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As much as I don't like booing, I don't think a rule or a law against it should be put in place. That's silly. If we're going to legislate politeness, I'd much sooner see a law against bad table manners, like talking with your mouth full in public. I once saw a man floss his teeth at the table in a restaurant. Let's get our priorities straight.

Congrats, Rick! and thanks, RG. I still have the cravings, but I'm hanging in there!

I'm feeling like such a goody two-shoes after reading this thread. I'll admit to occasionally having booed refs/umps at pro games when they've made a glaringly bad call, but it really irks me when people boo their own home team. Do they think that's going to encourage the players to do better? I was taught as a child, both in school and by my parents, that booing is bad form, poor sportsmanship, and just plain rude. I still cringe when I hear it because it was so drilled into me as wrong. I once took my little nephew, about 7 or 8 years old, to see his big brother (about 11 or 12) play in a little league game. There was this loud-mouthed mother sitting next to us, booing the ref, booing the other team---boo boo boo. She was an embarrassment. I said to my nephew, loud enough that the woman could hear me, "It's really not very classy to boo, honey." I'm sure she thought I was a big loser. Now all of you pro-booers know I am, too. Hahahahahaahahahaha!

WD, I sent the article you posted to my friends, and one of them sent it on to a family member. Here's her response: "I will thank you every day for the rest of my life for sending me that alert about the raisins... Mxxxxx has not had one day of his drooling since we stopped giving him raisins!! I feel like the worst parent in the world - to think that we were poisoning our dogs out of ignorance it's inexcusable! Thank you!!!!!" So thanks again--from me, my dogs, and my friends and their dogs!!

I'm so glad I could help eveyrone else have an unproductive Saturday. I'm shocked DMiller hasn't commented on this thread, especially with all the fiddlin' going on at that site!

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You're welcome. I think it's fascinating stuff. MStar, I hear ya. I was innocently cleaning out my e-mail box, which led to an e-genealogy newsletter I get, which led to a blog, which led to that site. No wonder I never finish half of what I want to get done on weekends!

I know there are several musicians and lots of music lovers hanging out here. I've stumbled across a Web site that some of you might enjoy, if you're into old recordings. The University of California at Santa Barbara has a collection of early 20th-century cylinder recordings that it has put on the Web to download for free or listen to online. You can seaarch the collection or browse the entire list, which is broken down in several different ways (instrument, topic, type of music, etc.) DMiller, there's a section with 18 fiddle tunes from 1908-13. There are also sermons and other nonmusic recordings. From the site: Check it out HERE I can't get the link to work, so in case no one else can either, I'll do it the old-fashioned way: http://cylinders.library.ucsb.edu/index.php

Marry me. (j/k Mrs. ex70's Houston!!!)

You're welcome, David. I wish I could find the site I once saw that had lots of his stuff displayed. I'll try searching again tomorrow. He had some paintings that darn near took my breath away.

Heh heh, it's funny to me as I look back now, too. I just know I sure as heck didn't want to spend a chunk of my ROA time in a hospital emergency room. I wasn't lying...exactly. They didn't ask what kind, and I didn't tell them. (And before anyone says it, if they'd asked me if his PhD was legit, I wouldn't have had a clue anyway.)

If you like Beever, you'll probably like Kurt Wenner, too. Someone showed me his stuff about 5 years ago, and it knocked my socks off. I think Wenner is more detailed and refined than Beever, but they're both clever! Wenner reminds me of a cross between Dali and Escher. Here's a link to one of his "street paintings," as he calls them. I looked around for a good site with lots of his stuff, but couldn't find one. His own Web site doesn't show much. http://www.linesandcolors.com/2006/02/13/kurt-wenner/

Waysider, I sure was. Were you there, too? I was such a newbie, I didn't know everyone yet. I hadn't taken PFAL and had only been going to fellowship for a couple months. (I took that big film class at that place on Linda St. in Rocky River that started right after the Rock.) I was the one who totaled my little blue VW bug by rear-ending Dan D***o's big muscle car on the way from the campground to the ROA. I got a ride to the front gate in a state trooper's cruiser because I told the troopers there would be a "doctor" there so they didn't have to take me to the hospital.

Welcome, Tannis. I hope your health is improving day by day. After all you've been through, please take good care of yourself.

Danny, it isn't nice to gloat, you know. :P Oh well. I suppose you all deserve some nice weather after that not-so-nice weather you had a while back. I won't begrudge you. Much.

Mark, thanks for sharing about why you're a Roman Catholic and how you feel about the hierarchy. I think I have a better understanding of you for that. I don't agree with all your logic, but then I don't have to, and I don't feel I need to convince you of anything. I also have no desire to get into a doctrinal debate. I generally avoid that "place down there" like the plague. :blink:

And just so I'm perfectly clear, I have nothing whatsoever against individual Roman Catholics and respect their right to worship as they choose. Just like I have nothing against individuals who still feel twi is the place for them. It's the heirarchy I disdain, in both organizations, not the individual members.

Mark, I honestly can't imagine anyone being so concerned about this that they'd feel the need to put it in writing. I am probably (on some old, musty piece of paper somewhere) still considered a member of the United Church of Christ. I left because (at that time...dunno about now) the sermons were boring, it seemed to be just a social thing, and I wasn't learning much or enjoying my time there. I rarely even think about having been a member of that church; in fact, I hadn't thought about it until you started this thread. I don't feel psychologically troubled by not making my departure "official" or formal.

My first ROA was '72, and I was struck by how people helped each other and shared food and music and dry socks (no, not you, Socksness), sleeping space, a kind word.... Whatever was needed, it was taken care of. There were no suits. If there was bless patrol, I wasn't aware of it. The food (prepared by the lovely blue-haired ladies at the Shelby Co. [sidney] Fairgrounds) wasn't great, but back then, we brought and cooked our own in Tent City, so we weren't dependent on their food. After the ROA moved back to HQ, the food was great. Loved the WOW burgers and the granola and the fresh fruit. In early years, the teachings were hot and inspiring, and much shorter and less academic than in later years. Nothing was mandatory, for God's sake. I loved the music, the dances, and just sitting around talking and laughing. I never minded working during the ROA after I went into the Corps. The grubbier the work, the better. One of the most fun days I ever had (in terms of ROA work assignments) was doing ROA clean-up in tent city one year with a bunch of other women. We pretended that the flatbed trailer we were using to pick up junk was a parade float. We were filthy, sweaty, and laughing all the way. Sweet camaraderie. My last ROA was 1988. I knew it would be my last and mainly went to say goodbye to old friends and, in my own mind, make my break. Suits abounded. Rules did too. To me, seeing where the ROA started out and where it ended up, I think it served as sort of a metaphor for twi in general.

Thanks, CC & Paw. CC, I did read the documents, and I knew yoiu were the one who started this discussion. Paw, you make a good point, that people who weren't aware of the pp junk have had an opportunity to learn about it here. That is worthwhile, for sure.

Oakspear said: I agree. Here's how I see it: Some people were po'd at MG and KAG (it sounds to an outsider like they were justified in their anger), and they used GreaseSpot Cafe as a handy place to stage a coup. They effectively got rid of MG and KAG, but CES lives on, complete with its personal prophecy doctrine and (according to eyewitness accounts) its continued promotion of crap like Momentus. So IMO, nothing has been exposed. One regime has been toppled and another has gained supremacy. Woo woo. It was nice of Paw, I suppose, to let the coup's leaders make GS a bully pulpit for their cause. I just wonder what was accomplished, other than someone getting his job back and someone else getting the boot. Happens in corporate America daily, without our help.

I'm sorry about your sled race, David. If there were a way to instantly transport what's in my yard, driveway, and street to you, they'd be mushin' in no time!

WG, the only tale I have is that I'm already tired of this snow! Heh heh. I'm trapped. The city plows dumped a 6-ft. deep (front to back), 3-ft. high pile of their "scrapings" at the end of my driveway. There's no way I can shovel that much heavy, icy stuff. It's not worth a heart attack! My son's car is broken down and in the garage awaiting repairs, and he has no way to get over here to dig me out. I'm on two waiting lists for snow removal companies....maybe one of them can make it tomorrow. At first I thought that the snow behind my car was just a drift, so when the little boy across the street came asking if he could shovel my walk, I thought, "Great! He can dig out a path for my car!" But when I went out to show him where to dig and got a closer look, I realized it wasn't just a drift. Thank God for that little boy, though. The drifted snow is thigh-deep all around my house, and it's not the light, fluffy stuff, so it's extremely hard to walk through, at least with my short legs! I had him dig a path from my back door to the side street, which my garage faces, so when I finally get my car dug out, I'll be able to walk in the street to get to it. And he made a path down the front sidewalk for the poor mail man. I'm thankful I'm the child of Great Depression survivors, because I usually have enough staples around the house, and the only prescription I must have, I just got refilled. So other than being out of milk and patience, I'll survive.