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if mangle was a tyranny, people would have to pass certain tests before posting... moral screening mental screening

'Swine -- you're spending way too much time online... You wd just wanna be updatin' that Sonny Liston page! (But really -- how do you find these sites?)

ancient chinese secret, r.c. Great Mobile Homes of Mississippi

art crimes

I'm sure Swine knows this guy. I can't believe his site came up on my Alta Vista search query 'How do I find a person's home address'? Is This Bogie's Son?

oh yeah. we go out dog huntin' all the time.

I think these guys need some traffic... whatever

pretty stupid. (no offense.)

great day in harlem

mahalia sang. swing down sweet chariot, and deliver us all.

Every time I sit down & start to think seriously abt learning HTML & creating my own website/I stumble across someone else's site that already covers whatever it was I was interested in -- & does a much better job of it that I cd. This is an organization that's got the right ideas abt life. I plan to join immediately! What's Wrong with The World & How To Fix It.

"the internet is not all it smokes crack to be."

How do you find this???? You still hold a job,and surf around.How the hell do you do it?????

i have a global network of web-schlepping lackeys that do all the footwork for me. which basically means that friends e-mail me interesting and not-so-interesting links. some i share. a lot of the really good sites have message boards attached to them. i generally keep those to myself. the sorabji sickness needs to be contained.

I occasionally mention sorabji.com namelessly to other geeks ("this web bulletin board I waste a lot of time on") and always hope they don't ask me for the url.

I never tell anyone I know you people. My reputation is bad enough as it is.

i talk about all of you to everyone.

and i give the URL to prospective employers. it's in the section of my resume entitled "I'm an irreverant asshole"

Ummm, I occasionally mention the existance of this place and its inhabitants to friends and family. My brother has actually snooped around a few times (he may even be seeing this! yikes!)...once, when I asked him if he had read the stuff here recently, he called me a temptress and refused to say anything more. WTF?

Well, you are pretty tempting , Rhiannon, what with your rather sexy white letter on a black background . . .wait, no, thet's everyone else as well...Got me, i don't know wwhat your bro's talking about either.

my friends all think i'm completely insane for meeting anyone from this page. they just can't comprehend how i can tell if any of you are going to be remotely normal. they are frightened that i am not only meeting mark in december, but staying overnight at his apartment, with my child and sister, no less. they heartily disapprove, and i can't say as i blame them. i'm looking forward to the vacation, anyhow. i know he's fine, i just don't really have any hard evidence to explain this fact to others. i just tell them to look at this website, and they will be able to tell, which may be a not-so-good idea.

I told a friend about Mark's audio clips of his improvisations (she's also a pianist, for real, not for pretend like I am) and she heard them and saw the..errr...sorabji part of sorabji.com (the stories, etc.), but I banked on her being too scatterbrained and computer illiterate to find her way to the message board. And I was right. And she told me that she would never involve herself in anything like this because she would think everyone was lying and that everyone was really the creation of 3 60-year-old men who were playing tricks. Or something like that. ~~~~~~~~~~~ It made me feel so gross and horrified when my brother said that to me, because not only did I not know what he was referring to and not only did he tell me something like "well, you're a big girl now, you can talk about whatever you want" (which is a gross thing for him to say anyway), BUT the thought of him spying on me was very disturbing. So now I am unable to say whatever I want, because I don't want him to read it. If you're reading this, and you know who you are, shame on you.

i read that and i know who i am. damn. i say fuck your brother, spider. the only opinion of you that is important is your own.

right........spill it all Rhi....jes let loose....we can hog tie him in the back. If he gets outta hand we can get the beav to take care of him

I find it interesting that people area more suspicious of folks met over the internet than those met in everyday real life. he same people who think Agatha's nuts for meeting someone she only knows thru the net will not think twice about getting into cabs when they don't know the driver, getting on a bus where they don't know anybody, going to a club where they don't know anybody, etc. In this day and age, with so many people on the internet, most folks you interact with are probably going to be damn normal. Rhi: i am sending your tape this afternon, finally.

the nothin' but trash? oh, goody. while you're in the car going to the post office, ummm, do you think you could check out that mule song i need help with? maybe i should flutter my eyelashes? i have a reputation to uphold, after all.

semi - did you ever get my goethe paper towel?

Yes, I did Cyst. In fact, I told my friend about it just tonight. I kept forgeting how to pronounce Goethe. Rhi - I walk to the post office, it's jus tdown the street. But I have to do laundry tomorrow, so what I will do is take my walkman, that tape, and a pad of paper and a pen with me to the laundromat and figure as much of it out as possible. You don't need to flutter your eyelashes at me, although it would make me your slave.

connie imboden

The connie imboden link... photography as profound & unsettling art. A worthwhile link, thanks for posting it.

Oh, I wanted to comment on what semmillama said about people being suspicious about internet folk. I'm always being cautioned and warned by friends & family about exchanging emails with *strangers*, as if email is a completely different thing than the old fashioned penpal exchange. They seem to think that people are going to expend enormous amounts of time and money in tracking me down so that they can stalk me for some inexplicable reason. It's illogical thinking. And yet, these same friends & family will give out personal information freely to people just met at parties, in lounges, whathaveyou and invite them home. Or worse yet, participate eagerly in telephone surveys. I've just stopped telling people I go online.

rhiannon - i listened to that song, and I think you figured out a lot more of the words than I could! Not only does he mumble, but his vocals are mixed below the guitar at times which compounds the problem. From what I understood, it sounded like pretty good lyrics. He just needed to spit out the gum that day.

Rats. Ah, well. I just thought it was a really spooky song for a Mule song (I bet you can see what I mean) and was wondering what was going on. There seemed to be a weird Rumpelstiltskin-esque plot happening ("she promised me her first baby if I promised to go away" -- if that's even what he's saying) and it made me curious. That's actually one of the more intelligible songs he sings. That "Spearfish" song -- "I was pregnant on a horse.....my only son has gone to war"....what is going on *there*? Connie Imboden's site says she has a collection of her photos at my school. I'll have to find them. How does she do what she does? Mirrors?

SwineOnline

oh shit, swine, they found your secret site.

and you sure do got a pretty mouth....

"Pigology: Bone up on swine biology."

Sem -- I got your tape today. Haven't listened to it yet, but I'll let you know when I do. My brother called me last night. He called me "sweetheart" and said he had a present for me "just because." I wonder what he's up to....

the perfect gift for your friendly neighborhood freelance pharmacist

I'll take one for Christmas.

Thats a good one Swine,I saved it.

dilated peoples