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Monday, December 09, 2002

My sister sent me this suggestion: A comment: I wonder if you could have any word-play fun with the word "logorrhea" ("excessive & often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness" per Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary) in regard to some bloggers. Now, when Randy Johnson throws a fat juicy fast ball that looms in the middle of the strike zone like a pinata in the glaucoma wing of the local Senior Citizens' Center, it could make anyone think they're Barry Bonds. I did. But Google (417 hits) quickly proved I'm really just another Paul Hinrichs, like this one who batted .000 in 0 ABs and had a career ERA of 21.62 in 4 appearances for the 1951 Boston Red Sox. "The Curse Of Babe Ruth"? - Hogwash! - it's dealing in mediocrity that allows it to reproduce. Pigs don't waller in pearls, they just don't smell right for pig wallerin'. Oh well, being the 418th person to say "Blogorrhea" sure beats being the 1681st to say "'ove' glove". For some thoughts that remain perpetually fresh-smelling, like this one... "I would gladly pay twenty millions today to restore our republic to its first principles."       --Andrew Carnegie,       explaining why he would buy the Philippines from the       United States in order to give the islands their independence ...click here and read An Imperial Moment, by John Maxwell Hamilton & Jonathan Schell. 6:02:33 PM    comment []

Back on dial-up connection. 44k used to sound fast! Occasional light-flickerings, a UPS is sounding like a better idea all the time. My cable modem is blinking like the right turn signal of a clueless driver. I think that means it is looking for a DNS. I know it means use the telephone modem until it stops. It's difficult to make food when the power may go off at any time. I can report on the mushroom project. When I checked the box this morning, the compost on top (called "casing"), was completely dry. How stupid of me! I seemed to remember misting it and doing my best to keep it in the delicate balance between moist and too moist. Dry seemed impossible. I dumped a glass of water around the casing and, directly below the surface, were tiny little mushrooms. They had forced the compost into a very thin layer overnight which, naturally, dried out very quickly. We'll see what happens from here on... 4:57:01 PM    comment []

Snow...Job! 6:06:03 AM    comment []