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Last night I had dinner with a Nobel Peace Prize nominee and I didn’t even know it until I ‘d left the affair. But then, almost everyone at the event was praiseworthy. How was I to know that he was deemed to be more so than the rest? More often than not the headlines we read are negative and anger-invoking. And yet, there are millions of people in this diverse country of ours who quietly go about the business of giving to others. I do believe that the human beast is flawed and will either overcome or succumb to those flaws through further evolution. However, it was an excellent evening saluting those who, both the very young and the very old, resist the scars on the soul of the species. The event was made even the more excellent by the presence of an exquisitely shiny purple Rolls with a pink top and champagne and chocolates as a send-off. Oh, and by the presence of a firecracker of a beautiful woman, an Olympic hopeful, with whom it would be very easy to fall a over tk in lust. It’s a good thing I won’t be coming in contact with her very often.
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"Gary Glitter" will forever remind me of Farouk Bulsara’s first(?) pseudonym, "Larry Lurex."

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I received a forward of a forward from a friend today about another friend's trip to Ireland. If it weren't so long, I'd reproduce it here. What a wonderful trip it seems to have been. Made me want to pack my bags and put on my travelin' shoes again.

I've just finished watching "Bad Education" and it made me wonder several rerun wonders, the most prominent of which is, are there people who have been molested whose lives are not ruined or affected in any substantial way as a result? There must be. I'm not convinced that the characters who had been the objects of the priest in the movie led their lives in the way that they did because the priest had done what he did. Does that make sense? Everything that happens to us shapes us, but some things less than others. There must be people who are healthy enough, mentally and emotionally, who just shrug their shoulders and say, "whatever." Or have our societal "norms" conditioned us so deeply that it's not possible.

The dessicated air has rubbed sandpaper over my lips and made them revoltingly unkissable. Rain, rain, please fall today. The sun can come another day.

One of life’s most profound truths: When putting ice from the freezer into your glass, you must always drop at least one cube onto the floor in homage to the resident god.

Of posting in a blog? I haven't yet figured it out. All I know is that I keep having monumental thoughts that I cannot wait to post. Except that I do wait and they lose their monumentalousness after a few hours.

I awoke with an incipient cold this rainy morning (sore throat and drippy nose) and promptly grabbed the Cold-Eeze. If it works as well as it has the past couple of times, I will be establishing the Church of the Wholly Blessed Zinc Lozenges in the extremely near future.

I suspect that the cadre humiliated, tortured, and subjected the turkeys to unspeakable acts of bestiality before pardoning them.

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And with that twisted thought, I wish anyone who stumbles upon this silly enterprise a wonderful and stuffing-filled

Today I saw a street musician playing a fiddle. Except-- he wasn’t really playing a fiddle. The bow strings were in shreds. The fiddle strings were nonexistant. And yet the raggledy-taggledy man played the silent instrument and danced a maniac’s dance. It was as if he thought the devil would take away his soul if he stopped.