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there is too much here, including old prejudice. It makes me cry.. sorry.. it scares the hell out of me.. too much. my ancestors died to try to straighten this crap out.. well.. it's music, isn't it..

Jesus.. she was born in 1942.. what gives with that.. scary.. almost old enough to be my mom.. well.. pretty young.

Naw. Will they let the Followers have (or hold) such a glorious mug.. nay.. sowy. It all has to be pre-owned, pre-used, pre.. what.. s*it. the ignoramuses have decreed it..

with the right kind of drugs, could'nt they just LOOK like the same cups?

Sowy. I had a few of the said cups a few years ago.. what about a little Mescaline. I personally would accept that kind of settlement here..

Dr. John is (hopefully still?) cool.. why can't you just be at the wrong time, at the right place?

by the opinion of the ex, I was supposed to be there. *they* need somebody like you.. sowy. I reveal too much here.. probably far more than you want to know.. oh well.. that was the individual who "stood in the gap" and kept my old way materials from being sold on EBay. sowy. In the big scheme of things, all of this makes really no difference..

one big purchase.. hmm. calling all offshoots.. calling all offshoots.. styrofoam is here, on the cheap (until the landfills finally close).. You know.. eventually, they will settle on one little ceramic mug.. some already have.. I started bringing my own drinking vessel to classes and such. Germs? had to have been at at least a level of 10 percent of Very Porous Styrofoam. It really is a rather nasty substance. OHHHH.. yes. The sowers actually sent me one of their fancy porcelain mugs.. it was broken into about 300 pieces.. I figured the ups guy picked up the package, and threw it to the ground at least a dozen times, from the fragmentation I observed..

Hey! Dear Friend, nice to see you here.. Hope all is well with you and yours..

I don't know about you.. despite the insanity of the organization. Every decade I have renewed myself, in one way or another.. In the eighties I became an electronics expert. the nineties I became a ham radio operator.. in the 2000's I became a mathematician.. now I'm supposed to become what.. a teacher, professor.. I still remember where all of those Styrofoam cups are buried.

Karma? They don't believe in all of that. What the heck.. maybe that would be a fitting fate.. flowers from my memorial, gracing the podium at da latest class of classes.. well, sorry. I can't exactly promise what has not been delivered, of sorts.. who knows.. maybe nobody will be half inclined to send me flowers or something.. not that I really care or such. Just wonder whose *memorial* they got the other flower displays from.. Yeh.. I can't sell them the flowers if I'm dead now, can I.. Let's just concentrate on the cups. Sowy. Maybe it does not look like it, but from my perspective, this has been the greatest month, year, decade, of my life..

Hey.. maybe this could be a profitable adventure. If they will go for the cups, how about flowers on the cheap? I could find some fabulous floral displays for real cheap..

Absolutely! With proper *gawdly* stewardship, they can be the gift that just keeps on giving..

$15.00 per a thousand. Think of the money you will save.. uniformity? Who needs uniformity.. when one can separate said cups into two or three tiers.. the standard white twelve-ounce cup for the new students.. the fancy twelve-ounce designer cup for crew, grads.. the super twenty ounce super designer type for visiting *dignitaries*, such as limb, region, cabinet members.. all complete with lipstick and bite marks. Squirrel chosen, acquired and approved. Besides, it's a real *bargain*. I'm pretty sure I know where I can dig a few up..

My first thought about the cups.. I saw better ones just lying in the dumpster.. if they needed better looking cups, the suggestion would be logical, though I never made it.. "hey fellas.. I know where there is some real treasure.."

I didn't want my kids to end up having to deal with it.. The only thing I have left are a few books by Bullinger. Well, I tried giving an individual all books, notes, syllabi to sell on ebay before I had computer hooked up to internet, but it ended up in the "repository" of an off-shoot. When I pass from this existence, they will probably give all this junk to my kids.. I should have done what you did, Twinky..

Yep.. hey, they got some mileage out of some cups. Some made it through one class, having been used something like.. twelve times. Then they were carefully cleaned(?) and stored for yet the next class.. Oh, I was one of the new students who met my first styrofoam cup with the distinction of bite marks and lipstick sometime around session three.. and the coffee(?).. first session, well, kinda ok. Then session two.. a "tad" bit weaker, and the hint of a taste of salt.. there is one non-denominational mini-church here, where the ushers lock the exit doors until the sermon is over..

I love these words. But for me, what is the catalyst.. very interesting thoughts. Sorry to cut them in pieces, so to speak.. but that is how they speak to me, in small parts, or small increments.. still very "cool"..

and, it was just what? FICTION. a hundred percent. any likeness to any person, living or dead, purely coincidental.. well.. so we were required to apply supposed logic to fiction..

Sometimes (like next monday) I Have to either be, or pretend to be, the Squirrel, wearing the fish hat.. what would you do, hmm?

We really need both of them.. to really communicate.. poetic, propositional.. I try to use a little more of the poetic language with math 119 students.. yeah.. "but what can (or will) I ever USE this for.." why can't you just enjoy the beauty of it.. A lot of times.. all I can say is.. I HOPE you will use this, in the next class.. or in an appropriate profession, like chemistry, physics..

sorry for the partial quotes. But those are what are speaking to me at the moment.. Poetic knowledge taking precedence over propositional knowledge.. some mathematicians call it geometric knowledge.. I think both have their place. They had to coexist at least at one point in time..

Some of the FINEST campfires and night owls, were immediately outside of my residence, a few years ago. the landlord allowed us to construct a nice fire pit in front, we were several miles outside of town..

sometimes I think we have to step up to that plate, so to speak.. to be or to become the author.. am I on to something.. or is it more of the same nonsense.. sometimes, all there is is a moment of clarity. Because of one of mine, I will NEVER shop at Wally Mart, ever ever again.. I can't mandate any of my supposed godly (or ungodly) ethics on any other living being, except for myself..

There are days.. I'm amazed I end up waking up on the top side of the dirt. well, amazed, no. maybe that does not exactly communicate what I'm thinking..