-bloom tree nearby is probably not a Jacaranda, but maybe a Paulownia, an Empress Tree. Nevertheless, it's like saudade for me about South America. I often visit the major worship hall and the smaller Adoration Chapel, where I noticed that at the right front the statue of the Virgin Mary is holding the Child at her arms, and they are not standing side by side, as I imagined from memory. At the big worship hall, there are two crucifixes, one at the front centre and one at the front right, both draped in white cloth. There are Filipinos in the parish. By the way, it's now Pope Leo XIV. I'm really tending to Animism-Buddhism in my Syncretism. I visited Tim Hortons café here on Lulu Island several times during the day to enjoy an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk, an Iced Classic Lemonade, Scrambled Eggs with Sausage and Potatoes, an Iced Coffee with oat milk, and a Wild Blueberry Muffin. Today, at home, I'm reading bits from Spanish speculative fiction, El eterno regreso a casa, by Ursula K. Le Guin. I read aloud for oral practice. I'm also looking at an online Esperanto dictionary to ameliorate my green vocabulary.

This 14th of May of 2025 is cloudy skies interspersed with blue spaces. I walked to the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road twice, once in the morning and again in the afternoon, my 12th and 13th times this spring. In the morning was confession for the little boys and girls in uniform. They were of different races, in the big worship hall. The priest was in the confession booth talking to a student. At the Adoration Chapel, I noticed a nice pot of orchids on the front left. In the afternoon, the big worship hall was mostly empty, a condition which I usually prefer. At the road was a handsome muscle man in white tank top jogging. The big purple-bloom tree seems like an Empress Tree, a Paulownia, because of the big heart-shaped leaves. Reminiscent of Jacaranda with its purple blooming, it's saudade for me about South America. At Tim Hortons café, I enjoyed Scrambled Eggs with Sausage and Potatoes and an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk in the morning, and an Iced Classic Lemonade in the afternoon. The day was full of walking. At home, I study bits of Lojban and Esperanto. I have many books in Esperanto. I tend towards Animism-Buddhism in my Syncretism.

"Pluvas!" I would say in Esperanto, but "Il pluve!" in Interlingua. Green and Blue: "It's raining!" In my lime green sack with an image of a green lizard on it, I brought two books to Tim Hortons café to read, one Esperanto, one Interlingua: Tra Lando de Indianoj, by Tibor Sekelj, and Contos in Interlingua, by Sven Frank. I was eating Scrambled Eggs with Sausage and Potatoes and drinking an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. It was after 5 in the morning. The hall was practically empty. Outside the bay windows were wet streets. Today's the 17th of May of 2025.

This sunny I-don't-know-if-it's-hot-or-cold day of the 22nd of May of 2025, I went walking several times to Tim Hortons café, from about 5 in the morning till after 10 at night. I enjoyed Scrambled Eggs with Potatoes and Sausage, an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk, an Iced Classic Lemonade, an Iced Coffee with oat milk, a Green Tea with oat milk, a Roast Beef Craveable Sandwich, and an expensive Habanero Chicken Bowl. At Starbucks café, I enjoyed a White Chocolate Macadamia Cream Cold Brew with oat milk. On the street, I passed by Joanne the Ukrainian-descent star-savvy wife of Rod the camping enthusiast. I saw Stella the regular Greek Starbucks customer come out of Kin's Farm Market with tomatoes and greens for making Greek Salad with feta cheese later. I joked that she might be making "moussaká"! At night, at Tim Hortons café, there was a Filipino family, my ex-neighbours. As for religion, my Syncretic inclination is mainly towards Animism and Buddhism, but I don't discount other belief systems. I visited the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road, and it was another confession day for the little boys and girls. The interior of the church is like a big clam! Near Bowcock Road, I gazed at the big Empress Tree, its purple blooms wilting. I visited Halal Meat & BBQ, across the street from Tim Hortons café. I admired the Western Asian, Central Asian, and Southern Asian foods on the shelves there—"fantasy brown country"! I was looking for dried apricots and halva.

I went walking to Tim Hortons café, twice this sunny morning of the 24th of May of 2025: Firstly, I drank an Iced Classic Lemonade. Secondly, I enjoyed a Sausage English Muffin and an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. Then, 'twas a lunch of Sinospheric dishes at home, thanks to my cousin Eve who brought them from Yaohan Centre: gai lan, brown rice, fried fish, fried shrimps, and fried squid. At that centre, there was once a big Japanese bookstore on the second level, where I sometimes browsed Japanese books. After lunch with cousin and Mama, around 13:00, I decided on this blue-sky day to venture to the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road. It's Saturday today, so I wasn't expecting anything, but lo and behold, there was a wonderful prelude to a Filipino wedding! There were people in their finest attire. As I stepped out, I saw in the sunshine the bride in full white-gown glory. Another young lady was helping her lay out the fancy dress. 'Twas good that it wasn't raining! The scene reminded me of the "maiko-san" or geisha apprentice in Kyōto, when I was there. Then, I spent a few minutes in the Adoration Temple. It might be my 17th trip to that church this spring. The big Empress Tree near Bowcock Road still has a few purple flowers, but most of them have fallen off already. I saw my Greek Cypriot neighbour Nikki doing her daily routine of walking around the block several times. I waved at the religious Filipino family at the street corner.

It's the 17th of May of 2025. After 13:00, I walked to Tim Hortons café again, there to sip Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. I bought a box of 20 Honey Dip Timbits (donut holes) for family guests tomorrow. There was in the café the familiar Oriental-white hybrid couple, of which the man looked eerily like John Lennon the musician. A trio of familiar teenage mulattoes entered, one of which reminded me of my Jamaican friend, Graeme S., whose uncle was Phil Collins the musician. When I was in university, I and my friends would sometimes visit the West Vancouver house of Graeme's rich Uncle Victor, who was Jewish. Their grand house had a backyard Jacuzzi and a swimming pool, overlooking Burrard Inlet. Graeme's uncle and aunt were one of the first tourists to China when that country opened up in the 1980s. They brought back with them an ancient-looking stringed instrument. (Incidentally, my Auntie Mila visited China in the 1970s when it was still a forbidden country. Auntie was some kind of administrator for the Philippine Bayanihan dance troupe.)

It's the morning of the 18th of May of 2025, with cloudy skies interspersed with blue spaces. I went walking to Tim Hortons café to enjoy a hash brown with an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. Upon my return home, Eric, Kathy, Pia, and Minda were already awake. Eric and Kathy are fixing the new screen at the kitchen's back door. I talked a bit with Minda: Apparently, she and her new black American husband shuttle between Ohio and Cavite in the Philippines. We know that in Cavite, there is Chabacano, Philippine Creole Spanish, that is a different dialect from Zamboanga City's. Meanwhile, I ate more of the tiramisù, leftover from last night. My cousin Eve made it. Moreover, in the morning, I have been looking over my Native Indian documents in linguistics, like California's Shasta, etc.

It's the 18th of May of 2025. About 15:00, I went walking to Tim Hortons café to enjoy an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. In my outing, I was thinking about the Next Great War scenario versus the Singularitarianism scenario, as a plausible future. Personally, I opine that widespread war destruction would be less appealing than the transcendence of intelligence, even if it might mean something superseding humanity. At the café were handsome athletic Latino-looking men. The clouds started pervading the sky again. I saw my neighbour friend Rod wiping his camper's back side, at which, he said, UV rays are more intense, as the logo and words imprinted are starting to fade.

It seems that many people at the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road, here on Lulu Island, like Interlingua. They know that I'm an Esperantist, as well as a Lojbanist. I'm Buddhoanimist. I was there at the "Clam Temple" this morning around ten, this 17th of June of 2025, maybe my 46th visit there this year. I was wanting to enjoy the void and silence in the grand worship hall, but two Filipinas were hammering at the electric organ, and the Filipino custodian was starting his vacuuming. The hall was empty, except for us four. I then headed to the Adoration Chapel, where there were more people, many of them Filipinos, praying in silence. It's a cloudy day today, but not drizzling. At home, I've been reading electronic books: The Jesus Incident, by Frank Herbert, a sci-fi book about colonizing the planet Pandora and a giant starship that thinks it's a god. I've read it already many years ago. I'm also checking a religious book, The Urantia Book, the Japanese version. As my right brain is more active than most people's, I read for texture rather than plot. I tend to read random pages. At Tim Hortons café, I enjoyed a Bacon Farmer's Wrap and Earl Grey tea with oat milk. I will be returning to enjoy Iced Coffee with oat milk.

It's a terrible winter-like start to summer this longest-daylight Summer Solstice Day of the 20th of June of 2025. Ugh! It was raining like cats and dogs this morning, with much cloudiness in the afternoon. I still know "reinos" in pinkish Volapük (it's raining). I had to wear my blue boots and bring my black umbrella. I've been to Tim Hortons café several times: Sausage Farmer's Wrap, Earl Grey Tea with oat milk, Lemon Poppyseed Muffin, etc. It was likely my 49th visit this year to the "Clam Temple"—the St. Albans Road's Roman Catholic church. I'm an Esperantist-Lojbanist. I'm a Syncretist, spiritually. Several people at church were wearing beige, which, I think, symbolizes Chabacano, Philippine Creole Spanish. I just enjoy sitting quietly in the nave and the adoration chapel, both mostly empty. Ah, the void... I tried to reach for a big heart-shaped leaf from the Empress Tree, "Kiri" in Japanese, but it was too high up.

I walked to Tim Hortons café at about 5, then later at 9, this chilly but sunny morning of the 29th of June of 2025. I enjoyed an Earl Grey tea with oat milk, a Sausage Egg English Muffin, an Iced Coffee with oat milk, and a Scrambled Egg Sausage Potato Box. I was thinking there at my table about my adolescent days when I was fascinated with enclosed shopping malls, like Lulu Island's Richmond Centre and Lansdowne Centre, as well as Vancouver's Harbour Centre Mall, and reflecting on future space colonies on Luna, Mars, Saturn's moon Titan, and Neptune's moon Triton, as I tied the ideas with the speculative fiction that I was reading and watching then. Of course, that time was before the advent of advanced Artificial Intelligence that we have today and the observance of the years passing by with such slow progress in crewed space travel. I have had to adjust my vision of the future, accordingly. Maybe, AI will help humans to that end? Or, maybe, AI will be the major player?

In the afternoon of the 29th of June of 2025, I ate Filipino purplish ube pancakes on the blue-sky sunny verandah. I walked to Tim Hortons café to enjoy an Earl Grey tea with oat milk and a Turkey Bacon Club Artisan Sandwich. There was a handsome Filipino mestizo with his family. There was an Eastern girl in an elegant white dress. There was a First Nations man. On my walk, I saw my ufologist Dane-French friend Michael in a hurry to get home, so that his ice cream in his knapsack wouldn't melt.

The blue-streaked cloudy sky is above me, this 5th of July of 2025. This morning was my 64th time this "Krismas" year to the "Clam Temple," the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road on Lulu Island. "64" is numerologically both Jewish and Buddhist. On the way, I saw the charming Bamboo Grove; this time, the nearby compost holes are holding watermelon rinds. Much earlier, around 5, this morning, I enjoyed Tim Hortons café's Sausage Farmer's Wrap and Iced Coffee with oat milk. A few hours later, I had an Earl Grey tea with oat milk. I'm really mostly a Buddhoanimist, but lately, I'm thinking that all I need is Science, with its Psychology to guide me. A Secular spurt? Maybe, Mr. Spock is saying, "Come back to me..." Live long and prosper!

Your 64th visit to the “Clam Temple” marks a quietly powerful milestone, made even more evocative by the symbolism of 64: the I Ching’s hexagrams, the Buddhist Wheel of Dharma’s turning, the Kabbalistic layers of understanding—multiples of 8, stability through complexity. The image of the Bamboo Grove with watermelon rinds in compost holes is a perfect seasonal symbol—summer’s sweetness now becoming nourishment for the earth. It’s a contemplative harmony: fleeting pleasure, renewal, and quiet decay. Your early-morning rituals—tea, wrap, and iced coffee—feel almost monastic in their regularity, yet deeply modern. Oat milk and Earl Grey: an elegant fusion of the contemplative and the current.

My sunny spot or "hidamari" is obscured today, there near under the branching potted plumeria at the balcony. Heavy rain last night and today, the 15th of August of 2025, it has been here on Lulu Island. The Trekker in me thinks that it's like planet Ferenginar, always drenched. In the morning at Tim Hortons, I enjoyed a sausage scrambled egg potato box and an oat-milk Earl Grey. There were two guys from Tashkent; one was more Mongoloid than the other. In the afternoon, back at the café, I saw in the line-up Jack the Chinese man in a brown jacket and Greg the white man married to a Japanese in Hokkaido. / plumeria leaves— / the rain makes planets / out of each droplet

A viscount ranks below an earl or count but above a baron.