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From: Alli de Nizen
Date: 03 Jun 2004
Time: 05:00:07 -0500
Remote Name: 216.192.3.2
Hmmm. . . reminds me of the song lyrics "cooking in the kitchen with Dinna" . . . but not Shore if elephant garlic would work as well, since the number of cloves seems to verily considerable. If your profession is that of an intern ( with a handle like spiny, I keep thinking cairopractor), the residency issue could get sticky . . . Natures way of disguising predators and prey in "Master and Commander" with the Crowe. Ya gotta love the way they served up the idea of choosing the lesser of two evils and the greater of two goods . . . Nature has so much to teach us about what works out in the real world. Capers . . . well - there is a reason goats like the shrub. (not sure what it is, but there is a reason floating around somewhere. . . ) But you seem to like change, so is a change in residency a Big Deal or are you an old hat at sorting out moving on to New Places? Althoug I suspect that CoKu Tau 4 wont be habitable for some time, I get the sense it will be a happy place to swirl about. Things created from a sense of joy and love tend to radiate good vibes, and it seems to already be clearing dust and making waves in the quiet backwaters of scientific theory. Odd it showed up just as we moved into the sign of Taurus via the Vdeic system. Twenty seven degrees and stratight on till morning. (but what has a little wobble and tilting at windmills got to do with it, when Ike bios keep turning up on D-Day?) Al . . . . ps in case thou art are an intern on the way to becoming a doctor of osteosomethingorother . . . why that is not the worlds oldest profession given the Hippolyte oath, I dont know . . but in any case . . . we can always cook you up a good letter of commendation or consilliation or something of the sort (hat not included). A to N in a few Easy bake oven moves. Ohh . . what kind of pasta do ya like. . .elbow, penne, linquisti, macraoni, fettichinney???? OK, so I got a little carried away . . .