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KHftCEA 2000-03.1 March
KHftCEA 2000-03.1 March

I developed a case of technolust for the new color Palm and the Kodak strap on camera (doesn't seem to work with the PalmV), but it passed. For $600 I could get a bulkier color palm and a flashless camera that falls right between the ones I have now. The combo would also be excessively geeky. If it worked with the PalmV I'd consider it though memory would be an issue
00-3-1
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"There are plenty of good reasons for fighting, but no good reasons ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almight Himself hates with you, too. Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side."
--Howard W. Campbell, Jr., Vonnegut's "Mother Night"
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What a guy! I mean, heís lost it all: his uniform, his plane. Whatís he got left? A razor. Not even a can of shaving cream. But you canít keep him down. There he sits, rubbing his face. At least he got a smooth shave! Heís looking on the bright side. Booyah naked jet pilot!
--subatomichumor.com on the Mach 3 razor ads
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"People say you can't compare apples and oranges. But why not? They are both hand-held, round, edible, fruity things that grow on trees."
--Anonymous
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"I won't have a problem with Mo and her quest for an ideal wedding dress- I'll just use truth and logic and she'll see the error of her insecurities. Right."
00-3-4
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"WOW I can hear my STOMACH making POOP!"
--Trollman on Upright Citizen's Brigade
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"It's the cracked ones who let all the light into the world."
--writer from my Tufts writing class
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Definition:
poem: Words huddled together for warmth.
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you can't you can never be sure
you die without knowing
whether anything you wrote was any good
if you have to be sure don't write
--W.S. Merwin, "Berryman"
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whirl mehitabel whirl
leap shadow leap
you gotta dance till the sun comes up
for you got no place to sleep
          archy
--Don Marquis
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Trinculo: They say there's but five upon this isle. We are three of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.
 --Shakespeare, "The Tempest" (from HS paper "The Style of the Isle")
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"There's a word for people who live close to nature - starving."
--Brother Guy Consolmagno, Vatican astronomer
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Had a bit of an existential crisis last night. (Why do these things usually happen in bed? Guess that's what I get for trying to go to sleep too early.) It framed itself in terms of "I might be dying and aware of it someday"- of course, I'm dying right now, but (relatively) slowly. The thought might have been brought on by Mo's observation that one of us might have to live through the other's death. Which bothers me, but doesn't grab me as much on the reptile brain level. Mostly it's the thought that interesting things will happen and I'll have lost my chance to see them. On the other hand, the planet and even the universe probably aren't immortal in any meaningful way either. Possibly dying on my own time means I'll avoid dying on somebody else's, some giant tragic disaster.
00-3-7
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Jesus, just got a rare mid-day jolt of the above. Thinking about Mo's eye-rolling about my pipedreams of retiring early... But I have ONE LIFE and I have to spend it WORKING?? I guess it's better than spending it starving or fighting, and in conditions that are easily in the top ten percent of humankind, historically.
00-3-7
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Someone suggested  Depek Chopra's book "7 steps to spiritual success" for the above
00-3-7
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This morning I resolved that I should be around 20 lbs lighter for my wedding.
00-3-7
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There's a bunch of talk about genetically modified food. (I just saw a cartoon, two witches in a supermarket looking at GM apples and asking "we're supposed to poison these things twice?") I think the concerns  are overblown. There is a danger in not having a diverse agriculture, in having a monoculture more vulnerable to catastrophic faults.
00-3-8
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A fire knows
But one sensation
And cannot dream
Of its own cessation

But ice knows
Many voices
Ones that sit stolid
And one that rejoices.
--Poem from College

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