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From an email entitled Bon Voyage Charlie Brown
Posted Jan 6, 2001
(Transcribed from a mass email I sent yesterday morning around 1:00am)
No s**t, there I was. That's how my roommate Martin Gaudiniski(hitherto refered to as, "the G-Man") always
starts off his stories. He claims it's the only way to start off anything. Call me a traditionalist, but I still prefer
the good ol' "Once upon a time," or maybe, "People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden."
So, as I was saying, no s**t, there I was. I'm in college, typing up an email on the G-man's iMac. Yes, he has
an iMac. It's crazy down here in St. John's land. I'm listening to Pavement, post-seminar. We were discussing
if man or the gods are superior in the Illiad, or at least as Homer presents it in said epic poem. We left on a
grand philosophical note: What makes the gods Immortal, makes them inferior. Humans, faced with mortality,
are infused with an intense passion for life, as we realize it is short. We _must_ live. There might not be a
tomorrow. My 5 discjust changed to TMBG, Lincoln, off of the Then: The Earlier Years collection. Ana Ng is
an incomprehensibly beautiful song. It's inspired alot of mood lately, which is an entirely complex story. I
would rather not start that story with no s**t there I was.
Everyone's always asking me what St. John's is like. Well, okay, they really don't...well, a few do, but it's
mainly my parents, and they don't count. Purple Toupee will show the way, stuff like that. Anyways, it was a
very late and darkish night. That would be tonight,which is actually morning. but to describe my current state,
we'd have to go back a few hours, to when it was still night, and not morning, which it is right now. there has
been a crime spree recently in Annapolis, and they're hitting on St. Johnnies, and they don't have romantic
intentions neither. I'm guessing Cage and Aquarium(track 5 on Then), is a parody of Age of Aquarius in Hair,
which makes it doubly nifty. So I was feeling uppity after the seminar tonight, circa 10:00 pm. I wanted to go
on an adventure. After discussing with ****************************** and ************************************
about the japanese wunderfud Pocky and the ubercoolness of Brak, I felt like going on an adventure. He ended
up sad, he ended sad, he ended up really really really sad!!!!! *whistle, pirate sounds* I apologize for the
random insertion of TMBG lyrics and tidbits. I'm going full-goose stream of Virginia Woolfishness here....plus
I'm feeling incredibly tired and insane. Anyways, I really wanted to go on an adventure. I saw a girl named
********* that I had an interest in ever since she decided to stay and sit with me at dinner after everyone left.
interest, really, just as a friend. She understood the meaning of pants, which forms an instant bond.
Bowenberry(A very good friend of mine with the last name of Bowen and is a senior in high school now - Ed)
knows this. anyways, tonight, she seemed to be having fine with some guy I've never seen before. He had a
cigarette. The good thing was though, that I was too abjectedly happy for now reason at all to really care
about it. Considering the crime spree, I felt so happy, in a very strange empty way, that, if I felt ready to die if
if the possibility came up. That may sound shocking to you, but I really felt that way. It's scary really thinking
about, and it was scary as I walked around state circle in annapolis around 11:00 pm. But I didn't care. I was
singing REM songs as I skipped around town all by myself. It was beautiful. These kind of things make my
vision blur and focus rapidly; they change my view. It was revitalizing. I don't know what you may think of this,
all of you, but I loved it. I was ready to embrace anything, even it was nothing. Parenthetically, I've abstained
from all substances here, except my green tea and the chemicals in the pages of books. But, I do have a
shoehorn with teeth. Anyways.It was a beautiful night. G-man downloaded Britney Spears songs on
Justin's(my neighbor) napster box. Everyone is disarmingly nice here. It's very disarming, indeed, yet nice.
Anyways, i love it. I've had a multitude of theo-philosophical discussions, including one that lasted for 6 hours
between 6 people. It's amazingly cool. I love being here. Ofcourse, I miss all you guys. I hopeyou guys are
doing fantastical. If you guys change your email addresses, just tell me, and please send to
[email protected] rather than [email protected]. Write back! I hope to hear all about your wacky
recent adventures. I'm very sleepy and must translate greeek now. Dammit.
Cheers,
Scott
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From an email entitled Bon Voyage Charlie Brown
Posted Jan 6, 2001
(Transcribed from a mass email I sent yesterday morning around 1:00am)
No s**t, there I was. That's how my roommate Martin Gaudiniski(hitherto refered to as, "the G-Man") always
starts off his stories. He claims it's the only way to start off anything. Call me a traditionalist, but I still prefer
the good ol' "Once upon a time," or maybe, "People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden."
So, as I was saying, no s**t, there I was. I'm in college, typing up an email on the G-man's iMac. Yes, he has
an iMac. It's crazy down here in St. John's land. I'm listening to Pavement, post-seminar. We were discussing
if man or the gods are superior in the Illiad, or at least as Homer presents it in said epic poem. We left on a
grand philosophical note: What makes the gods Immortal, makes them inferior. Humans, faced with mortality,
are infused with an intense passion for life, as we realize it is short. We _must_ live. There might not be a
tomorrow. My 5 discjust changed to TMBG, Lincoln, off of the Then: The Earlier Years collection. Ana Ng is
an incomprehensibly beautiful song. It's inspired alot of mood lately, which is an entirely complex story. I
would rather not start that story with no s**t there I was.
Everyone's always asking me what St. John's is like. Well, okay, they really don't...well, a few do, but it's
mainly my parents, and they don't count. Purple Toupee will show the way, stuff like that. Anyways, it was a
very late and darkish night. That would be tonight,which is actually morning. but to describe my current state,
we'd have to go back a few hours, to when it was still night, and not morning, which it is right now. there has
been a crime spree recently in Annapolis, and they're hitting on St. Johnnies, and they don't have romantic
intentions neither. I'm guessing Cage and Aquarium(track 5 on Then), is a parody of Age of Aquarius in Hair,
which makes it doubly nifty. So I was feeling uppity after the seminar tonight, circa 10:00 pm. I wanted to go
on an adventure. After discussing with ****************************** and ************************************
about the japanese wunderfud Pocky and the ubercoolness of Brak, I felt like going on an adventure. He ended
up sad, he ended sad, he ended up really really really sad!!!!! *whistle, pirate sounds* I apologize for the
random insertion of TMBG lyrics and tidbits. I'm going full-goose stream of Virginia Woolfishness here....plus
I'm feeling incredibly tired and insane. Anyways, I really wanted to go on an adventure. I saw a girl named
Margaret that I had an interest in ever since she decided to stay and sit with me at dinner after everyone left.
interest, really, just as a friend. She understood the meaning of pants, which forms an instant bond.
Bowenberry(A very good friend of mine with the last name of Bowen and is a senior in high school now - Ed)
knows this. anyways, tonight, she seemed to be having fine with some guy I've never seen before. He had a
cigarette. The good thing was though, that I was too abjectedly happy for now reason at all to really care
about it. Considering the crime spree, I felt so happy, in a very strange empty way, that, if I felt ready to die if
if the possibility came up. That may sound shocking to you, but I really felt that way. It's scary really thinking
about, and it was scary as I walked around state circle in annapolis around 11:00 pm. But I didn't care. I was
singing REM songs as I skipped around town all by myself. It was beautiful. These kind of things make my
vision blur and focus rapidly; they change my view. It was revitalizing. I don't know what you may think of this,
all of you, but I loved it. I was ready to embrace anything, even it was nothing. Parenthetically, I've abstained
from all substances here, except my green tea and the chemicals in the pages of books. But, I do have a
shoehorn with teeth. Anyways.It was a beautiful night. G-man downloaded Britney Spears songs on
Justin's(my neighbor) napster box. Everyone is disarmingly nice here. It's very disarming, indeed, yet nice.
Anyways, i love it. I've had a multitude of theo-philosophical discussions, including one that lasted for 6 hours
between 6 people. It's amazingly cool. I love being here. Ofcourse, I miss all you guys. I hopeyou guys are
doing fantastical. If you guys change your email addresses, just tell me, and please send to
[email protected] rather than [email protected]. Write back! I hope to hear all about your wacky
recent adventures. I'm very sleepy and must translate greeek now. Dammit.
Cheers,
Scott
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From an email entitled "Bon Voyage Charlie Brown!"
Posted Sep 2, 2000
(Transcribed from a mass email I sent yesterday morning around 1:00am)
No s**t, there I was. That's how my roommate Martin Gaudiniski(hitherto refered to as, "the G-Man") always starts off his stories. He claims it's the only way to start off anything. Call me a traditionalist, but I still prefer the good ol' "Once upon a time," or maybe, "People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden."
So, as I was saying, no s**t, there I was. I'm in college, typing up an email on the G-man's iMac. Yes, he has an iMac. It's crazy down here in St. John's land. I'm listening to Pavement, post-seminar. We were discussing if man or the gods are superior in the Illiad, or at least as Homer presents it in said epic poem. We left on a grand philosophical note: What makes the gods Immortal, makes them inferior. Humans, faced with mortality, are infused with an intense passion for life, as we realize it is short. We _must_ live. There might not be a tomorrow. My 5 discjust changed to TMBG, Lincoln, off of the Then: The Earlier Years collection. Ana Ng is an incomprehensibly beautiful song. It's inspired alot of mood lately, which is an entirely complex story. I would rather not start that story with no s**t there I was.
Everyone's always asking me what St. John's is like. Well, okay, they really don't...well, a few do, but it's mainly my parents, and they don't count. Purple Toupee will show the way, stuff like that. Anyways, it was a very late and darkish night. That would be tonight,which is actually morning. but to describe my current state, we'd have to go back a few hours, to when it was still night, and not morning, which it is right now. there has been a crime spree recently in Annapolis, and they're hitting on St. Johnnies, and they don't have romantic intentions neither. I'm guessing Cage and Aquarium(track 5 on Then), is a parody of Age of Aquarius in Hair, which makes it doubly nifty. So I was feeling uppity after the seminar tonight, circa 10:00 pm. I wanted to go on an adventure. After discussing with Rebecca the girl in Vinyl and Jack the guy with the bumblebee t-shirt about the japanese wunderfud Pocky and the ubercoolness of Brak, I felt like going on an adventure. He ended up sad, he ended sad, he ended up really really really sad!!!!! *whistle, pirate sounds* I apologize for the random insertion of TMBG lyrics and tidbits. I'm going full-goose stream of Virginia Woolfishness here....plus I'm feeling incredibly tired and insane. Anyways, I really wanted to go on an adventure. I saw a girl named Margaret that I had an interest in ever since she decided to stay and sit with me at dinner after everyone left. interest, really, just as a friend. She understood the meaning of pants, which forms an instant bond. Bowenberry(A very good friend of mine with the last name of Bowen and is a senior in high school now - Ed) knows this. anyways, tonight, she seemed to be having fine with some guy I've never seen before. He had a cigarette. The good thing was though, that I was too abjectedly happy for now reason at all to really care about it. Considering the crime spree, I felt so happy, in a very strange empty way, that, if I felt ready to die if if the possibility came up. That may sound shocking to you, but I really felt that way. It's scary really thinking about, and it was scary as I walked around state circle in annapolis around 11:00 pm. But I didn't care. I was singing REM songs as I skipped around town all by myself. It was beautiful. These kind of things make my vision blur and focus rapidly; they change my view. It was revitalizing. I don't know what you may think of this, all of you, but I loved it. I was ready to embrace anything, even it was nothing. Parenthetically, I've abstained from all substances here, except my green tea and the chemicals in the pages of books. But, I do have a shoehorn with teeth. Anyways.It was a beautiful night. G-man downloaded Britney Spears songs on Justin's(my neighbor) napster box. Everyone is disarmingly nice here. It's very disarming, indeed, yet nice. Anyways, i love it. I've had a multitude of theo-philosophical discussions, including one that lasted for 6 hours between 6 people. It's amazingly cool. I love being here. Ofcourse, I miss all you guys. I hopeyou guys are doing fantastical. If you guys change your email addresses, just tell me, and please send to [email protected] rather than [email protected]. Write back! I hope to hear all about your wacky recent adventures. I'm very sleepy and must translate greeek now. Dammit.
Cheers,
Scott
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Music makes me think sometimes
Posted Aug 15, 2000
On the whole, it seems people were far more eloquent in the past. A look at most books from that time(100 years ago and before)will be evidence enough for that. The rules of grammar were more binding then, stressing formality and such, but people in the past used words colloquially that might confuse a person if used in everyday conversation now, depending on the eruditeness of the person you speak with today.
Now, with the knowledge that common eloquence has diminished in the overall population, figure into the equation that the population of the world has exploded in recent times.
Eloquence diminishes, population rises. I had a thought - perhaps intelligence is a constant in the world, in that there is only a set amount of it that can be spread out across the population of the world. When there is less people, more people are smarter. More people, less people are smarter. It's completely logical, except for the fact that it's idiotic and has no basis in reality. Still, it's amusing for a few seconds.
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An idea, from a while ago
Posted Aug 11, 2000
Once, a long long time ago, before people wore braces, the metal beasts would roam free across open plains in Africa. They were magnificent in motion, truly one of God's most stunning creatures, and perfectly docile ones as well. They were ate by filtering the air for pieces of food, like the mighty plankton of the sea. If a chaff of wheat, a mustard seed, a branch, or a hunka cheese sandwich was aimlessly wafting through the brisk African breeze, the stainless steel of the brace would catch it, and slowly take in it's goodness, the wiry mane of the beast creaking and billowing with every movement. It was a grand sight to behold, and their presence was welcome among the tribes of Africans that shared the land. A few families managed to domesticate the wild brace, and careful breeding created the retainer, a friendlier, and cuter variation of the original brace.
Knowledge of the domestication spread to Europe, where interest in the animal spread like toothpaste on a warm brush. The retainer soon became a very popular pet among Europe's richest aristocrats, and various families would tout their lineage of fine-fuzzed red #2, or the even rarer scented whiskered black #7, whose luxurious coat was legendary, particularly among the peasents in Switzerland, but that's
The remarkable strength of the braces intrigued one Ortho von Odelay of Austria. Wild braces could easily crush rocks and pull trees together with their wiry extensions. Ortho thought this could be applied to the realm of dental surgery. Ortho, unfortunately, had really horrible teeth, and he constantly mocked by many of the cynical Austrians he mingled with. Possibly, these wild braces could be somehow applied to the straightening of teeth.
Eagerly, he captured a wild brace that was grazing on the Serengeti. It seemed young, tense, and small enough to fit in the mouth. Ortho thought taming it would be a simple job, but it was truly a fiesty little piece of metal. Ortho would hammer it, and cruelly bend it out and back into shape, to break it's will completely. Eventually, it submitted, and allowed itself to be inserted into Ortho's mouth.
It worked wonderfully. The fangs of Ortho straightened to a presentable form. He presented his method to the civilized world, and created a sensation, as much of the civilized world had pretty bad teeth at the time. Tame, and wild braces were soon captured and put to use in gaping mouths. But, the braces were unhappy in the smelly caverns of people. They yearned to prance through the plains again. They wished to swing from branch to branch again. They wanted to be free again. But they could not. Soon, all wild braces were taken from their habitats, and grown in the breeding grounds of Orthodontists. Retainers were taken away too. The plains soon became very lonely.
But, the braces and retainers all knew how to make the humans feel their pain, literally. Push as hard, and awkwardly as they can on the jaws; jut out into the gums; and grab any food that comes through. Irritate the humans as much as possible! And so they did. And that's the story of how braces came to be, and why they hurt so much.
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