A place for the weary travelers to drop their packs and warm their hands by the hearth. Listen to the old men telling lies by the checker board or the young troubadour playing a song of courtly love. Or, if reality's your thing, read my stuff. "There is only one difference between a madman and me. I am not mad." -- Salvador Dali (1904-1989) Spanish surrealist painter
What do you think of this quote from Keats, taken from "Ode on a Grecian Urn":
posted by Bobby @ 4:58 PM
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I've done everything from fall 60 feet off a cliff, to work an underground wrestling promotion, work as dj and music director for a gospel radio station, publish various kinds of writing for small, national journals, and I've spent a lot of time on the internet. But I don't want to try encapsulating myself in 1200 words. Read my stuff and you'll come to know me.
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Did I leave a senesless post on here earlier?
You didn't leave a senesless post. Neither did you leave a senseless one.
Does no one want beans?
I will fart on you, ill eat more beans and fart fart fart...smell the victory!
I can't take that chance. You've just disqualified yourself from a chance at the beans.
Anyone else? I can't believe no one wants to win beans. Cheryl? Sarah?
Joel the Metro -- you know you like to gas it up....
Oh, what am I? Chopped liver?
You still owe me a can of corn....ill fart anyways....free of charge!
Liver n onions are good eatin!!
Cheryl, valiant attempt but you are disqualified due to a run-on sentence that has left my head spinning like a b-boy.
Tom, Nikki took your corn. I believe it is long gone by now. She threw a corn-eating party with her room-mates.
Lorie, you are, in fact, chopped liver. But I would like your thoughts on the topic.
I disagree with Cheryl, I don't think that the truth is always beautiful. (Take, for example, the truth of the depravity of man.) Nor is beauty always true. (Take, for example, the beauty of a made-up world in a movie or painting, or a unicorn.)
[Aside: I can't believe I just referenced a unicorn.]
...or middle earth
Ah, yes, but it was I who referenced the unicorn...
unicorns are cool, i remember the movie the last unicorn, from the 80's
I will take all arguments into consideration. Meanwhile, perhaps more people will take the challenge.
But Lorie and Cheryl, as to what's fair -- I have two words for you:
BENITO JUAREZ!!!
If beauty is truth and truth is beauty then was is it that ugly goes straight to the bone? Seizure later...
sorry, then WHY is it that ugly goes straight to the bone. Seizure later...
Will wins the beans.
Even with the typo.
Sorry, losers. But there is a balm in Gilead.
Actually, I agree that Will is DEFINITELY the weener of this "competition".
And that is not a typo. :)
Called him a Weener Man!
Oooooooooooo!
Actually, to go on a similar vein as King's earlier remarks, I think we often (even in the Church) correlate beauty with truth, but they are not synonyms. Harold Best talks about this extensively. Sometimes we create beautiful art that has very little truth in it. We worship at the feet of beauty.
Lori, I know your upset that my lame funny little quote won the beans but that was Bobby's call. He is the judge. I can always have you over for dinner one night when I have weeners and beans. Seizure later...
Will: that's not half as mad as she's gonna be when she finds out you left the "e" off of her name. But dinners at Will's house are always great, even when everyone ends up body-slamming each other on the living room floor.
Cheryl: I never threaten people. And if you say that one more time, I'm gonna sma -- uh, I mean, I never threaten people.
Oh sorry about that Lori. That was not a typo. :) Seizure later...
Ha, ha, ha. Okay, so what's for dinner?
Other than beanie-weenies, of course.
How about Meatloaf?
Will has a Masters in Meatloaf.
And a Doctorate in Hospitality.
Meatloaf sounds perfect. I can't any sugar, though. I'm allergic.
Just keep that in mind, please. :)
I meant, "I can't EAT any sugar, though...".
Being allergic is not the same thing as being anti-carb. Besides, didn't you anyone ever tell you that it doesn't count on the weekends? Eating rules, I mean. The rules only count from Monday breakfast through Friday lunch. From Friday night through Sunday, it's Katie-bar-the-door.
No need to worry Lorie, I don't put sugar in my meatloaf. Don't know of too many people that do. What would make you think that sugar would even be considered? I'm Will not Willie Wonka and the Meatload Factory. Seizure later...
Will: Lorie has a medical condition called "Perpetual Hunger-itis." She was assuming that you'd make other dishes too, because if it was just meatloaf, she'd have that down in 2 seconds flat.
Luckily for her health, she works out every day.
I wasn't picking; I was explaining. It's actually because I care.
Otherwise, Will would think she was an idiot for requesting no sugar in her meatloaf.
As to you, poor misunderstood Cheryl -- tread lightly. You're on Jive To The Monkey. Wooooo!
Cheryl, many thanks, my friend.
Boys, stop being silly. Of COURSE I know there's no sugar in meatloaf (although you'd be surprised---ketchup is laden with sugar, so if your meatloaf recipe includes ketchup or other pre-prepared sauces...). I had heard, however, of Will's prowess with not only main dishes but desserts as well and was, as the sad lunar pup put it, "assuming" that there would be a full-course meal. Perhaps I was wrong, but that would mean that you didn't learn much in your PhD in Hospitality program! :)
This column is making me very hungry.
Why yes Lorie, I do put ketchup in my meatloaf. Meatloaf wouldn't be meatloaf unless there was ketchup in it. And yes, you're probably right, I would have fixed something sweet with a lot of sugar for dessert. So are you saying that since I put ketchup in my meatloaf, you won't be joining us for dinner?
That's what she's saying! That's what she's saying! More for me! More for me! Meatloaf! The Precious!
Boing! Boing! Boing!
Good grief.
Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing! Boingboingboingboingboing!!!
Or SOMEthing.
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