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| By Bubba on Tuesday, June 16, 1998 - 11:05 pm: |
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| By New england on Wednesday, June 17, 1998 - 04:35 pm: |
but i cant think of it right now. uh-oh. |
| By Asia on Thursday, June 18, 1998 - 04:23 pm: |
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| By Asia on Thursday, June 18, 1998 - 04:28 pm: |
crazy connecticut people! |
| By Asia on Thursday, June 18, 1998 - 04:40 pm: |
so, all things considered, i dont think im stupid anymore, but i think i WAS stupid when i lived in ny. and, following that train of thought, the farther away from ny i go, the less stupid i become. it's pretty neat. |
| By Sister syrup on Thursday, June 18, 1998 - 09:16 pm: |
a simple antidote to stupidity. . . . . . . |
| By Bubba on Thursday, June 18, 1998 - 11:54 pm: |
I thought that if I came up nawth I'd either end up robbed, mugged, or come home in a pine box. Friends, neighbors and family sometimes would talk about going up there, and how thankful they were that they made it back home in one piece. Even my own brother said he came up one time and NEVER wanted to go back. I thought that was the way it was. But I was stupid. I met a friend. An awsome friend that changed my life. A friend from up north, the big city. Knew all about it. I tried my best to convince them how bad it was compared to down here, and the longer we talked the more I started to wonder if what I'd been hearing all my life was really true. So one day they invited me up for a visit. And I went. Never been anywhere big really other than Atlanta, Dallas, Chattanooga, Birimgham, Mobile, Miami, places like that, and felt like I had been through the *city experience* and wouldn't be such a big deal. But it was nothing like what I was about to experience. Everything was ok, zipping along the road, them driving like HELL but somehow managing not to ever hit anything, was like being INSIDE a video game, was actually pretty kewl. Everything was going great - until we got out of the car smack in the middle of china town. There were a MILLION people. People EVERYWHERE. Moving, walking, running, and if you looked up and down there was nothing other than even more people and HUGE buildings. I had no idea where I was, there were no landmarks I could recognize, I didn't have a compass, couldn't see the sun, and worse of all they hadn't let me bring my survival kit and thus was totally unarmed. It hit me, if I get lost, I'm dead meat. All of a sudden I got scared. Scared AND stupid. What a combination. I mean I'm a pretty big good ole southern fella, do an excellent job of kicking ass when absolutely necessary, and never really had many problems, but for the first 15 minutes on the street in NYC all I could do was watch my back and try to keep my eyes on my friend. But they were there for me. Told me everything was fine. Didn't let me freak. Kept me out of trouble just long enough, that I could open my mind as well as my eyes and begin to take in what had overwhelmed me at first. Within a half hour I was totally amazed. Yes there were millions of people, but if I started looking at the wonderous variety instead of the sheer masses, filtering the amount of input that was overwhelming my brain, I began to realize that though I was in the midst of a sea of people it was still a sea of individuals. People are people regardless of where you live, where you come from, how you talk, and how stupid you are. Some even smiled at me. I was like DAMN. It was a WONDERFUL experience. An adventure I'm sure to repeat many a time in my life. All because someone took a little time, to make a friend. I'm still short, fat and southern, just not quite as stupid as I used to be.. To that damn yankee that helped me see the light: Thank you for looking beyond whats on the outside, And finding good on the inside. Your forever friend. :) |
| By Asia on Friday, June 19, 1998 - 10:19 am: |
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| By Kelsey on Friday, June 19, 1998 - 06:21 pm: |
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| By -oDDBALL oDD- on Monday, July 13, 1998 - 07:05 am: |
When I was in my mid-twenties I was genuinely stupid. Dangerously stupid. Not a BAD person. Just a plain-ol', garden variety dummass. I WAS BO-LIVIOUS! |
| By Cher on Monday, July 13, 1998 - 03:27 pm: |
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| By Rich Young on Tuesday, August 4, 1998 - 06:24 pm: |
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But, on the other hand, he adored his wife. Marianne, her name was. He proposed to her the day he met her, and when he died, his last spoken words were her name. |
sometimes, when people don't call me nate, they call me nathan. |
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Sorry about that. |
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I am so smart! "S" "M" "R" "T" I mean "S" "M" "A" "R" "T" |
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The Odyssey is a classic because it fits two tests: well told, and it conveys universal insight into what used to be called the "human condition". Underneath the fantastic monsters and wild geography there are the whole range of epic human emotions: love, fear, hate, jealousy, suspicion, revenge, brotherhood, hope, greed, lust. I find it to be still relevant to my life. One of my Russian professors little jokes about the murky origin of the Illiad and Odyssey was: "Was the Odyssey written by Homer or someone else with the same name?" Not slap yourself funny, but in the context of this eccentric little man, it could be droll. Those wacky academic inside jokers. |
some of the Odyssey is okay....every now and then it gets exciting for a moment (I think I've come to book 13 or 14). Odysseus just lost a bunch of his men to whatsername with all those heads and arms - that part was neat. But mostly it bores me because of the constant repetition (I understand why it's there) and the droning quality. it's similer to the bible. It feels like one long drawn-out sentance. My teacher seems to really like it too. I get the feeling the more you read it the better it gets, but I'll be happy to get through it just once. If you want to give me some insight on the poem, Markus, I'd be happy to see it. We have a test coming up and I'm pretty sure it's going to be mainly on the Odyssey. I wish we would get back to Euripides. |
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