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one big purchase.. hmm. calling all offshoots.. calling all offshoots.. styrofoam is here, on the cheap (until the landfills finally close).. You know.. eventually, they will settle on one little ceramic mug.. some already have.. I started bringing my own drinking vessel to classes and such. Germs? had to have been at at least a level of 10 percent of Very Porous Styrofoam. It really is a rather nasty substance. OHHHH.. yes. The sowers actually sent me one of their fancy porcelain mugs.. it was broken into about 300 pieces.. I figured the ups guy picked up the package, and threw it to the ground at least a dozen times, from the fragmentation I observed..

Hey! Dear Friend, nice to see you here.. Hope all is well with you and yours..

I don't know about you.. despite the insanity of the organization. Every decade I have renewed myself, in one way or another.. In the eighties I became an electronics expert. the nineties I became a ham radio operator.. in the 2000's I became a mathematician.. now I'm supposed to become what.. a teacher, professor.. I still remember where all of those Styrofoam cups are buried.

Karma? They don't believe in all of that. What the heck.. maybe that would be a fitting fate.. flowers from my memorial, gracing the podium at da latest class of classes.. well, sorry. I can't exactly promise what has not been delivered, of sorts.. who knows.. maybe nobody will be half inclined to send me flowers or something.. not that I really care or such. Just wonder whose *memorial* they got the other flower displays from.. Yeh.. I can't sell them the flowers if I'm dead now, can I.. Let's just concentrate on the cups. Sowy. Maybe it does not look like it, but from my perspective, this has been the greatest month, year, decade, of my life..

Hey.. maybe this could be a profitable adventure. If they will go for the cups, how about flowers on the cheap? I could find some fabulous floral displays for real cheap..

Absolutely! With proper *gawdly* stewardship, they can be the gift that just keeps on giving..

$15.00 per a thousand. Think of the money you will save.. uniformity? Who needs uniformity.. when one can separate said cups into two or three tiers.. the standard white twelve-ounce cup for the new students.. the fancy twelve-ounce designer cup for crew, grads.. the super twenty ounce super designer type for visiting *dignitaries*, such as limb, region, cabinet members.. all complete with lipstick and bite marks. Squirrel chosen, acquired and approved. Besides, it's a real *bargain*. I'm pretty sure I know where I can dig a few up..

My first thought about the cups.. I saw better ones just lying in the dumpster.. if they needed better looking cups, the suggestion would be logical, though I never made it.. "hey fellas.. I know where there is some real treasure.."

I didn't want my kids to end up having to deal with it.. The only thing I have left are a few books by Bullinger. Well, I tried giving an individual all books, notes, syllabi to sell on ebay before I had computer hooked up to internet, but it ended up in the "repository" of an off-shoot. When I pass from this existence, they will probably give all this junk to my kids.. I should have done what you did, Twinky..

Yep.. hey, they got some mileage out of some cups. Some made it through one class, having been used something like.. twelve times. Then they were carefully cleaned(?) and stored for yet the next class.. Oh, I was one of the new students who met my first styrofoam cup with the distinction of bite marks and lipstick sometime around session three.. and the coffee(?).. first session, well, kinda ok. Then session two.. a "tad" bit weaker, and the hint of a taste of salt.. there is one non-denominational mini-church here, where the ushers lock the exit doors until the sermon is over..

I love these words. But for me, what is the catalyst.. very interesting thoughts. Sorry to cut them in pieces, so to speak.. but that is how they speak to me, in small parts, or small increments.. still very "cool"..

and, it was just what? FICTION. a hundred percent. any likeness to any person, living or dead, purely coincidental.. well.. so we were required to apply supposed logic to fiction..

Sometimes (like next monday) I Have to either be, or pretend to be, the Squirrel, wearing the fish hat.. what would you do, hmm?

We really need both of them.. to really communicate.. poetic, propositional.. I try to use a little more of the poetic language with math 119 students.. yeah.. "but what can (or will) I ever USE this for.." why can't you just enjoy the beauty of it.. A lot of times.. all I can say is.. I HOPE you will use this, in the next class.. or in an appropriate profession, like chemistry, physics..

sorry for the partial quotes. But those are what are speaking to me at the moment.. Poetic knowledge taking precedence over propositional knowledge.. some mathematicians call it geometric knowledge.. I think both have their place. They had to coexist at least at one point in time..

Some of the FINEST campfires and night owls, were immediately outside of my residence, a few years ago. the landlord allowed us to construct a nice fire pit in front, we were several miles outside of town..

sometimes I think we have to step up to that plate, so to speak.. to be or to become the author.. am I on to something.. or is it more of the same nonsense.. sometimes, all there is is a moment of clarity. Because of one of mine, I will NEVER shop at Wally Mart, ever ever again.. I can't mandate any of my supposed godly (or ungodly) ethics on any other living being, except for myself..

There are days.. I'm amazed I end up waking up on the top side of the dirt. well, amazed, no. maybe that does not exactly communicate what I'm thinking..

how about a description. Don't let it frighten you.. god is insane. still in control of sorts, but does he want to, or really want to be responsible for the results, or outcome.. just a question. take it as you wish.. Mathematical precision.. hah. I wish it were all so simple.. I really don't need convinced here.. I'm still a hundred percent faith.. well.. that's the way we (for the most part) have to live, or isn't it? sowy.. too many questions.. I tend to agree with Jewish Mythology.. mostly. something like *most* of divinity gave him(her)self to die for what we have or want in this existence.. where do we go from here..

If you don't mind me saying.. these are the best days of my life..

Excuse the colloquialisms.. I think all kind of weird *dang* happened when the Creator decided to be *real*. No Precision (exactly) needed.. I know.. weird.. it's a work in progress here.. I don't wish or desire to deny the Creator, or His wisdom, on one hand.. or the stupidy of the universe , on the other.. sowy.. Every time I look at the Light.. it isn't logic that beckons.. well, maybe partly.. or maybe some.. or maybe none. At all.. and it is still a good day here..

Inexactness does not bother me, even with metrics..

my initial thought.. the "inexact" numbers are "exact" if only in a different universe.. but they are (sometimes) exact here as well.. take a triangle with two sides of measure one.. the third side is irrational and thus unexact byj estimation even in this universe.. it is said.. some mathematician historical types say it is an old urban legend or something.. Pythagoras either strangled or drowned the guy who figured that out.. I tend to think it was more of a metaphor.. I don't think it is a man made universe.. more like a man(kind) perceived universe..

Well.. despite a few diversions, today was one of the best days of my life. How about you? thought this needed a new topic.. it originated elsewhere here.. Beatles, Spirit, old and new dreams..

the closest fulfillment in this life.. we were all assembled, some mixing with others.. dressed in black.. in my dream, we were all dressed in white.. weird.. it's like.. it was not even close.. then there are times.. sowy, I've said enough.. Well.. despite a few diversions, today was one of the best days of my life. How about you?