Post #217,114
8/2/05 5:40:29 PM
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A <small>p\ufffdan</small> for Our marlowe
As Educator, however un-witting-ly.
No longer need we imagine what it is 'like' -??- to be possessed-of jelloware like My Gramma's or ~~ each's litany of other horrible examples of self-made men, after whom a large crowd Broke That Mold for a time,
until someone glued another together from the shards, a recurrence which is yet another Education.
Having Up-close + anonymous-Impersonal such a Sterling obj\ufffdt d'Artlessness in the personal vitriol of early-Disappointment -- is so much More than MasterCard could ever put on credit, overdrawn.
Homogenized contumely, where is Thy sting? - ask some.
Rush-mouth affliction, where is Thy persuasion? - ask others.
But Gratitude! I aver -
should quite o'er crow the mean spirit of that practised toxicological spew, and our Understanding extirpate / pluck-out! the last remnants of hilariousness at the juvenile-sameness of the mouth-noises of today's anointed-Pipsqueaks. IMhO.
We must bring charity to the walking psychic-wounded or else allow-inside that festerin n'smoulderin as eats right-through the gizzard, a turnin sperm into spume.
Verily I say unto no one in particular -
A Resident-example in the Hand beats (all imaginations of others' self-pollution) in the Bush!
So let us not Beat-around (the) Bush --
{..unless, of course: near-enough to offer That Bush, a Large Pretzel with extra molasses?}
Vaya con Diogenes, y'all
We're still Looking for an Honest Man\ufffd, but W.T.F.
That won't get the Stuff sold, now will it?
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Post #217,159
8/3/05 4:18:45 AM
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Could someone translate?
I'm the kind of mathematically-polarised programmer who only sticks with narrative and chains of reasoning. I simply can't get my head around this. There must be a message in there somewhere but I have no idea what this text is describing. Bloody artists!
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,162
8/3/05 5:45:19 AM
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You're kidding, right? I hope so, for your sake.
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,163
8/3/05 5:46:05 AM
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I am not kidding - it's unintelligible. Please enlighten me
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,165
8/3/05 6:03:35 AM
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I can't.
I started to give as close to a binary, sound-bite summary of the point Ashton so eloquently made above, but I cannot do that to even that little slice of word art.
If, as you say, his prose is "unintelligible" to you, I might suggest that, with no offense intended, you pick up a classic or two - not a pdf or anything online, but actual printed, bound books and spend a weekend outside at the park, near a lake or some other quiet place of beauty and read them. It will lead to an appreciation, even perhaps a love, of flowery speech. HTH. ;0)
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,167
8/3/05 6:37:19 AM
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If I think style is more important than content, hit me...
till I snap out of it. I hope you don't think I want some newspeak style language. I want Truth. To me, Truth is a form of Beauty. I do not recognise Ashton's messages as rich or flowery language, like Shakespeare. Rather, it is disjointed, avant garde art only understood by virtuosos.
So, give me that summary. You're doing a service to Beauty.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,179
8/3/05 9:09:58 AM
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Here's a summary I think you'll really like.
11001001 11010101 10100111 10000101 11111101 11110101 10000001 11000111.
That better?
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,374
8/4/05 1:42:25 AM
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Tosh
Sometimes it's flowery prose, and sometimes (as in this instance) it's blithering nonsense.
Peter
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Post #217,500
8/4/05 2:58:14 PM
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What do you know?
You don't even speak our language properly. Want to explain this?
[link|http://www.slanguage.com/british.html|http://www.slanguage.com/british.html]
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,534
8/4/05 4:09:06 PM
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It's bollocks.
"Gormless wuss", for fuck's sake.
No-one says that, except the dimwitted American who wrote that web page.
Peter
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Post #217,544
8/4/05 4:53:16 PM
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Hmmm more -
Incomprehensible gobbledygook than within the phrasings of, say,
just one random fav Selection on *your* 2-kbytes-free i-Pod?
Methinks selective diss-onance lies within the ego-conditioned-ear of the beholder.
(And I'll parry any thrusts of that dull epee, re WDYHASM? too, if'n ya wants that selection) -
O Scepter-sheltered sniggerer; I gots more dirt on Genus execrabilis Yankus than the entire bats + web-encrusted ceiling of Dirty Dick's in Westminster ;-)
(Betcha never saw That!)
Lay On, Mac not-so-Duff.
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Post #217,553
8/4/05 5:22:51 PM
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Still, it's a "john" not a "lu".
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,633
8/5/05 6:31:17 AM
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No, it's a Loo not a Lu. Definitely not a John! :)
Two out of three people wonder where the other one is.
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Post #217,640
8/5/05 7:38:35 AM
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Is that Lucy Liu? Mmmmm ... Lucy Liu ...
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Post #217,641
8/5/05 7:38:57 AM
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Is that Lucy Liu? Mmmmm ... Lucy Liu ...
I'm sorry, what were we talking about?
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Post #217,642
8/5/05 7:43:23 AM
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That was odd
Went in to edit and add the comment, it posted as a new post. Will try to reproduce in Test later today.
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Post #217,645
8/5/05 8:19:46 AM
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what you never had sideways pie?
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Post #217,754
8/5/05 3:05:42 PM
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My mistake. The proper word is "washroom" ;0)
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,823
8/5/05 10:45:50 PM
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WC works.
Alex
The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,843
8/6/05 11:31:13 AM
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Biffy.
Brick Shithouse. Outhouse.
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Post #217,191
8/3/05 10:12:16 AM
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Dont feel bad
My brain also thinks in literal and linear terms. As an undergrad, I was in an acclerated math and science program and they made us take a few courses in literature to round us out. As I recall, the classes were called "Third Cultural Rhetoric". I dont even know what that means. I hated them. We had to read great works of literature (which I appreciated and enjoyed) and interpret the metaphores and meta-messages (which I hated and couldnt do). I couldnt get beneath the surface of these great works - which sometimes happens when I read Ashton's posts. When I have the time and energy to decipher them I appreciate the depth and cleverness of Ash. When I dont, I say "Oh bother" and move along.
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Post #217,200
8/3/05 10:58:39 AM
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Thanks
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,251
8/3/05 1:30:04 PM
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Same here
There are times when I have enough time to grab the giant dictionary, or search the online one and decipher what Ashton has written. And those times I am truly rewarded, so I have to agree there.
There are other times when I'm so busy, that I don't have the time right then. So I either make a mental note to return to it later when I do, or I decide it's obviously not that serious for me to decipher. But I do appreciate Ashton's style, especially when I have time to truly understand it.
Last night I didn't have time to decipher the above said post. Maybe later today, but right now I'm taking a brief break from something important to post a few things.
So don't feel bad if you don't get Ashton-Speak, it is after all, an art. :)
Brenda
"Excel is to math what a Microwave Oven is to cooking!"
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Post #217,264
8/3/05 2:38:30 PM
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Re: I am not kidding - it's unintelligible. Please enlighte
It's a dis
He says that having Marlowe around is
very educational because his actions
demonstrate the poorly thought out
nature of his (Marlowe's) politics and
that his posturing (posing) serves as a
further reminder of how much he (Ashton)
despises Marlowe's point of view and his (Marlowe's)
method of putting it forth
(more or less)
A
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Post #217,300
8/3/05 5:09:49 PM
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Thank you
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,166
8/3/05 6:22:35 AM
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No nondenumerable infinities or other sets here
{Sheesh} you guys zone out on obscure 3-state logic and transcendental numbers for missing-numbers of hours, invent new articles n'adjectives daily - but can't even waltz to a different drummer? (Why I'd deduce from that comment that you just might imagine homo-saps to be linear-thinking - even Logical.) As if math had anything to do with bipeds! (except maybe re Econ incantations, ever in the cynical service of class and crass political aims).
If'n you didn't happen to pay attention to the subject's earlier history across a few years, and various dances begun way earlier - then the clues won't happen. And if you don't care about the details, there's no point, either.
Ex: 'My Gramma' was a Rt-wing wacko before this one was born - I recognized the phraseology from early-on. So if you skipped a lot of related posts in politics, never mind. Everything is an experiment, especially the daily metaphors we 'live' by, or imagine we do.
HTH, but if not -
Analyze [link|http://www.weebl.jolt.co.uk/art.htm#| Pie], then. :-\ufffd
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Post #217,170
8/3/05 7:01:05 AM
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Gimme a break, will ya?
Some of us directed our education around our talents, which, in my case, wasn't art. I can't waltz to your drum, as you put it, as I've read far less literature. Pursuit of art is well and good but you may have to consider the target audience, m'kay?
And of course I pay attention to the subject's history and 'dances'. What do you think half my 'Run! Get out...' rants are about?
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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Post #217,173
8/3/05 7:07:13 AM
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Hey! Art and engineering aren't mutually exclusive...
Besides, interpreting Ash's posts is half the fun sometimes!
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] Imric's Tips for Living
- Paranoia Is a Survival Trait
- Pessimists are never disappointed - but sometimes, if they are very lucky, they can be pleasantly surprised...
- Even though everyone is out to get you, it doesn't matter unless you let them win.
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Nothing is as simple as it seems in the beginning,
As hopeless as it seems in the middle,
Or as finished as it seems in the end.
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Post #217,175
8/3/05 7:41:46 AM
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Naah, that gets old after a while. Matt is right.
It actually, really, truly wouldn't hurt if Ash could learn to fucking write so ordinary people can understand what the fuck he's trying to say.
The alternative, I'm afraid, would be that he'll have to accept that an ever-growing number of his audience will suspect that he's not so much *genuinely* brilliant as, rather, an Emperor clad in "exquisite verbi-plumage that can only be understood by the select few"... IOW, a driveler of near-Boxleian proportions.
Personally, the more tired I get of having to wade through the convolutions, the more rapidly I'm moving in that direction. I'm at least about half-way there.
For which Ash has nobody to blame but himself.
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(I live in Finland, and my e-mail in-box is at the Saunalahti company.)
Your lies are of Microsoftian Scale and boring to boot. Your 'depression' may be the closest you ever come to recognizing truth: you have no 'inferiority complex', you are inferior - and something inside you recognizes this. - [link|http://z.iwethey.org/forums/render/content/show?contentid=71575|Ashton Brown]
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Post #217,183
8/3/05 9:42:38 AM
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Et tu, Christian?
Ashton should definitely *not* change his style of writing in order to make the bit wise thinking more likely to comprehend. We're all (mostly) bit twidlers of one stripe or another here and it is because we are that his posts are most needed here. For, in our everyday endeavors to read the most recent how-to, kb article, tech rag or similar journal [SIC] many of us will only come upon a well written paragraph by viewing Ashton's posts.
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,377
8/4/05 1:47:35 AM
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Werd
When all you are to me is a box (sorry, Box) with text in it, clarity is everything.
Ashton is so painfully clever that most of the time, his posts are just so much verbal compost.
If you can't tell whether it's genius or fuckwittery, that's a problem.
He can write however he likes, of course; the corollary to that is that people can choose to disregard what he says.
Peter
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Post #217,506
8/4/05 3:10:38 PM
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Oooh. another IBB
Intercostal Brevity Boycott.
(or is that just a p\ufffdan to Captain Clarity?)
Efficiency-container-box runneth over:
Deviant; uncompressed. Check
Un-obvious *surds. Check
(* Un-yay: word needs a look-up table event.)
Un-abbreviated; Error. Check.
Meet Standards/Not. Check. (or, maybe just M/Soft)
Simple-declaratory/Not. Check.
Must. practice. write. .tgz .zip.
Must Remember admonitions of local
Principal of Peter Principle
(Gratuitous italics. Check.)
CarnegieHall/Get-to/How ?
Practice \ufffd 3
Nope, box too big.
To Fleet Headquarters:
Saw sub.
Sank same.
Sub #N 666, Pacific Theatre
Nope, verbose.
...
...
To Headquarters:
Won! They lost.
Sub #N-666
(Better; still un-woo)
HQ:Still here/SubN666
It./Got
Oh, wait:
It./Stuff ie
H.ave
A.
N.ice
D.ay
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Post #217,513
8/4/05 3:18:44 PM
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Ha! :-)
Your sub story reminds me of the (supposedly) shortest Broadway review in the NY Times. For the play "Bang!". The review? Ouch! Cheers, Scott. (IIRC. It's listed in the GBoWR.)
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Post #217,527
8/4/05 3:45:22 PM
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{guf
(gotta keep it short, 'midst the Syll\ufffdble Patrol)
-faw}
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Post #217,530
8/4/05 3:47:14 PM
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ICLRPD (new thread)
Created as new thread #217529 titled [link|/forums/render/content/show?contentid=217529|ICLRPD]
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Post #217,248
8/3/05 1:13:25 PM
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In the words of Sophocles (497-406 BCE):
Whoever neglects the arts when he is young has lost the past and is dead to the future. Yes, you might call Sophocles an artist. :) Alex
The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,285
8/3/05 3:46:33 PM
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Splendid.
bcnu,
Mikem
It would seem, therefore, that the three human impulses embodied in religion are fear, conceit, and hatred. The purpose of religion, one might say, is to give an air of respectibility to these passions. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,188
8/3/05 10:00:24 AM
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Geez, yeah, and this so-called "jazz" stuff...
From salon.com today, Garrison Keillor: When I was in college, the smart people were going into engineering, which had solid long-term prospects, and only we dweezils majored in English, and look what happened: Engineers are being laid off, America is losing its capacity to manufacture things (my phone was made in China, of course), but every day we turn out trillions of words about ourselves, bloggers blogging, floods of memoir, day-dreaming, carpet-chewing, and when eventually the Chinese repo men come to collect on our debt, they will find a nation of highly articulate self-aware people who can't change an oil filter but maintain wonderful Web sites. A nation of English majors. For the record, I stand with the Sage of Kenwood on this one (but you knew that already), and actually find this pronouncement considerably less delphic—nay, downright limpid—compared to his most ecstatic riffs. Anyway, parsing Ashton's utterances is (pace CRC) half the fun. cordially, Die Welt ist alles, was der Fall ist.
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Post #217,240
8/3/05 12:51:50 PM
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translation
Marlowe's posts are welcome as they parrot the noodlings of Ashton's deceased gramma who like a stopped clock was right twice a day.
So we have our very own rightwing dickwad who nicely meets the hard left coming around the other way.
in udder words
a pet neocon (with emphasise on the con) of our very own, sniff
hope that helps,
thanx,
bill
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Post #217,245
8/3/05 1:07:25 PM
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He is the brittle stone on which we can sharpen our knives.
Alex
The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt. -- Bertrand Russell
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Post #217,252
8/3/05 1:32:41 PM
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Why thank you, Box!
Now I can read it again and understand it without a dictionary. :)
Brenda
"Excel is to math what a Microwave Oven is to cooking!"
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Post #217,257
8/3/05 2:11:27 PM
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{Sheesh} Box! [Not Safe For Work]
Bloody. Reductionist. Spoiler!
Givin the lazy bastridges the Studs Terkel version without they'z havin to lift a single palsied finger offa any One o'them 3 mice, hardwired into all that remains.. of atrophied frontal lobes?
WTF. Is. *this* !?
Worldnetdaily mollycoddlin of the terminally literal?
Wun and Wun and one is three - for the new .zipped post-digital mind?
Huh uhhuhhu huh?
(Next you'll be a spillin the beans on the Gita..
jes an unfinished pilot for the Mahabharata Soap Series;
The feud between the Kauravas and Panavas done by the Beverly Hillbillies,
with Ashton Kutcher-something standin in for Arjuna
And Cary Grant playin Krishna?)
Methinks mebbe the adrenaline plug-in for Zope, during this overhaul - got refilled with Diet Dew-Dew, (after passin-through the horse at least twice).
Anyway - as with them two shrinks passin in the street, noddin en passant -
Yer fine; how am I? ;-)
<snork>
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Post #217,304
8/3/05 5:26:34 PM
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heh, byte boy couldnt parse prose gave him carni instead
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Post #217,307
8/3/05 5:45:30 PM
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Thank you...
for charity to the terminally literal. Pray that I never lose my adherence to logic and fall into the well of some fanatical, religious memeplex.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
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