Oh, Kant, Kant, shall we go on a jaunt?
It ain't very nice to belittle or taunt --
You know how I think, so you know what I want,
Oh Kant, Oh Kant, Oh Kant
The Brittanica Great Books are making me gaunt,
Oh Kant, Oh Kant, Oh Kant
No line-numbered sections, and too small a font,
Oh Kant, Oh Kant, Oh Kant
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With these Antimonies you act so nonchalant,
Oh Kant, Oh Kant, Oh Kant
Two noumena at breakfast and half a croissant,
Oh Kant, Oh Kant, Oh Kant
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You're pretty damn smart, yeah, you're quite a savant,
Oh Kant, Oh Kant, Oh Kant
And kicking Hume's ass ain't a bad thing to flaunt,
Oh Kant, Oh Kant, Oh Kant
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Why're your words as obscure as a broke debutante?
Oh Kant, Oh Kant, Oh Kant,
Just 'cause you wrote in Prussia and not in Vermont?
Oh Kant, Oh Kant, Oh Kant
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01:54:57 PM, Thursday 8 March 2001
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Vivan le Femine! Viva il buon vino! Sostegno e gloria d'umanita!
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07:25:11 PM, Wednesday 7 March 2001
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Oooooh, Never Spurn a Kerne...
Oooooh, Never Messily wiiiith a Cecily...
Oh Never Never Never Bomb Kerne's Mom...
Oooooh, never, oh never, oh never...
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12:22:07 AM, Wednesday 7 March 2001
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Phenomena! doo doo d'doo-doo. Phenomena! doo doo doo doo... Phenomena! doo doo d'doo-doo, d'doo-doo, d'doo-doo, d'doodle doody doo doo doooo do!
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12:21:05 AM, Tuesday 6 March 2001
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shrimp.
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06:46:46 PM, Monday 5 March 2001
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this is what a dude said about my entry in the
"Be in a Thin H Line" contest. has been censored for word-loathsomeness:
"MKK... Man! You are so comic worthy. If I were doing a web-strip comic contest you'd definetly be one of the finalists. Things that popped instantly into my head when I saw your picture.
1) So that's what KD Lang would look like on steroids.
2) But I thought Agent Mulder was abducted by aliens.
3) Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me? You must be talking to me because I don't see anyone else here. You talking to me?
4) We're putting the band back together. We're on a mission from God.
5) Look out here come the l******s. Here comes the leaping l******s. (note: Thank you Napster for finally providing me with a copy of that song after many years of searching the record bins at thrift stores and bugging every l******n friend of mine to keep their eyes open for the album L******n Concentrate)
6) You make me want to put on something frilly and knitt for you.
7) Boys don't cry.... unless they piss off MKK and she beats the living shit out of them.
8) So that's what David Schwimer would look like if he was buff.
9) Bond... James Bond.
10) I can lick any chick in this contest."
He thinks I'm buff and butch and badass! Yaay! On the internet nobody knows you're a weenie.
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07:26:10 PM, Sunday 4 March 2001
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Lao Tze sez:
"The ideals of Objectivism be totally inconsiderate of the surrounding world, as if man qua man was livin' in a mothafuckin' vaccuum. Man qua man be totally existin' within a natural form. Objectivism don't consider the natural form, and I won't be havin' none of that. Now that whack bitch Rand would be gettin' all up in my face with her, "Function over Form" shit. But man's function ain't rationality. Jus' take a look at ya' hoe, and you see what I mean."
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02:47:29 PM, Sunday 4 March 2001
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we were all advised to read "The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat" before our next seminar. Kant argue with that... har de har de har de hoo...
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01:47:34 PM, Sunday 4 March 2001
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"They don't know how to classify Platonists, that's plain." Whew! That's a relief... I was feeling mighty put-out at being yet another (and believe me, this is ashes in my mouth) "New Aquarian" bleagh! bleagh! ptui! but if *that's* the loophole, well, jolly good. Neil, Katherine, Bridgie (though I don't believe I've had the pleasure... how d'ye do) -- I declare I *am* in fine company. Them finches...
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01:42:23 PM, Sunday 4 March 2001
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"a certain rhythmic tension, which can be measured -- both qualitatively and quantitatively -- against the relatively less tense normal version. Rhythmic displacement yields an increase in subjectively felt tension; normalization removes the tension and, in so doing, identifies its origin... in this domain, a normal underlying form may be transformed by expansion or contraction, or by any of several other manipulations."
"The first few contractions occur at intervals of four-fifths of a second. Thereafter the intervals tend to become longer, and the intensity of the contractions tends to taper off. In an extreme case, actually recorded on an automatic recording drum in the laboratory, twenty-five rhythmically recurring contractions of the platform followed one another over a period of forty-three seconds."
ok. one of these came from _Trends in Schenkerian Research_ (1990 Schirmer Press); the other came from _An Analysis of Human Sexual Response_ (1966 Little, Brown, and Company). the question is, my fine young things -- which is which? ha!
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01:35:40 PM, Sunday 4 March 2001
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Do but consider this small dust
Here running in the glass,
By atoms moved;
Could you believe that this
The body, ever, was
Of one that loved?
And in his mistress' flame, playing like a fly,
Turned to cinders by her eye?
Yes; and in death, as life, unblessed,
To have't expressed,
Even ashes of lovers find no rest.
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03:11:18 AM, Saturday 3 March 2001
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the man next to me had a little white booklet, full of nouns. on the left was russian, on the right, english. I remember, or think I remember: the threadmaker. the judgement. the chimney.
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11:37:58 PM, Friday 2 March 2001
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Oooooh Viiiiiiiiliam! Hyarde fyorde hyugee boo...
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09:33:57 PM, Thursday 1 March 2001
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Prop. 17 ate my soul...
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01:23:25 PM, Thursday 1 March 2001
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Oh Neeeeeiiiil! You'll never guess ~who's~ moving into ~your~ room this weeeek!
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08:18:19 PM, Wednesday 28 February 2001
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am I i) pregnant, ii) autistic, iii) mentally deficient, iv) eastern european/haitian, v) an infant? one would like to know...
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06:19:53 PM, Wednesday 28 February 2001
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I don't have a coat. I am an ant. Aren't we all? Where's Bruno? He got trodden on. What's the special today? Fillet of anteater. That'll learn it.
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02:13:34 AM, Wednesday 28 February 2001
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Moss: Good afternoon gentlemen. All your bloglet are belong to us.
Er, this is just me testing whether Mirabai's newly relocated bloglet works.
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01:28:40 AM, Wednesday 28 February 2001
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