Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
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08:09:17 PM,Saturday 6 October 2001
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01:17:01 PM,Friday 5 October 2001
Score!!_
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01:09:53 PM,Friday 5 October 2001
Old man in music class today. Sang 'Sumer is acumen in', 'non nobis domine'. No croquet. Wrote essay. Typed up resume. Counterpoint group & solo. Went to water polo. Dutch Irene was nice instead of mean. I smell like chlorine. Went to storytellers. Lots of lovely fellers. Lots of lovely girlies. Going to bed early. Gotta get up at seven. Sun'll rise like leaven. Say good night to Max. Brother, them's the facts.
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01:14:56 AM,Thursday 4 October 2001
If she can stay out all hours watching Ani di Franco, I can stay UP all hours watching La Clemenza di Tito!!
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06:00:08 AM,Wednesday 3 October 2001
"Teach science which teaches fear of God; he who desires knowledge adores God; when he spreads it, he is giving alms; he who has it becomes an object of veneration and goodwill. Science protects from error and sin; it lights the road to paradise; it guides us through the pleasures and pains of life; it is an ornament among our friends and a shield against the enemy. The memorials of the wise alone endure because their great deeds serve as models and are repeated by the great minds who follow them. Science is the remedy for the infirmities of ignorance, a comforting beacon in the night of injustice. Thd study of the sciences has the value of a fast; the teaching of them has the value of prayer; in a noble heart they inspire the highest feelings and they correct and humanize the perverted." -- Mohammed.
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01:27:14 AM,Wednesday 3 October 2001
Quiz!
What famous historical figure's real name was:
Aureolus Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim?
No cheating and looking on Google, now.
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08:21:05 PM,Tuesday 2 October 2001
The freakiness of St. John's:
Ok, y'all might have heard the first segment, about my doppelganger, Lucia. She's got my frame and my clothes and my walk, and it's disconcerting like all hell -- the main way people tell us apart, comfortingly, is by our voices. I, as you might know, talk like a Bronx auctioneer on helium. Her voice is very slow and low, and grim, and somber, and sober, like Marvin the android forced to commentate on an existential billiards match. We called her "Lawnmower", because I've never been able to say the name "Lucia" without adding "di Lammermoor", which Neil misheard; it became convenient. Ok. Now, this is the extra freaky part. Lucia's now a sophomore (along with a kid who has the exact size, shape, face, and aristocratic lisp as Toulouse-Lautrec, but that's another story), and there's a new freshman. She and Lucia and I all have one particularity in common besides Johnnyhood, which you might be able to guess (we're all rather more Bilitical than political, if you catch my haddock...), but while she's a diminuitive waspish blonde with a sharp nose and cropped hair, I and the former are diminuitive Italian greasers with sharp noses and cropped hair. So. But... she, (the freshman) and Lucia both have the _same_ _damned_ _voice_. Everything. The angst, the dignity, the wounded formality... you couldn't pick 'em out with an oscciloscope. They both fence, too, but that's beside the point. The freshman's name? Ariadne. A name I've never been able to say without adding "auf Naxos". They're both named after freaking operas. I'm gonna start calling her Nachos, just for consistency's sake (sorry you couldn't be here, Neil...) There's two bodies and two voices between the three of us, and I'm seriously weirded out.
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03:40:53 PM,Sunday 30 September 2001
I remember last time I asked y'all to give me poems, you delivered some curious ones... well, I gotta find a poem again, for the poetry study group on friday. Lay 'em on me.
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03:26:27 PM,Sunday 30 September 2001
Jneyam sarvasvarupam ca jnanam ca mana ucyate, jnanam jneyasamam kuryan nanyah pantha dvitiyakah.
The essential nature of everything is worthy of being known. It is said that the mind is knowledge (because knowledge is obtained through the mind). One should consider knowledge to be identical with the object of knowledge. There is no way other than that (to liberation).
Just as water (merges) in the ocean, milk in milk, ghee in ghee, the space (inside the pot in the space outside) when a pot is broken, so the individual soul (merges) in the universal soul._
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03:23:30 PM,Sunday 30 September 2001
Oy, vey. Now, email from someone calling under the name:
no thanks, lady. {shudder}
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12:50:52 AM,Sunday 30 September 2001
A nondescript room. There are two doors, and one window, opening onto a brick wall. Two chairs, set too low for grown men but too wide for children, are placed haphazardly on the bare floor. There is a small vase of dead flowers at an equal distance between them.
Cheval enters. He is a small, nervous man, wearing two tight woolen vests, and very shiny black shoes. He occasionally lifts his elbows in a gesture not unlike an orchestra conductor encouraging the tympani. He speaks very quickly.
Cheval: Well, did you come to ride the elephants, or are you here for good?
Porlock enters from the other door. He is entirely nondescript, precisely as much (no more nor less) as the room.
Porlock: I haven't decided.
Cheval: Don't fritter and sputter and mutter and gutter and waste your time. Sit down.
Porlock: No, thank you.
Porlock sits.
Cheval: When I was fourteen years old, I hadn't a thought in my head. Now I'm nearly forced to be a fool. I hadn't taken two steps (he demonstrates) away from my nest and cradle when -- all at once -- I found myself unable... he appears to have run out of steam. He hangs his head and sits in the other chair.
Porlock: Is that so?
Cheval: You're a nit. You're a nit to the elephants, and the elephants are a nit to the juggernauts, and the juggernauts are a nit to the asteroids and the asteroids haven't a care in the world. And where does that leave me? Painting the tails on porcelain skunks! It's all right for you; you haven't a care in the world either. You're precisely in the same position, without all that trouble of ice and waste and collisions. I haven't a thought in my head. I shouldn't have decided otherwise. Orange juice?
Porlock: No, thank you.
Cheval rises and kicks the vase petulantly. The flowers rattle but do not topple over.
Cheval: I could have loved you, you vile fracas, you mean-chested bat, you stump-toed harlot, you kneader of fleece, you stripped wire hat of St. Patrick, you camel's spleen, you prat!
Porlock: Did we come to ride the elephants, or have we decided to stay?
Cheval slumps over, dejected. Porlock rises, picks a dead flower, and places it carefully in his buttonhole. He leaves through Cheval's door. Blackout._
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01:07:10 AM,Saturday 29 September 2001
As Bob Fosse prances in the desert, so
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12:34:23 AM,Saturday 29 September 2001
My fingersslipped, I swear!
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05:59:11 PM,Thursday 27 September 2001
Knight's axiom #18:
Anyone whose middle name is "Bysshe" is bound to be a pansy.
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02:41:31 AM,Thursday 27 September 2001
Bluegaria, Bluegaria, glory of the sea
Of all the places you could've been, this was the place to be
Bluegaria, Bluegaria, where skies are always blue
B-L-U-E-G-A-R-I-A, Bluegaria, we love youuuuu.
My hand is where my fish is!
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09:17:07 PM,Wednesday 26 September 2001
Don't mind me--just Moss here, trying to finally fixed the formatting problem that leads to the ugly black boxes.
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01:23:41 AM,Wednesday 26 September 2001
Storytellers got its $100 request approved, unanimous with one exception (the persnikety secretary, who also voted against Amnesty International)
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09:36:52 PM,Tuesday 25 September 2001
Fun Facts from Lab Class!
If the United States were the size of an atom, all the mass would be smushed into 500 yards somewhere in the vicinity of Nebraska, and the rest would be utter void and emptiness.
If your thumb was an atomic nucleus, it would weigh 8 billion pounds.
If you, by sheerest accident, and no fault of your own, take out a small laminated notecard with "BALLS" printed neatly on it in green felt-tip, half of the table will keel over in humiliating raucous laughter, while the other half, including the tutor, will glare at you severely, and you will feel like an ass.
No, wait, that's a fun fact from French Class. Sorry.
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06:14:49 PM,Tuesday 25 September 2001