These days, ice isn’t something I put in my drinks to cool them. More often than not, it comes to mind as initials: the internal communication engine, or the Inter-City Express high-speed trains between German cities. “Der ICE ist auf gleis zwei,” as Duolingo keeps saying

An afternoon sunlit intersection where Harrison Street hits MacArthur Boulevard in Oakland, California, with on-ramps to Interstate 580 traffic heading toward Berkeley and Stockton nearby

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