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i'm not prejudiced against smokers, i don't like it when *anybody* hacks up brown phlegm and spits it on the sidewalk in front of me.

The only two times I've succumbed to altitude sickness were on the approach to Mt Whitney. Both times, around 11000' I got headaches and lost my dinner. I am absolutely *convinced*, for me, it's a matter of hydration. Otherwise, I've never had problems even dashing up to 14000'.

Dude, do what they do at Nasa Place http://photojournal.jpl.nasa.gov/jpegMod/PIA04999_modest.jpg

damn. wish i could go. this is the last weekend before the wife's classes start again. going camping with the frau instead. oh well...that's still good. :-) after that...woo hoo!

instant cheesecake in a box. someone in new zealand had one and all they did was set it out in the snow in the shade behind the hut and it set up fine. probably something you wouldn't eat at sea level but very tasty after being out for 12 hours.

all of Invader Zim. :-) i'm in the same boat with Muffy.

interesting permutations for sleeping arrangements....

Three words: "ARE YOU SAFE?" Save it for the crux.

Oops. the $101 number is right. My recollection is a year old.

I think it's $86

I used a normal one for a long time and just got the metolius one this year. one word: schweet.

1) Just be aware that, at least in CA, the fake doll in the passengers seat just pisses off the highway patrol even more when they catch you. you will get NO leniency. 2) you can't complain about road rage if you're doing one of the very things that causes it in others. ;-)

Any follow through on this? I'd be interested in investigating. Has VW made any moves on this?

Has anyone followed through on this? I'd be interested in investigating the opportunity.

Marriage : Gregory Corso Should I get married? Should I be Good? Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood? Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries and she going just so far and I understanding why not getting angry saying You must feel! It's beautiful to feel! Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky-- When she introduces me to her parents back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie, should I sit knees together on their 3rd degree sofa and not ask Where's the bathroom? How else to feel other than I am, often thinking Flash Gordon soap-- O how terrible it must be for a young man seated before a family and the family thinking We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Lou! After tea and homemade cookies they ask What do you do for a living? Should I tell them? Would they like me then? Say All right get married, we're losing a daughter but we're gaining a son-- And should I then ask Where's the bathroom? O God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends and only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded just waiting to get at the drinks and food-- And the priest! He looking at me if I masturbated asking me Do you take this woman for your lawful wedded wife? And I trembling what to say say Pie Glue! I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back She's all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha! And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on-- then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates! All streaming into cozy hotels All going to do the same thing tonight The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen The lobby zombies they knowing what The whistling elevator man he knowing The winking bellboy knowing Everybody knowing! I'd be almost inclined not to do anything! Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye! Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon! running rampant into those almost climatic suites yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel! O I'd live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls I'd sit there the Mad Honeymooner devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of bigamy a saint of divorce-- But I should get married I should be good How nice it'd be to come home to her and sit by the fireplace and she in the kitchen aproned young and lovely wanting by baby and so happy about me she burns the roast beef and comes crying to me and I get up from my big papa chair saying Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf! God what a husband I'd make! Yes, I should get married! So much to do! like sneaking into Mr Jones' house late at night and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky! And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him When are you going to stop people killing whales! And when the milkman comes leave him a note in the bottle Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust-- Yet if I should get married and it's Connecticut and snow and she gives birth to a child and I am sleepless, worn, up for nights, head bowed against a quiet window, the past behind me, finding myself in the most common of situations a trembling man knowledged with responsibility not twig-smear not Roman coin soup-- O what would that be like! Surely I'd give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus For a rattle bag of broken Bach records Tack Della Francesca all over its crib Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon No, I doubt I'd be that kind of father not rural not snow no quiet window but hot smelly New York City seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job! And five nose running brats in love with Batman And the neighbors all toothless and dry haired like those hag masses of the 18th century all wanting to come in and watch TV The landlord wants his rent Grocery store Blue Cross Gas & Electric Knights of Columbus Impossible to lie back and dream Telephone snow, ghost parking-- No! I should not get married and I should never get married! But--imagine if I were to marry a beautiful sophisticated woman tall and pale wearing an elegant black dress and long black gloves holding a cigarette holder in one hand and highball in the other and we lived high up a penthouse with a huge window from which we could see all of New York and even farther on clearer days No I can't imagine myself married to that pleasant prison dream-- O but what about love? I forget love not that I am incapable of love it's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes-- I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible And there maybe a girl now but she's already married And I don't like men and-- but there's got to be somebody! Because what if I'm 60 years old and not married, all alone in furnished room with pee stains on my underwear and everybody else is married! All in the universe married but me! Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible then marriage would be possible-- Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover so I wait--bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.

Only one left now. :-)

don't think i've read the vicome de bragelonne or chioct the jester. any good?

let's not even bring up the fact that people freak seeing a mom breast feed her child in public.

Dru, I have an old hardbound edition of "Le Comte de Monte Cristo" in French if you want to dare to slog through it. I'm still afraid to because I think I'll be going a page a week...

well...maybe not.....but certainly more fun than a pair of radioactive rubber pants

The Red Queen: Sex and the Evolution of Human Nature Genome Both by Matt Ridley.

Actually, it's 50 cents to make it in china, 50 cents to ship it across the ocean, and the rest goes to the offshore non-tax-paying corporate headquarters.

If Clark is full of shit, why did the Bushies keep him around? What does this say about their ability to put the most highly qualified people in the most critical positions?

Weenies Schmeenies! Zim needs no meats!

I blame the previous administration for any errors in spelling. ;-) I saw that I misspelled it, but didn't think anyone was going to mention it given the low bar set by others. ;-)