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Blackbird singing in the dead of night..

Yes, they keep on going.. I wish I could buy a ranch.. with an old man,who had half a sense what was going on.. I'd keep him on the payroll..

All things must pass.. if I can add two words: this way Isn't it the same thing as "away"?

speak for yourself. I look younger every year.

I haven't found anybody who want to come to the first church of ham.. even if there is *real* meat on the end of the hook..

I listened to this conglomerate of music on the down side of a lsd trip once.. It has to be heading somewhere, or doesn't it? she's not a girl who misses much.. Martha, my dear.. Blackbird singing in the dead of night..

Desmond has a barrow in the market place, Molly is a singer in the band.. Well, if you want some fun, take...

but we still have some of the logic of language, embedded in our souls.. what gives with that..

No, I guess not. so, for a Vampire.. it's prepeptual early spring or something??

The only *interesting* thing my way involvement produced.. was.. two offspring, and three (and who knows how many more) grandchildren.. I'm trying to figure out how how to motivate one set of parents to recite to their offspring the periodic table of elements.. but really.. now is the time. This kid could end up remembering every element on the table, along with atomic weights and numbers.. Max, what's Tellurium?

If you don't know what a radiometer is.. we have a partial vacuum. Four vanes.. the black and white surfaces are transposed on the vanes.. the *real* explanation of what causes the gyration of the assembly is.. light hits the black side of the vanes. the few molecules of gas that are there get very excited, and rush toward the white side. In doing so, a small amount of thrust is applied to the black side of the vanes as they depart.. everything happens at the edges of the vanes. I wish the vpw memorial museum had something as interesting to offer..

The local Museum here. It doesn't look like one.. but it has a gift shop. About three (maybe it was four?) years ago, I bought a radiometer. Every once in a while, when exposed to enough radiant energy, it still does SOMETHING.. really cool though. It was enough for me to look up the explanation how it works.. radiation pressure on a white object does not explain it.. it's exactly the opposite..

Still selling over-priced trinkets, are they?

No comments? I thought it had a catchy rhyme to it..

For the more expensive gift, a replica of the Podium *he* stood behind, complete with presidents seal, bowl of half-broken pieces of mint, crystal glass with ice cubes, and half-consumed bottle of drambuie. Some assembly required.

They should consider installing a curio shop in the museum (ahem, auditorium..). There is a whole host of trinkets they could market, among which: small replicas of the idol (ahem, statue) of the vicster, complete with key-ring. For the medium-sized gift, snow-globes, encasing a prominent miniature antique gas pump.. The possibilities would be almost endless..

I dunno. Languages are logical in a general sense.. we all have a semblance of logic. One professor called it "Metalogic" or something like that.. it's built in, but fallible. It's tied directly to english (and other) languages.. Mathematical people, hah.. we are all mathematicians, but just don't know it..

He, the seer of seers, saw his shadow. I've always wondered.. why doesn't da way capitalize on this? they don't have Phil the groundhog. They have.. rosie the round hog. she could make a yearly appearance.. whisper some message in a form of bastardized squirrel-eezed/ wayspeak into the ear of an elected(?) vice president, of something..

Mean Mister Mustard sits.. too bad it's a partial quote. I should listen to this again..

I dunno. You tell me.. if they saw what was going on inside of me, they'd a labeled me possessed or something.. they are educated to be dumbasses..

The Night of Wally World.. Every last "associate" had horrible, gaping festering holes.. I thought maybe I'd trespassed on some sacred burial ground or something.. The only thing I could do was to chant. Weird.. something I ordinarily would not think of doing.. it ended up being some kind of hybrid between Ginsburg and something native american.. Is he still alive? Ginsburg that is? well.. anyway.. did I *minister* to them? I dunno. I tried..

I've been trying to teach my math 119 students the order out of chaos idea. You have to WRITE. What you know.. maybe make a sketch of the problem.. don't panic, trust your own brain.. write down what is asked for, what is given.. understanding the problem is about 99 percent of the process. I don't see how they can teach this to kids only with some program on a server somewhere.. but that is where current trends would indicate it is going. It is CHEAPER. cheaper???? In what terms..

there was another time.. post way of course. one night I was walking through Wally mart world.. Is this off topic? I will continue or desist if you wish..

Life is strange.. really weird. This week, I had my first flu shot. Horrors.. heh I figured it out.. when I was a youngster, I got into a massive amount of poison ivy. They must have given me over a hundred shots of cortisone, overall, to pull me through it. Maybe I'm exaggerating. But after so many shots, they had to catch me to give them to me. But with the flu shot this time.. I covered my nose, and there was no fear reaction. It was the smell of isopropyl alcohol that eventually triggered the fear reaction. well, there were benefits from fear I guess.. I would NEVER be a heroin addict..

that is the weird thing. there are two things that I consume in relative abundance. One is coffee.. the other is dry, red wine.. I've done (not so gruesome) experiments with myself. Check the sugar level, drink some red wine. Check it again in about an hour.. more red wine. Check it again.. then, check it again in the early hours of the morning.. and mid morning. Nothing.. nada. Actually.. the sugar levels seem to go more towards normal with consumption of red wine, more so than without.. as far a food.. Sometimes like a lot of people I have a real *need* to just plain eat, a lot. So I choose at those times to fill myself, not with bread, pizza.. etc.. but cucumbers, salad. Easy on the carrots..