AdamSmith

Julia Child would never speak the accursed word 'margarine,' referring to it always only as 'the other spread.' 'Some prefer to use The Other Spread but I never dooo!'

Careful what you wish for.

Please don't bring trashful shit here.

If you will pay Oz's development expenses therefrom!

Although (in seriousness) the University of Southern Illinois at Carbondale has long been a premiere center of learning, teaching and research. In the hard sciences, literature and others of the humanities, and much else. http://siu.edu/

Fully agree. Numbers of them would even find Carbondale, IL intimidating.

Where it don't shine?

Then are you G. Takei? Welcome back! We hunger to hear salacious life stories...!

And to various Others... http://d2buyft38glmwk.cloudfront.net/media/cms_page_media/2016/1/3/DA6-ep1_Quote_Violet_01_655-X-350.jpg

I like you. (I really do.) Bur we are ALL Nasty Little Shits here.

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I can only report that I enjoyed greatly posting Over There in HooBoy's time, when the joint was like the Pleistocene (or whenever), occupied by predatory, highly intelligent for the day, meat-eating dinosaurs of every stripe. O the day for woodlawn... Fin Fang Foom... Rick Munroe at the sharp end of his knife!... Et al.!

Little Gidding T.S. Eliot ... V What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. And every phrase And sentence that is right (where every word is at home, Taking its place to support the others, The word neither diffident nor ostentatious, An easy commerce of the old and the new, The common word exact without vulgarity, The formal word precise but not pedantic, The complete consort dancing together) Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, Every poem an epitaph. And any action Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start. We die with the dying: See, they depart, and we go with them. We are born with the dead: See, they return, and bring us with them. The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree Are of equal duration. A people without history Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel History is now and England. With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, always-- A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flames are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. The Little Gidding is the last of T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets. For a good biographical site on Eliot and some analysis of his poetry, go to the Academy of American Poet's website. http://www.columbia.edu/itc/history/winter/w3206/edit/tseliotlittlegidding.html [Emphases inserted by yer umble redactor AS.]

Russian meddling?

Here, I think, is a good characterization of one essential difference between This forum and That Other one (I think no need to say which is which)... One of the first interesting experiences I had in this project at Princeton was meeting great men. I had never met very many great men before. But there was an evaluation committee that had to try to help us along, and help us ultimately decide which way we were going to separate the uranium. This committee had men like Compton and Tolman and Smyth and Urey and Rabi and Oppenheimer on it. I would sit in because I understood the theory of the process of what we were doing, and so they'd ask me questions and talk about it. In these discussions one man would make a point. Then Compton, for example, would explain a different point of view. He would say it should be this way, and he would be perfectly right. Another guy would say, well, maybe, but there's this other possibility we have to consider against it. I'm jumping! Compton should say it again! So everybody is disagreeing, all around the table. Finally, at the end, Tolman, who's the chairman, would say, “Well, having heard all these arguments, I guess it's true that Compton's argument is the best of all, and now we have to go ahead." It was such a shock to me to see that a committee of men could present a whole lot of ideas, each one thinking of a new facet, while remembering what the other fellow said, so that, at the end, the decision is made as to which idea was the best - summing it all up without having to say it three times. So that was a shock. These were very great men indeed. Los Alamos From Below: Reminiscences 1943-1945, by Richard Feynman http://calteches.library.caltech.edu/34/3/FeynmanLosAlamos.htm