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BS: The Mother of all BS threads

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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 11 Apr 10 - 11:03 AM

Tucson is lovely and warm. Not the material for a Robert Frost poem.

Yesterday was long but interesting. Today we have to connect with friends and visit the Desert Museum. I love that place, and it will be an immersion in desert environments for the kid who will live here for a while. With sun screen and moisturizer. And saline solution to spritz up the nose.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 11 Apr 10 - 11:28 AM

And whether or not it's appreciated, a hat (bill forward!) and sunglasses. And don't forget lots and lots of hydration!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 11 Apr 10 - 06:45 PM

Especially the water. Arizona air sucks it out of your pores when you aren't looking.

Mom. we pulled out of Oakland at O-dark-thirty and are now safe and sound, unpacked, car washed, pets regrouped and doing bookkeeping after a week on the road.   WHOOSH!! Glad to be home!! Lovely town, Oakland, but there is no place like home...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 11 Apr 10 - 07:20 PM

Even if your return DID cause earthquakes.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 11 Apr 10 - 09:12 PM

Well, sorry about that..I am used to causing large waves wherever I go, and didn't notice it was upsetting the little people like our beloved Booquemanne.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 11 Apr 10 - 09:28 PM

I'd been looking for hats, and finally ended up waiting till we got to the museum and buying a couple there. Yes, sunscreen, and do you know, they have sunscreen dispensers in the washrooms, just like you would get soap at the sink. Sunscreen if you need it over next to the door.

The heat does take it out of you, along with the higher elevation sunshine. MOM would turn into a raisin up here in no time without gallons of sunscreen. And did you know, she swears by Noxema on sunburns? If you look under the bathroom sink you'll see she has a gallon jug of it with a pump.

Tomorrow is the big day, the tour on campus and meeting the music professor or one of his students.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 11 Apr 10 - 09:31 PM

Good luck, Stilly
Welcome home, Amos
Go read a book, Rapaire
Go study, Eiseley!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 11 Apr 10 - 11:49 PM

Eiseley had better maintain at 4.0 GPA or better or Mom will spank her and ground her and make her go to summer school. Mom don't mess around with poor students.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 09:20 AM

Of course, she put up with ME, but I'm her favorite (in the US) and her favourite in those benighted countries that spell funny.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 11:20 AM

A legend in his own mind, Rapaire is actually the black sheep of Mom's family. Eiseley need not fear his academic snootiness. She is free to get any grade she wants.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 11:26 AM

Rap - you say MOM don't mess around with poor students; but what about that scholarship guy she hired as a pool boy? She sure messed around a lot with him!!!!!

And he was real poor - always asking MOM for money.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 11:32 AM

I would also point out that the only person who has ever labeled Rapaire as Mom's favorite is Rapaire himself. Whichmeans he is playing favorites with himself.



A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 12:23 PM

Well Amos, you're jealous because Mom has always liked me best.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 12:25 PM

I don't think she like **ANY** of us as much as she liked that pool boy.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 12:37 PM

Well, yeah, but he's younger...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 02:04 PM

Rapaire:

You don't get off the hook that easily--just by trying to include me in your delusion!! You're still playing with yourself.

I think you will find that Mom's affections transcend all our egos and she loves us all as One, in her own deeply unknowable way.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 03:04 PM

If you are my delusion and I am yours,
And none can say where it may have first begun,
Then ownership is a temporary fiddle
An arbitration among One.
This choice destroys the young, and serves the crown;
To split the world being, and to disown
Its halves among each other, brother against brother
And never a cry to stop (as the blade comes down)
From the understanding heart of a true Mother.
Perhaps than, she is within, unable to voice distress
Driven by agreement in the parts to be asunder?
Oh, wiley heart, to turn to true BS
To build once more the whole of Wonder.

Anthony Baggins-Mooresfield
Thrumming by the Stones
Putney on Half-Shell, 1916


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 08:46 PM

They pretty near hanged Tiny Little last night. He'd been sent a couple or three "3-7-77" notes and the poem "We're bound to stop this business, or hang you to a man / For we've hemp and hands
enough in town to hang the whole damn clan." But he pair no attention.

So the Legion went out to do its unpleasant duty, because Tiny was a dues-paying member and Life Member at that. The Squad found him at his boardinghouse, sucking on a bottle of Old Crow. He knew why they were there and so he'd crawled into the bottle.

Literally. Tiny Little is an elf of the Old School, and the Squad knew that hanging an elf was going to be a mighty tall order. For one thing, the Hangin' Tree branch is some twenty feet off the ground, and hanging someone who's two and half inches tall wouldn't be much of an object lesson to the rest of lawbreakers.

And there was the matter of what rope to use. Normally, well-stretched half-inch hemp was the hands-down winner, but when the guest of honor's hat size is pret' near into the negative numbers it makes it kinda tough.

Well, they stood around the room and debated what to do. Some folks were all for using a piece of cotton string, but it was pointed out that doing that "just warn't in the Code Of The West". And all the time Tiny's inside the bottle making obscene gestures at them, mooning them, and shouting things about their mothers that never got out of the bottle.

Finally, Delightful Doug picked up the bottle and screwed the cap back on. Tiny was surprised -- this had never occurred to him or to the others in the Squad. Delightful used his pocket knife to punch a small air hole in the top and put the bottle, screaming Tiny and all, in his coat pocket and they returned to the Legion Hovel for more palaver about what to do.

Well, the Legion is nothing if not humane, so Tiny now resides in a gallon jug which has holes punched in the lid on the shelf above the bar. Every so often someone shakes the jug a bit to quiet Tiny down and puts a bit of food or water into it. He's been sentenced to "life and a half" and for an elf that's a long time.

But as Delightful Doug and the others decided it was better that Tiny serve time in the jug than they mock The Code Of The West by literally "stringing him up."


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 09:02 PM

That's rich fare indeed, Goode Manne of Bookes. I am anxious for the day when they let him out of that bottle. I am sure the whiskey that was in it is all gone by now.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 09:32 PM

I came through the screen door this afternoon, and there was Mom, dancing by herself in the parlor, listening to The McGuire Sisters on the Victrola. I tell you, she dances nice. I tiptoed up to my room during the next turn. She didn't look like she wanted to be interrupted or nothin'.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 09:39 PM

It probably would have been more polite to open the screen door before you came through it, Amos. But Mom is forgiving about little things like that.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 10:41 PM

How anyone could play a brass instrument with such a tin ear is just beyond me...


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 12 Apr 10 - 11:13 PM

Well, it's kind of like playing a guitar with one hand. I can play the trumpet one-handed, but I'll betcha you can't play the guitar one-handed (unless you also use your toes). And if you used your toes wouldn't you leave yourself open to a toe jam session?


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 12:46 AM

Anthony Baggins-Mooresfield
Thrumming by the Stones
Putney on Half-Shell, 1916


Amos, is that a cousin to Bilbo and Frodo?

Keep up the studies, Eiseley, and maybe your boss will give you a nice big fat raise when you finish your schooling.

Visit went well today. Very well, I think, and though the young'un isn't convinced that Tucson is big enough for the both of us, he'll settle in fine and be okay with occasional parental unit visits. We have friends out here from before when he was born!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 07:48 AM

Happy Day! I just finished the last of four huge projects that are due on or before the 15th. Now I can trip off to Wyoming to a friend's memorial service with peace of conscience. It might not put the "fun" in funeral but at least I won't worry about school obligations.

Hmmm, now I just hope the boys make good decisions. I may not find out for several years what really happens while I'm gone. Rapaire, keep your eye out for a thick plume of smoke off to the west.

Bye for a while!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 08:51 AM

Wild Grapes

By Robert Frost

What tree may not the fig be gathered from?
The grape may not be gathered from the birch?
It's all you know the grape, or know the birch.
As a girl gathered from the birch myself
Equally with my weight in grapes, one autumn,
I ought to know what tree the grape is fruit of.
I was born, I suppose, like anyone,
And grew to be a little boyish girl
My brother could not always leave at home.
But that beginning was wiped out in fear
The day I swung suspended with the grapes,
And was come after like Eurydice
And brought down safely from the upper regions;
And the life I live now's an extra life
I can waste as I please on whom I please.
So if you see me celebrate two birthdays,
And give myself out of two different ages,
One of them five years younger than I look--
One day my brother led me to a glade
Where a white birch he knew of stood alone,
Wearing a thin head-dress of pointed leaves,
And heavy on her heavy hair behind,
Against her neck, an ornament of grapes.
Grapes, I knew grapes from having seen them last year.
One bunch of them, and there began to be
Bunches all round me growing in white birches,
The way they grew round Leif the Lucky's German;
Mostly as much beyond my lifted hands, though,
As the moon used to seem when I was younger,
And only freely to be had for climbing.
My brother did the climbing; and at first
Threw me down grapes to miss and scatter
And have to hunt for in sweet fern and hardhack;
Which gave him some time to himself to eat,
But not so much, perhaps, as a boy needed.
So then, to make me wholly self-supporting,
He climbed still higher and bent the tree to earth
And put it in my hands to pick my own grapes.
"Here, take a tree-top, I'll get down another.
Hold on with all your might when I let go."
I said I had the tree. It wasn't true.
The opposite was true. The tree had me.
The minute it was left with me alone
It caught me up as if I were the fish
And it the fishpole. So I was translated
To loud cries from my brother of "Let go!
Don't you know anything, you girl? Let go!"
But I, with something of the baby grip
Acquired ancestrally in just such trees
When wilder mothers than our wildest now
Hung babies out on branches by the hands
To dry or wash or tan, I don't know which,
(You'll have to ask an evolutionist)--
I held on uncomplainingly for life.
My brother tried to make me laugh to help me.
"What are you doing up there in those grapes?
Don't be afraid. A few of them won't hurt you.
I mean, they won't pick you if you don't them."
Much danger of my picking anything!
By that time I was pretty well reduced
To a philosophy of hang-and-let-hang.
"Now you know how it feels," my brother said,
"To be a bunch of fox-grapes, as they call them,
That when it thinks it has escaped the fox
By growing where it shouldn't--on a birch,
Where a fox wouldn't think to look for it--
And if he looked and found it, couldn't reach it--
Just then come you and I to gather it.
Only you have the advantage of the grapes
In one way: you have one more stem to cling by,
And promise more resistance to the picker."
One by one I lost off my hat and shoes,
And still I clung. I let my head fall back,
And shut my eyes against the sun, my ears
Against my brother's nonsense; "Drop," he said,
"I'll catch you in my arms. It isn't far."
(Stated in lengths of him it might not be.)
"Drop or I'll shake the tree and shake you down."
Grim silence on my part as I sank lower,
My small wrists stretching till they showed the banjo strings.
"Why, if she isn't serious about it!
Hold tight awhile till I think what to do.
I'll bend the tree down and let you down by it."
I don't know much about the letting down;
But once I felt ground with my stocking feet
And the world came revolving back to me,
I know I looked long at my curled-up fingers,
Before I straightened them and brushed the bark off.
My brother said: "Don't you weigh anything?
Try to weigh something next time, so you won't
Be run off with by birch trees into space."
It wasn't my not weighing anything
So much as my not knowing anything--
My brother had been nearer right before.
I had not taken the first step in knowledge;
I had not learned to let go with the hands,
As still I have not learned to with the heart,
And have no wish to with the heart--nor need,
That I can see. The mind--is not the heart.
I may yet live, as I know others live,
To wish in vain to let go with the mind--
Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me
That I need learn to let go with the heart.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Eiseley
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 08:53 AM

Prime!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: MMario
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 09:51 AM

RIB!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 11:00 AM

No smoke, but several small explosions so far.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 11:28 AM

Actually, as any veteran guitar player will tell you, it is perfectly easy to play the guitar with one hand, simply by hammering on and pulling off the strings in notes or chords with your left hand only.

See? Ya learn something every day...


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 12:36 PM

Suppose it's your left arm that's missing? And most importantly, what about banjos and bodhrans???


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 12:54 PM

Changing the subject and the premises of the argument does not change your error, sirrah.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 04:03 PM

I simply asked "What if it's your left arm that's missing?" Are you implying that guitars can only be played one-handed if the left hand is used? Ignore the other parts of my question -- you are obviously discriminating against those who have lost the use of their left hand and arm! Guitars are then, ipso facto, discriminatory instruments and should either be corrected or banned entirely!

I'll think I'll start a class action suit and include trombones, button boxes, accordions, bodhrans, banjos, guitars, and similar discriminatory instruments. I need the names of everyone who uses these things, and I demand that you, Amos, supply it -- either voluntarily or via a subpoena.

You have thirty (30) days to supply the list.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 07:57 PM

I have your list ready as requested sir. It will be shipped to you when the postage fees--about 7,724 pounds by standard postal rates, first-class--and a nominal fee for costs of copying and handling--are received.


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 08:09 PM

Little Hawk will be sending you the money, as this is an International Issue.

Thank you for your promptness in complying.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 09:00 PM

MOM! I'm Home!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 10:31 PM

Hmmm...echo answereth not. Mom must be out making wild whoopee again. Tsk, tsk, at her age she should be setting a good example by sitting in a rocking chair knitting socks for soldiers or something and sipping herbal tea, not carousing in some dingy dive like that notorious bar on the docks in San Diego or the Legion Hovel or someplace.

Alright...GLUON!! Fetch Mom! Bring her back! GOOOD Gluon! Go! Fetch!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 11:13 PM

YAYYYYYYYYYY!!! STILLY'S BACK IN TEXAS!!!




A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Acme
Date: 13 Apr 10 - 11:59 PM

You want to hear about serendipity at it's absolute finest?

We were away for 3 1/2 days to Tucson to look at U of A, where he wants to study Computer Science. Tier 1 school, the best of two full rides offered. I realized that both coming and going we changed planes in Albuquerque, home of UNM, the other offer, and if I'd been thinking I'd have taken a few hours in town to let him visit that campus also. Not nearly so good, but still, a look would be useful. We get on ABQ to Dallas plane, I am in window seat ("Mom, you sit there, it doesn't recline,") he's in middle, a woman my age with interesting computer book sits beside him. We talk.

Turns out, she is chair of the UNM Computer Science Deptartment headed to a meeting. Really.

We quickly realized this unique conversational opportunity, she with a potential student, one of those cream of the crop ones they all want, and it was a great opportunity for him to get the full-wattage discussion and attention of a professor who would love to have him in her classes.

Want to know what else is serendipitous? We both grew up on Lake Whatcom in Washington. She was on the north east side, as far down that side of the lake as you could drive, and I lived on the south east side, at the end of the road there. No road all around the lake because the mountain on that side was too steep, there was a railroad trestle and we were never allowed to walk on it. Small world!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Janie
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 09:03 AM

Time to wake up, Mom!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 10:02 AM

Good Morning, MOOOOOAAAAAB!

I loveGood Morning, MOOOOOAAAAAB!

I love the smell of BS in the morning.... the smell of BS in the morning....


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 10:21 AM

Well, there's some dairy farms over by Jerome you'd just LOVE!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 10:41 AM

Who is this Jerome of whom you speak on love, sirrah? Thou knowest I am no lover of Jeromes. Fie, thou cross-tongued poltergeistmeister!


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 11:01 AM

Amos and his backyard heap of BS.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 11:36 AM

That would explain my fertile imagination. BS nurtures BS, as the poet saith, wherever it is bedropt.

A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 02:03 PM

Tiny Little tried a jar break last night. He climbed up the sides of his jar and tried to slip out of the holes punched in the top. The attempt failed when he strained himself.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 02:09 PM

So many holes, so little Tim.


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 09:38 PM

Boy, Mom, did Jeff ever describe me aright!

A knyght ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
To riden out, he loved chivalrie,
Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.
Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre,
And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre,
As wel in Cristendom as in Hethenesse,
And evere honoured for his worthynesse....
And though that he were worthy, he was wys,
And of his port as meeke as is a mayde;
He nevere yet no vileynye ne sayde
In al his lyf unto no maner wight;
He was a verray parfit gentil knyght.


I remember when Jeff wrote that, Mom. We were sitting around the Tabard in Southwark, drinking ale and telling lies when Jeff says to me, "In all seriousness, I'm going to put you into my new poems about pilgrims to Canterbury. I'll call you a knight, for you embody all of the good knights are supposed to have and none of the vices to which they are prone."


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Amos
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 09:59 PM

That's the problem with past-life regressions. They get so twisted and distorted in the recollection. Everybody was Jesus and Mary Antoinette, but nobody was the scullery maid, right? Nobody got hung for stealing what turned out to be flyblown rotten meat anyway, or spent a dullard's life sweeping up the horsapples down Main street. All gallants, and impassioned maidens of High Degree, yada yada yada, It's understandable, though...who would want to recall the dismal boring truth when, with a flick of the imagination they can bring back dubbed-over glory and romance?

Ah, well...truth is the first victim of time travel, as the poet saith...


A


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Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapparee
Date: 14 Apr 10 - 10:11 PM

Oh, heavens to Betsy! Amos, I wasn't a knight -- Jeff just used me as the model. He actually put me in twice -- once as the Knight and again as myself, a simple scholar or, as they were called then, a clerk:

A Clerk ther was of Oxenford also,
That unto logyk hadde longe ygo.
As leene was his hors as is a rake,
And he nas nat right fat, I undertake,
But looked holwe and therto sobrely.
Ful thredbare was his overeste courtepy,
For he hadde geten hym yet no benefice,
Ne was so worldly for to have office,
For hym was levere have at his beddes heed
Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed,
Of Aristotle and his plilosophie,
Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie.
But al be that he was a philosophre,
Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre;
But al that he myghte of his freendes hente,
On bookes and his lernynge he it spente,
And bisily gan for the soules preye
Of hem that yaf hym wherwith to scoleye.
Of studie took he moost cure and moost heede,
Noght o word spak he moore than was neede,
And that was seyd in forme and reverence,
And short and quyk, and ful of hy sentence.
Sownynge in moral vertu was his speche,
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.


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