| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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In Italy, it is forbidden for women to enter most churches if they're wearing shorts or short skirts. Too tempting, I guess...never mind that they show nudity in their soap commercials... So, when I was in Italy last Christmas and standing outside of St. Mark's in Venice, I happened to overhear a man speaking angrily to a priest about the shameless hussy in the miniskirt he saw walking around in church. But the funny part was that he prefaced this tirade against this woman's immorality with "Porco Dio!" which literally means "pig God" and is considered a very vulgar and blasphemous expletive. Ummm...ironic, no? |
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Rhiannon, maybe he wanted to pork that girl, so he was praying to the pork god, instead of calling the one true god a pig god? |
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and i was sitting at this desk and there had been people there probably all day and stuff so i was looking to see what other people looked at on the internet. and there it was sorabji.com. i had heard of the composer and was interested in what mysteries lie inside. there was this wide eyed picture of Mark and this picture of the phone booths he had used often when he first moved to new york, in a downstairs lobby. and i read the erection story. i was hooked. i remember my birthday and everyone wished me a happy one and mark even e-amiled me. it was like meeting a superstar to me. this guy who had birthed a site that had given me hours of wonder and intrigue. tho i never understod the whole geese thing. i have reccomended it to many people i know. sometimes i still feel like this site belongs only to me. (sigh) thank you Mark. |
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i did an altavista search on "happiness" and found... |
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I found out through...badly remembered lyrics of old show tunes and mismatched piano blues in the humid starry nights of sweat shared sheet, and thinking I've never too many Sarah's in my life, and a tinkering down the hill with Never enough Jack and Always too much Jill (and the Beav) into the darkened recessed of strange places like regarding.com and Meg's folks, other folks, Derek's Fray.org folks, and the personal invite to his birthday in SF, live and uncut, or Julie's AWAKEN.org/transmission. And then of course I was relaxing Afterdinner.com when I squirkle.com/ooze -d through some syrupdotdiggitydo and created an Elegant Mess after leaving the osric/White Crow. Not to mention refreshing myself after spending all my life in what seemed to be the desert, long before Burning Man became popular with my technogeek friends. But THE NEKKID AND RESTLESS did teach me that the "only thing she was wearing was handgrenades hanging from her belt." and no tan lines. CUZ Fireland.com Text Products I found out is not the same as BurningMan.com.... And then too, GlimmerTrain.com (special note to Heather to read this) was nothing like this place. Bitterwsweets.org/contrib.html#christina and the hog rollers at navelgazer.com don't know they both highly recommended Mark's work with only a click and a wish, and I've never figured out if anyone really knows anyone here, (communities.msn.dlsmithsmspresscom) but I am meeting the Swell Bunch of you all right here (404NOTFOUND) at the tips of my fingers (Blisteredandsore.can), and liking it except for the nasties(homerandelmerdotheweb.cam), and being grateful for Mark and Disney whomever they really are, for paying the electric bill to keep the place running commercial free. |
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i don't remember how i got here, except that it was about 4 am, nearing finals for the fall semester. i was in college, during what i now refer to as "the bad years." those were the years leading to the deconstruction, a dark time when, in spite of my efforts to believe in something, i realized that i was a nihilist. i lived in a dorm room by myself, room number 324. It was a twin tower highrise dorm, and my third floor room looked across at the girls' tower. i used to sit on my bed at four in the morning, what i then considered to be the best time of the day, and look out to the other tower, looking for lighted windows that meant someone else was awake. i was sometime during those early hours when i came across this site. the story from December 6, 1997 was on the front page. i still have that page stored on my hard drive. the stories gave me some sort of bearing, some sort of connection.. i only posted once. i sent mark alot of payphones, from wal-mart and dennys and stuff, that i went out and got at 4 in the morning. i had bought a little notebook to write them in. once, a man was spraying the sidewalk with a hose. he gave me a funny look for writing down payphone numbers at 4 in the morning. i gave him a funny look for spraying the sidewalk with a hose. i remember sending in my payphones and saying "here's some phone numbers - they're not really great or anything, but you can add them to your list" mark wrote me back and said "no, those are really great, because you see - they're everywhere and they're nowhere." those words impacted me more than martin buber |
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i found sorabji many moons ago through maggy donea's old old journal website. |
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LS |
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kind of what happened today incase anyone remembers me.. how is everyone? Pez hows life away from home im assuming some vagrant hasnt stolen you away from us yet! gees my english is bad tonigh but i blame that engrish site that hether or someone recomended! |
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My wife and I were getting a few weird calls from a payphone and we wanted to track it down. I've been here eversince. |
Seriously, this was one of the websites that make up the odd ball web of hell.com Or it used to be anyway. |
graham norton is the best thing on tv. |
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I watch for Monty Python and try to watch it when it comes on. But mostly I miss it. Sometimes they have other good shows. I like BBC news. LS |
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