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aruba
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response 100 of 109:
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Jun 16 14:04 UTC 2002 |
#94 was hilarious - thanks! I'll be passing that around.
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keesan
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response 101 of 109:
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Jun 16 14:11 UTC 2002 |
I wish I could see trees out the only window near my desk, instead of the wall
next door with a car in front of it. I am letting a small weed tree grow in
the foundation near my window to improve the view, but in windy weather you
cannot see it very often, or long enough to identify the species. Buckthorn?
Thorny rose growing back? Something with opposing leaves.
The new house is surrounded by greenery, which has the drawback of making it
dark in the summer. One apricot tree died this month after leafing out - the
last mild winter confused it, I think - so we have more light on that side.
Thru the three back windows I can see a 6' solid fence that the neighbor put
up, with honeysuckle blooming on it. But I have to stand to see out those
windows (over the kitchen sink). I don't know why houses in the 1920s and
30s' were all built with extra-high windows to the back.
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gelinas
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response 102 of 109:
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Jun 16 18:36 UTC 2002 |
I am facing north-east. In the upper periphery of my vision, as I look
at my laptop screen, I see a disassembled piano: the action skeleton is
leaning against the wall to the left of the cabinet, the dampers are on
a towel atop the cabinet, the plate, strings and soundboard are visible,
since the kneeboard is resting on a near-by ottoman, supporting the keys.
If I turn my head to the left, I can just see the hammers, spread out on
the dining room table.
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logger
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response 103 of 109:
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Jun 16 22:05 UTC 2002 |
Hi - I'm in London in my bedroom, with my girlfriend who's watching Big
Brother, sitting in front of a horrid Pack Bell 14" monitor (a real bane in
my life) wonderring whether to go to bed or not.....
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bhelliom
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response 104 of 109:
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Jun 17 14:36 UTC 2002 |
I'm at work again. Go figure.
Thankfully I do not have to try Lutefisk. Ever. I'm allergic to fish.
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mynxcat
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response 105 of 109:
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Jun 18 13:55 UTC 2002 |
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jaklumen
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response 106 of 109:
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Jun 18 14:32 UTC 2002 |
ahahahahhaha!!
Are we addictive?
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mynxcat
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response 107 of 109:
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Jun 18 15:57 UTC 2002 |
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mjh48060
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response 108 of 109:
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Jun 20 02:31 UTC 2002 |
I'm sitting on a chair on the second floor of a 2 story house in the
central-west side of Port Huron, Michigan. I am currently facing west
and staring into the sharp images and text glowing from my 17 inch
monitor. While I'm typing away on this keyboard dirty of cigarette
ashes, I'm compiling Mozilla 1.0, downloading assorted pornography, and
watching TV. All glowing on my monitor. Meanwhile, sounds of gunfire and
stories of heroism and warfare are pouring out of high powered computer
speaker system and vibrating pleasure into my ears. I'm looking around
at my surroundings and and have reached the conclusion that I am home.
To my left I'm looking at a window, dark now that
the sun has set. In front of that is the balustrade and the stairway
leading downstairs. In front of me is a homemade computer system. Part
of which is sitting on an antique piano table. The rest is on the right
and in front of me. Most of it on a beaten up computer desk. It's
cabinet is stuffed with CD's of software old and new, and CD's of things
I've saved through the years. It's cubby hole below the surface of the
desktop and to the right of my knee is also full of CD's some of which
are audio CD's and some are blank CD's. It's also home for my collection
of floppy disks. Above that is the modem with it's hypnotic glowing
lights. To the right of my desk is something curiously like an end
table. My printer sits of the top and the shelves underneath hold the
digital cable box and underneath that an old VCR from like the mid 80's
or something. On the bottom shelf anothe pile of CD's sits as well as a
lot of computer junk and miscellaneous spare parts. Looking to my right
is the other window facing north. (also pitch black outside.) Behind me
is a built in shelf filled with books, other computer parts, a few
videotapes, other odds and ends and probably a few missing CD's and
cassette tapes of stuff no longer in use. Downstairs I hear the dogs
barking and in the distance I hear a train going by. As I look south
towards the sound of that train I'm thinking of where I was in Yazoo
City, Mississippi sometimes thinking I should've stayed down there. Then
I look north to see where my girlfriend is some 30 miles away wishing I
should've stayed there instead of sitting here feeling like a fool. I
turn my head a few inches to the west to tune myself into the beautiful
place where my parents want to go. The kind of place where I wouldn't
mind visiting but would rather much not stay there. Then I focus 6
inches to the right to the place where I grew up. The same place that
beckons me to come home to and never have to worry about moving again.
Then I look to myself and take comfort in the fact that even thought
moving is a fact of life I can now choose where I go.
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gelinas
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response 109 of 109:
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Jun 20 05:24 UTC 2002 |
Jerry Clower(s?) was from Yazoo City, wasn't he?
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