Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
I am compelled to post twolinks to Mr. Badwrench.
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03:21:50 AM,Thursday 15 November 2001
"That Medicine provides a philosophical education, and a better and truer one than any philosopher provides, is a delightful discovery. It seems to me strange that this is not more generally realized." -- Oliver Sacks
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02:08:43 AM,Wednesday 14 November 2001
I was going to dinner, and I knew no one would be there to talk to, as it was late, so I needed something to read, but not a big bulky thing. So I took my pocket dictionary. During the meal, I learned
that Warren Harding's middle name was Gamaliel,
that there are 20 grains to a scruple, and 3 scruples to a dram,
that a soldier in the Army or Air Force must talk to no one except in the line of duty, but a sailor in the Navy must hold conversation with no one except in proper discharge of his duties,
that a 247 pould Tarpon was caught in Panuco River, Mexico in 1938,
that "jodhpurs", "kohlrabi", and "avoirdupois" are often mispronounced,
that Fomalhaut is not as bright as Achernar,
how to address a Bishop,
the population of Woonsocket, R.I.,
what to do in case of Air Raid,
that most counterfeit coins feel greasy,
that a cup of Rhubarb contains 383 calories, while four ounces of raw clams contain 92,
not to use boric acid in case of severe burns,
and how to spell zucchetto.
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12:37:26 AM,Tuesday 13 November 2001
My underwear says "Hanes Select". Now what the hell is that supposed to mean? Underwear connoisseurs strolling through the warehouse inspecting the weave of this one, inhaling the bouquet of that one, draping the choicest of the crop delicately over a forearm...
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09:58:20 PM,Monday 12 November 2001
Xenophon's Symposium is frikkin' hilarious! It rules! Go read it! Wheeee!
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05:17:24 PM,Monday 12 November 2001
For tutorials, which is the best method?
1. Everyone prepares and are called to present by whim of the tutor.
2. Everyone prepares and they're selcted to present randomly (e.g. deck of death).
3. One person is chosen by the tutor in advance to prepare and present the next day.
4. The tutor calls for volunteers to prepare and present the next day.
5. Everyone prepares, but the tutor calls for volunteers to present.
My lab class does #3, and I think it's my favorite. My math class does #4, and it's kind of nerve-wracking. French and Music do #1, but they're easy, so it's not as inhumane.
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04:55:43 PM,Monday 12 November 2001
When I was little, my favorite name was Rose. Can't think of why; not too fond of the flower, as flowers go, but I liked the word as a name. I wished, for a while, that my name had been Rose. I just realized that if it had been, it would have made me Quinquin.
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04:51:07 PM,Monday 12 November 2001
From an iMac at the Dam. How come they put the divets in their proper place again? (dat is, th' f and the j, rather than the d and the k). It's blue and freezes easily. I cleaned my wallet and didn't drink any hot chocolate. So... there it is. (that's a quote, of course, and you all know where it's from. I really do want to make a page of all quotes. follow the herd, yeah. But I gotta wait 'till I got more than five minutes at a computer first.)
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11:04:02 PM,Friday 9 November 2001
I want a cornettino!
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01:58:46 AM,Friday 9 November 2001
The most disoriented I can remember being. Wasn't drugs, wasn't fever. Galen tried to start a swim team at SJCA. They went every weekday at 6:00 am. Once I went with them. It's impossible to describe, but I wish I could. Actually, I wish I could make a movie out of it. The cold water didn't wake me up; it just made me shiver and turn blue. I would fall asleep in the middle of a stroke and start sinking, and then I would open my eyes and everything would be bright bright blue and glinting. Everything was cold and lurching and changing shape and color, just like they do in cheap nightmare scenes in movies, when they smear the lens. I was breathing hard, because I was floundering, but I couldn't seem to stop breathing slowly, because I was still sleeping. They're always making metaphors with 'sinking under the ocean of dreams' and rot like that, but they don't know what it's like. Terrifying is what it's like. You know how you're in class, and you stayed up all night, and so you're nodding and trying desperately to look alert and poised, but with your eyes closed, like you're contemplating something wise and solemn, promising yourself you'll force your eyes open every two and a half minutes so the tutor will know you're not asleep, and turning your chair so that the other students leaning over the table will block the tutor's view of you? And you slide in and out, and you start dreaming about huge long tubes reaching up to the stars, and letting starlite ooze over into them, and you can't tell whether it's real or bent? Well, it was like that, only wet, cold, and full of scary echoes.
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01:44:15 AM,Friday 9 November 2001
"Computer wizards at the Motion Picture Assn. of America have determined that the Warner Bros. picture, set to bow Nov. 16 Stateside and in the U.K., is not to be found zipping around the Internet. Downloads purporting to be the movie contain only porn"
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05:46:09 PM,Thursday 8 November 2001
That's one sexy sagbutt.
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05:20:14 PM,Thursday 8 November 2001
I got two free tickets!!! (Tchaikovsky be damned) (`8
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06:56:44 PM,Tuesday 6 November 2001
But, Mum, I want to look Etonian!
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06:46:54 PM,Tuesday 6 November 2001
and I'm still having dying scorpion dreams, but they're not about Jezebel. A few nights ago I dreamed that I was hooked up to the internet with a small portable computer that ran off of Rapelje's guts. His legs were bit-transmitters. Last night I dreamed I had to pet-sit some guy's scorpions. They were about twice as big as Jezebel, and one was bright red with orange stripes, and one was blue-green with light green stripes. And one was supposed to live in a cage but kept escaping, and one didn't even have a cage, but kept wandering around. And I had to watch some sort of mammal, too, like a gerbil... I put the gerbil and the cage-scorpion in the same cage together and was very upset to learn, half an hour later, that they were trying to kill each other instead of playing nice. The other scorpion just skulked underfoot and was occasionally nice, and occasionally bloodthirsty. I picked them up in my hands to try and rearrange them, and they never stung me, but when the guy came back (he was a tall, stout, pale man), and went out onto his apartment's terrace garden, his two scorpions ran out and stung him. Then they stung each other and died. Glah!
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12:22:24 PM,Tuesday 6 November 2001
last night, while I was trying to fall asleep, my mind started playing a weird game of word association with itself.
Jesus -- Coward
Football -- Paris
Sturgeon -- Booster
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12:18:19 PM,Tuesday 6 November 2001
No time to pitch woo, now.
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12:07:22 PM,Tuesday 6 November 2001
It disappoints me that "Harry Potter isn't a verb in Cockney Rhyming Slang.
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09:00:36 PM,Monday 5 November 2001
Oy, vas I toisty.
Oi! Where's the f-----g bar, John?!
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02:55:40 PM,Monday 5 November 2001
Aaaaah! Why do I like Jake the Rake so much? The last comic I liked so much was Alison Bechdel's, in Freddy's Feed and Read, when I was 14. And you know what happened next. I'm worried. No link so as not to offend tender sensibilities, and I can't imagine that you'd like it as much as I do... I mean, it's drawn on a computer, it's full of limey vaudeville jokes and lewdness, and it's about... well. But I think I'm beyond influencing at this point. I think.
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02:49:46 AM,Sunday 4 November 2001
