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In the name of Bowie and all his blessed creations, Happy Birthday Jimmy!! (have fun, don't puke, and watch out for Pablo, that lil' elf has a mean glint in his eye of late)
jeffron x X! Congraduations! (I never understood why those words were not more interchangable). It delights me that your graduating class didn't disappoint! Sometimes our imagings don't live up to reality! I really enjoyed the prom photo of Charles and Jeremy! It is choice! But then perhaps there are half a million similar prom pictures. I have to say, though, those guys did it right, it is a choice photo! I want to further search the other prom photos! It's a little like vicarious excitement for me, the quantagenerian of the group. I should have children experiencing this by now. Alas. What I did do though was something a little naughty myself. I'm not sure if anyone remembers me planting Flounder's rocket on his groin... Okay that was bad. Well this is no better. I don't know who was at this rocket launch, but I changed the dynamics a little. If you are not currently graduating from high school (Heh! I got that joke too!), please be an adult about viewing this photo. PreLaunchCrowd.jpg It's just in good clean fun, please! Glad the prom demons didn't mess with you X! You are a superstar! Keep on keeping on! Peace Yo! Awwa \A/
Aw i thought i'd stop in with a prom picture. http://chefbender.squirrelsoup.net/prom/charles_jeremy2.jpg this pretty much sums up winchester. there's more if you peek around the site under the folder prom. Needless to say it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. Usual high school mayhem ensued. Prom, then after party at some girl's mansion on a lake in New Hampshire. Some girl got alcohol poisoning. People did stripteases. Then on Monday, we launched a rocket in physics : http://chefbender.squirrelsoup.net/lastday/postlaunchcrowd.jpg then people went over each others houses and smoked pot. I never noticed how high school sounds so mundane, random, and useless when taken out of context.
x OMB Speck, hope the jaw, uh, sawing is OK (uck!) - I have a morbid fear of dentistry, which is no doubt due to the crack monkey I saw for a few fillings in high school. Have fun with the pain pills... Mytila, your account of the clone invasion was quite on target. Did you get them successfully returned to their genetic donors? I've got to run now, my own clone is pulling CDs off the shelf and saying "ba ba ba ba BOB" If I could invent a baby translator, I'd be a zillionaire. And who is this Bob she's throwing me over for??
coop Good luck with the dental incursion, Speck! Hasslehoffschnizle n de howze! God, I hope it's at least half as unflattering as "Ice Ice Baby!" Then maybe he'd go back to something he's good at... (uummmm, what's he good at again?) I sometimes hear a voice, or what I believe is the voive of the writer. I noticed as I was reading Jimmy's post asking the question, I sorta heard or imagined I heard Jimmy's voice (gleaned from some of his vocals on music pieces and voice chat at Yahoo). Sometimes I believe I hear a voice, like the character would have. For the most part though, I believe it is a generic voice, not unlike my own, but not necessarily my normal speaking voice. I have noticed that I have to kinda "not wait" for the voice, if I'm trying to skim or read something quickly. I believe the voice wants to control the meter and emoting. Sometimes I don't take time to let that develop. I had another thought along the lines of your language project, Jimmy. What if a language was developed omitting certain concepts, not allowing certain kinds of thinking to occur. The Hopi have no word for time. They had (perhaps some still have) a hard time being on time for certain meetings or functions when first dealing with European settlers. If you have no word for something, can you conceive of it, or is it at least less likely to be conceived of? On the other hand some Eskimo tribes have like hundreds of words to describe snow. Light snow, wet snow, hard-packed or refrozen snow, etc. Could a language be tailored to enhance certain concepts, or ways of thinking? Also, if the language was created in such a way to react psychologically with the users of that language, could you by mere application of certain words and, or phrases, mind-control those users? Kinda creepy thinking, I know. But I wonder if somehow this is what is meant by "The Word." Peace Yo! Awwa \A/
Aw Hmmm. Now we'll surely be able to tell the home schoolers apart from the public schoolers. Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm.
jimmy Are you ready for Hassle The Hoff?
chiefwagonburner Damn. It's Monday again. I didn't think it would whip around so quickly. I'm flying out to Texas on Wednesday for the Kerrville folk festival. I get to run around and meet Mytila's friends and see her laughing and smiling (one of my favorite things in the whole world). Too bad it's only eight days. I want to return to San Diego with my fingers raw from playing music and my voice hoarse from howling at the moon. And I can play guitar while holding a drink. I am master of the beer slide. Question for all of you: When you read, do you hear a voice in your head saying the words? If so, is it yours or the narrator's? Is it your voice, but in a kind of disembodied non commital way, such that it doesn't really matter who it belongs to? I bought some speed reading videotapes at a yard sale for 3 bucks. One of the things the manual tries to teach you out of is relying on the voice in your head. To be an effective speed reader, you must nix the voice. I'll be 30 very soon. But last night when I was buying wine with my brother and he payed, the cashier stopped the sale for a second and pointed at me. "What about him? Are you 21 sir?" "Haha, this wine is for my 30th birthday." Was nice. Now I understand how Speck feels when some random vagabond calls her jailbait. My problem? Well, it's all uphill from here. I tire out pretty easily. What I mean by that is that ever since seeing the light and coming out of a recent depression I seem to be getting younger. I'm rejuvenating. I write several songs a day again. And I forget them all. On purpose. Because I don't care. The wine we got came in nice bottles. Francis Coppola and something called Yellowtail. I'm not sure if any of it was good wine, but I love a nice graphic. I want to move to Portland. Anyone else wanna pack their bags?
jimmy 
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