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Just curious. I am seriously considering a second masters degree.. if the particular university is willing to adopt me. I'm figuring.. with a teaching assistantship and stipend, I will incur no further debt, and make roughly the same salary I am making now.

Sometimes.. I feel like I'm beating about in the dark with a white cane..

It appeared to be a hexagonal building. Glass walls.. or made of some kind of crystal..

It's NEVER too nippy for roasting wienies. Even if I run out of charcoal.. there's always the old coleman stove.. gets pretty "dern" hot.. I just have to start the thing up far away from flammable structures, wait for the flames to calm down..

What if you woke up one morning and found that everything you believed was just plain wrong.. an experience like that is one thing.. but then I don't know how interested I'd be in making money selling books about it..

Hey, I'll figure out some way to host it.. There have already come and gone at least a dozen GS participants which I would have loved to have met..

I hope this little snippet survives fair use policy on Youtube.

It is the Unspoken Rule. Even among other evangelical movements: Never speak against The Product. Never mind that it does not work.. or has had a rather poor track record.. its rough times.. gotta sell sell sell.. If you don't mind.. one more observation. victor embraced the Product, not the Producer.. something to be sold.. the Product must be preserved, hallowed, and protected, at all costs..

If I could answer that question: "other people" think it is a Sin to speak anything except what "the word" says.. "positive promises".. promises of redemption.. "we only talk about the Word" was what one "minister" I knew proclaimed, after criminal sexual conduct occurred on his watch.. in other words, there is a buck to be made on victor's supposed legacy. And it is a Cardinal Sin to even remotely consider contaminating it..

If you don't mind me adding.. just being born into this existence gives one wounds which cannot possibly be healed..

What if, what if. You woke up one morning, and found EVERYTHING you ever believed, or hoped for, was just plain wrong.. so what happens.. the only thing I am looking, for, step by step is the next step.. if it isn't there, I am done for, so to speak.. the next step might bring me far, far north.. I'm at a cusp (or sharp edge) at the moment.. a cusp is a sharp edge.. it demands one to be on one side or the other.

maybe.. it is a matter of having a conscience seared with a hot iron..

It seems most of the citizens have abandoned Paradise City.. this is such a sad end for some individual's hopes..

Seared, means cauterized. A seared injury would then display no open wounds. Searing pretty much seals the matter.. is that the problem of the soul for some.. I dunno.

I understand this. Well, at least I think so.. It's kind of like.. if one is a bank robber, one might go lightly and try to identify with or justify another persons behavior in strong-arming bank tellers and the like.. maybe a child abuser could "go easy" on a similar soul.. and unsuccessful or "busted" false prophets just might go easy on others of their kind.. maybe they are robbed of the intellectual freedom which just might allow them to point any kind of incriminating finger, since it points back at their own miserable selves..

deleted, double post :) Me too.

Kit, I hope you remember this music, before losing a lot of your hearing..

Heh.. as screwed up as it is.. it is a beautiful life..

it was a dream, or vision, that only others could regard as sold. The Dream still lives within me.. even if it is or were a false dream, or false vision. Tell me that it isn't so..

Fifth of August, last request of info.. It's now a month later. Is Mr. Geero Miraculously barely holding on to the present reality? Inquiring Squirrels would like to know.

Maybe that is what saved me from heroin, or the like.. needles. I had about 100 or so shots of whatever to save me from an extreme poisin ivy reaction when I was young, dull, sterilized and partially re-sharpened needles. I thought anyone who would voluntarily stick a needle in their arm, to be insane.. now when I get a blood draw, only once has the technician hit a nerve. I guess now you don't even need a needle.. there are chemicals which allow the substance to pass directly through the skin.. on contact..

I would say largely blame the British for this nonsense.. http://www.china-mike.com/chinese-history-timeline/part-11-qing-dynasty/ Its not too long of a read. It would require an effective Navy to fix the problem..

Pasteurized. That was the word I was looking for..

The last seven gallons, I have no idea what I am going to do with. Well.. they are brought to boiling. What is the scientific word.. it alludes me at the moment..

that is the Last Resort. I like the idea of expending a little energy, if necessary. Cook the little varmints.. put them in jars.. and the deed is done. No further energy or technology necessary to keep them frozen, or whateve.. drying is a good idea, but the Michigan sun is not entirely cooperating at the moment.