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	The sea is calm tonight.
	The tide is full, the moon lies fair
	Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
	Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
	Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
	Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
	Only, from the long line of spray
	Where the sea meets the moon-blanched sand,
	Listen! you hear the grating roar	
	Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
	At their return, up the high strand,
	Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
	With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
	The eternal note of sadness in.
	Sophocles long ago
	Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
	Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
	Of human misery; we
	Find also in the sound a thought
	Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
	The Sea of Faith
	Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
	Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
	But now I only hear
	Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
	Retreating, to the breath
	Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
	And naked shingles of the world.
	Ah, love, let us be true
	To one another! for the world, which seems
	To lie before us like a land of dreams,
	So various, so beautiful, so new,
	Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
	Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
	And we are here as on a darkling plain
	Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
	Where ignorant armies clash by night.

		Matthew Arnold

11/30/00 03:53:15
I have aquired a time-share fruitbitch! The peasants rejoice!

In other news, there is now a page for my creative writing.

Finally, the new niftiness in format is a flat steal from Hamish Sinclair, who runs the truly astounding Marathon's Story page. If you ever touched this game, you owe it to yourself to check this page out.
11/29/00 17:28:47

Added: contact information.
11/29/00 01:50:11

New bit of cheeriness at the bottom of the page. Image copyright Pete Abrams, from his excellent comic Sluggy Freelance. Go read.
11/28/00 01:39:55

We can go downward and inward -- or we can stand in high places and reach out.

11/27/00 23:46:05

New pages appear like mad: Much goodness from Sappho, and some other top-notch verse. Also updates to the links page.
11/27/00 10:16:08

Yay daytime updates. For Elena and the rest, CDC Reeve quotes are up. If you're not Elena and the rest, read them anyway.

Coming soon: Jolt Cola sponsorship. Really. If I've got empty bottles strug from my ceiling, they can bloody well sponsor me.
11/26/00 0:31:42

Poetry change. Expect more. Old poetry archived soon. Check out what I want to do with my life.

I got a replacement coffeepot.
11/14/00 22:12:51

A picture of South Eugene high school has been added here. Big image, may take a minute or two to load for you poor fools without a real (read Ethernet+) connection.

And I broke my goddamn coffepot. Is there no justice to the universe?
11/13/00 21:45:07

Poking about on the net, I was able to come up with a charming picture of my house from space. And you thought the US government was only good for taking your money! Coming soon: Reed, South Eugene HS, and more!
11/8/00 23:12:58

The OCA has sent me a reply! I do believe I was graced by the wisdom of Bonnie Mabon, wife of Lon ("God's Only Messenger") Mabon. Maybe it's just me, but I was not impressed with this reply. It dismissed the argument I put forward out of hand, and put forward not one but two arguments with no justification, citation, or even explanation.

But then, did we expect the OCA to have an intelligent response?

11/6/00 17:29:42

Today I sent a very interesting letter to the OCA, prompted by this webpage. We'll see what they say. My friend Sara maintains that no good will come of it, but I'm not quite as cynical. I'll put up a response if one comes.

In other news, the links section has seen minor updates, and there has been a style change to the whole page ... see spiffy new links?.

10/26/00 00:46:05

Many changes to the site, yeeees. And more to come. In other news, The Cell is a disturbing movie. I mean -- the horse? Somebody call Stile.

Herein lies assorted randomness...