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I've had a look around and can't find anything to satisfy my curiosity about the tag 'Beware a falling leaf on Mt Eden'.
Adam and Eve and their fig leaves in Eden I understand but where does the mount come in... unless ..oh, no that can't be it surely.


~jwf~

Mount Eden is in Auckland NZ (one of a number on mountains in that city)

I'm actually teasing someone who may of may not have tripped over a leaf there

But that was some good lateral interpretation

um that should be 'or' not 'of'

This is offically the time I don't like so much - When everyone is not here or it appears that way. It's only 3:40 in the afternoon here - too early for bed

I revive this to say, Apparition, do you have an email that *works*? What has become of Waiariki?
Incidentally, I just realised what jwf *meant* in the first posting of this thread...

Ok fellas mount up; they're onto us!


~jwf~

use my [email protected] one. Some companies think the waiariki is an origionator of spam.

what does jwf mean? I have a mental block that keeps making me see/think the word jif

Ah, a foaming household cleanser! (No, that's Vim..) I think jwf is probably his/her initials... Confirm or deny, jwf?

"JIF"?
Would that be the 'Crunchy' or the 'Extra Smooth and Creamy' kind?

I entreat you explore the first section of my h2g2 homepage (Personal Space) by clicking on my name above or here: U162344 for a full explanation of " ~jwf~ ".

peace
~j~

Man, that's deep! I love the way you play with language, or does it play with you? Your space is 'bewdy', as they say here in Enz, a place incidentally, to where many Nova Scotians came, including my great grandfather James Murdoch Fraser, in approximately 1870. (There's some trivia for you.)

oooo I like the homepage

>> James Murdoch Fraser ... (There's some trivia for you.) <<


Now just before I wander off into cyberspace along the Fraser trail, let me tell you there is nothing trivial about a Fraser. My encounters, with several unrelated Frasers (including playing a scene with Kelsey Grammer in "The Real Howard Sptiz") have been anything but trivial. I bear bore the scars and rewards of 'jousting' with several of your clan over the years.

To answer your question: "..you play with language, or does it play with you?" would require that I first convert you to a new religioius attitude involving notions of ancestor worship bordering on the certifiably insane and a bending of time and chromosones that defines description in human verbal constructs ..at least it was the last time I tried. If I am lucky enough to come back as a human being for a second time I'd really like to be part of the audience for a change.
peace
jwf

*to self*
I had every intention of mentioning the six months I spent 'dropping in' to Simon Fraser but somehow the thought escaped expression.

*to others*
It's a university in British Columbia. It was 'new' and experimental in 1967. So was I.

*Trivial Sixties Historical Note for the Young*
The difference between 'dropping in' and 'dropping out' was way too subtle for anyone 'dropping acid'. I mean, how can you skip a class that only shows Charlie Chaplin movies, has no lectures or exams and has a 70% failure rate?

~j~

Sounds like my kind of class.

I thought the 60s were just a fairy tale. A tale told at bed time to scare straight all good young conservative children

Ah, but *some* scary tales are true!!! Ha,ha,ha..
They say, mind, that if you remember the '60s, you weren't there. My main memories of the '60s: mowing the back lawn in Rotorua, watching Star Trek TOS, School Certificate and 'Hey Jude' while working at my after school job in a greasy spoon restaurant. (Oh, and on the down side, "I Dream of Jeannie", the Six Day War and the Wahine Disaster, Wellington 1968)

What about Yuri Gaguran (SP?) the first person in space.