Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
Every time I come back to the room, Max has been on the computer. She renamed my documents folder -- I can't remember exactly, but something along the lines of "SUUUUUUUUUJBBBJDJJ#######". She ran 10 separate file searches for "zzzzzzzzzzzzz112211221212112" on C:\. She deleted Internet Explorer off my desktop. Today she got into Linux. I'm starting to get worried...
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06:09:22 PM,Tuesday 25 September 2001
Pick the correct answer:
a) I have to go egg my brush plant with teeth.
b) I have to go plant my egg teeth with brush.
c) I have to go brush my teeth with eggplant.
d) I have to go teeth my plant with brush egg.
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12:57:20 AM,Tuesday 25 September 2001
I just got spam from someone at prodigal*****.com. I won't tell you what the ***** was, but it wasn't a sensible swedish automobile.
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12:51:00 AM,Tuesday 25 September 2001
Senior Lab: Chicks in Eyepatches.
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11:36:35 AM,Sunday 23 September 2001
from the lecture last night, about Euclid (lecture: 1 hour. Question period: 3 1/2 hours.)
"But, as I remarked at dinner, I make a wonderful sea-slug soup. So that will have to do."
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12:39:33 PM,Saturday 22 September 2001
They're the same thing in German.
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09:07:51 PM,Friday 21 September 2001
Yesterday my mom sent me a box. On the bottom, it said: "Representative Trinket Selection", which is an excellent name for a rock band. Inside, it had a pillow for sitting on, fruit leather, aloe vera toothpaste, licorice candies in a tin, sesame honey candy, a book about an old Coot, Mozart's Requiem, and soap. My mama is tremendous.
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08:57:32 PM,Friday 21 September 2001
Sentence of the day: 6 months hard labor.
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01:34:58 PM,Friday 21 September 2001
Actually, I did tour Annapolis with a digital camera. Not at night, no, and with a fuzzy b/w quickcam, yes, but I did it. If anyone would like any of the following pictures for old time's sake, speak up:
A.L. Goodie's, Annebeth's, The Lab Apparatus Display in Mellon, College Creek, The Really Bad Art on State Circle, The Really Bad Art of Stringfellow Barr Outside the King William Room, Chick and Ruth's, Seattle Coffee Co., Mellon Courtyard, BBC Elevator, Fleet Street Park, Flowers for James, Church Circle Fountain, The Fake French Toast In The Window Of That One Giftshop, Hopkins Furniture, The Paca Plaza Staircase, The King William Room, McDowell, Lilly Pritchard, The Long Door of the BBC, The Hideous Maryland Flag Tie in the Haberdasher's Shop, A Little Mayan Guy, The Outside of Main Street Ice Cream, The Inside of Main Street Ice Cream, Where The Liberty Tree Used to Be, The Orestes Mural, The Pendulum Pit, Penelope Wade, The Picture of Pike Place Market in Seattle Coffee Co., The Planetarium, Paca Plaza, The Ptolemy Stone, The Public Sales Office, Rainbow Cleaners, The Record Store That Never Opened As Long As I Was There But Had Lots Of Posters All Over the Windows, My Shadow on Back Campus, The Welcome to St. John's College Visitors are Welcome on Campus Pets are Not Allowed Sign, The Son of Liberty, Storm Bros. Ice Cream, Chasement, King William, Lilly Pritchard's Truck, The United States Naval Academy
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03:30:32 AM,Wednesday 19 September 2001
You're just bitter 'cause Plotinus never answered your phone calls.
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11:48:26 PM,Tuesday 18 September 2001
I can remember exactly what it felt like when my parents made me learn to read. I hated it. I loved stories, though -- they'd bribe me by reading me a chapter out of a big hard book for every easy small book I read myself. It was frustrating and dull and too much work. I didn't see the point in learning to read; everyone I knew knew how, and there was no reason why they shouldn't keep reading for me. I knew how to listen, so why should I learn how to read? I remember kicking up a fuss. The memory stuck with me, but it just fired up again. Latin and Greek are like math problems; they're so difficult and obscure that you never try to speak them, or unwind more than a few paragraphs at a time. When you take them that way they're not really languages, so it's not discouraging to have to parse this way and that way and dive into your lexicon a couple hundred times to get a certain passage just so. French, on the other hand, is a language. When I try to read five pages of _The Red and the Black_ I get the exact same feeling I did when I was four years old. It's obviously a clear, simple, colloquial set of rules and words that millions of people can thumb through in two minutes. Only I can't. I have to sit there for an hour, guessing at idioms and looking up "parce que" twelve times without ever remembering what it means after I've done it, and afterwards I don't even get the satisfaction I did plucking out meaning from solid blocks of Sophocles. I get five pages of conversational plot-furthering. Well, $*&^&$, I can get plot-furthering at market price in my own damn language! Why should I learn your bloody snobby snail-eating language anyway? My dad speaks French, so he can translate anything I want him to. French movies have subtitles. English is the king of languages, and I already know how to read that with ease and pleasure and accuracy, so why should I waste my sweat and grumbling on another one? Humph!_
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11:23:13 PM,Tuesday 18 September 2001
Toshiro Mifune
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02:14:14 AM,Tuesday 18 September 2001
I too might end up near Boston for a year or five. Tufts "Helping Johnnies Cheat on their Greek Homework Since 1987" University has another of those post-baccalaureate thingummies. It's looking good, actually. Either I'll go to Baltimore and be near Johnnyland, or Atlanta and be near Remi, or Medford and be near Moss. If I wind up in Vermont or Virginia, I'll... well, let's hope otherwise. (There's also Jerusalem, but I precognize objections on that front)(not the Judean People's Front!)(Sorry, Remi. (`;)
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07:27:19 PM,Monday 17 September 2001
P.T. Barnum, in his travelling sideshow, used to have an exhibit called "The Happy Family". It was a large glass cage full of cats and rats, birds and insects, dogs and ferrets, pike and guppies, snakes and mice, and other such combinations. The trick was in gorging the predators on an alternate supply of food, kept from the public, whenever it wasn't on display, and removing any possible shelter which the prey could have used to hide themselves. So the public saw Eden -- the bloated, dispeptic lion lying down with the paralysed, cornered lamb. Lovely sentiment, what?
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02:45:30 PM,Monday 17 September 2001
"The Marchioness of Montferrat, with the aid of a chicken banquet and a few well-chosen words, restrains the extravagant passion of the King of France"
-- The Decameron, First Day, Fifth Story
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11:04:13 PM,Sunday 16 September 2001
Two weeks of Senior Lab in Swedish!
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05:26:32 PM,Saturday 15 September 2001
fssork...ya
mwow
meee
meeuh
nowah
NOOO!!
yrarahhh
brarya
mkmkmkmk
mkkkkkkkmkkkkkk
MMMKKKKKKMKKKKKK
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
kppluppllpppkk
uhahah
yu hu hu huhu
HU!!
KEE!!!
hehehe
hmph.
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12:28:46 AM,Saturday 15 September 2001