patricia

Don't hold your breath. Better yet, why don't you and the fourteen-year-old "pseudo-sophistocate" *GROPER* post recent naked still pictures of YOURselves?? Don't be ridiculous! What is this, seventh grade??? As you said, quoting the great humanitarian, Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along?" I didn't come here to argue.

I look past the vulgarities of our thread originator's comments, to what he is actually saying, much the same way as I would in any conversation and react to that. He posts the way he does, and I post the way I do. I did not use the term "masturbatory device". You did. I was reacting to a small technicality, brought to light regarding whether "personal massagers" were cordless, and so, could not have caused the power outage along the Eastern Seaboard. The suggestion that I could have caused that major inconvenience, by the over-use of my personal massage appliance was made and the explanation was in defence of my innocence of such a dastardly deed. You're interested in TRUTH, JUSTICE AND THE CANADIAN WAY??? Right. And pigs have wings.

Coyness is a word which belongs in the same category as women suffering from the vapours. So Victorian. My natural reserve is neither. I don't need to be liberated. I'm not owned, now will I ever be, as I said earlier. Don't be ridiculous!!! Where did you get the idea that I should entertain YOU?? I'm not a trained seal. I am certainly not attempting to educate you, but was merely reacting to the direction the discussion had taken. Whatever you want to make of my posts is beyond my control. BTW, I was unaware that you were the official spokesperson for the LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD. An unhampered view of the Emperor may not show what you think it would. In fact perhaps it may very well reveal what many already suspect. It may reveal yet another form of vacuousness. The man is an empty suit, but that's merely my opinion. As for seeing his balls, I think not. What we would more likely see is his strings. Pseudo-sophistocated?? Never my intent. Read. Don't read. Whatever you like. I will not be goaded into titillating you, so if that's why you're here, BACK OFF!!!! As I said, I post what I want to share. If you don't find it interesting, why don't you post something better and more interesting Next.................

Well, guys, I was uncharacteristically stuck for words. What can I tell you?? The two poems, one of which made me smile and the other which made me think may not beat my nickname "shit", but how much can be said about our thread-originator's ailing appendages??

AND, while I'm in a philosophical mood, let me share another poem, this time by Leonard Cohen, a Canadian poet, with whom you may be more familiar. "The killers that run..." The killers that run the other countries are trying to get us to overthrow the killers that run our own I for one prefer the rule of our native killers I am convinced the foreign killer will kill more of us than the old familiar killer does Frankly I don't believe anyone out there really wants us to solve our social problems I base this all on how I feel about the man next door I just hope he doesn't get any uglier Therefore I am a patriot I don't like to see a burning flag because it excites the killers on either side to unfortunate excess which goes on gaily quite unchecked until everyone is dead. .......................................... My own view is that blind patriotism, or nationalism, based purely on the accidental place of one's birth, without any other consideration, or thought is very strange to me and totally illogical. Even our closest personal friends have to EARN our loyalty. Why do we set the bar lower for those politicians who hold our very lives in their hands?? For my own part, if a friend lies to me, even once, I never completely trust them again. Nothing else is more important. Now, off to paid labour.............

It's harmless and mildly amusing. If that's the worst thing that happens on the board, we're all Lady Luck's own tots. Let's not sweat the petite stuff. We can all relive our childhoods with our own Deus. HAPPDEE BIRFDAY, yet again!!!

We're all relieved that all is well with your albatross. As for feeling like I'm fourteen again, I don't think so. Sixteen, maybe. When I was fourteen, I was wearing undershirts, riding my bike and eating popsicles. I was a late bloomer. I'm always surprised that I'm a grown-up now, but apparantly I am. My credo is that LIFE is the journey and DEATH the inevitable destination. Not one of us, no matter how grand or accomplished, is more than a blip on the radar in THE BIG PICTURE. Our accomplishments, art, music, literature and how we touched other people are what we leave after we're finally ALL worm-food. Mild depression sometimes brings out the latent philosopher, to my constant chagrin. My apologies, in advance, for my lapse into seriousness. Now, a touch of levity, in the form of a poem, written in 1967. by the Canadian poet, Alden Nowlan: In The Operating Room The anesthetist is singing "Michael, row the boat ashore, Hallelujah!" And I am astonished that his arms are so hairy - like little coppery ferns growing out of his flesh from wrist to shoulder I would like to reach up and touch the hairy arm of the anesthetist because it may be the last living thing I will ever see and I am glad it is not white and hairless - but if I reached up and wound a few whisps of his hair around my forefinger as I would like to do they would think their drugs had made me silly and might remember and laugh if I live, so I concentrate very hard on the song the anesthetist is singing - "The River Jordon is muddy and cold, Hallellujah!" And soon everything is dark and nothing matters and when I try to reach up and touch the hair which I think of now as little jets of fire I discover they've strapped my arms to the table. Back to you...............

Excuse me, The Groper, (while I step over Gary's purile post) but what could be the harm in inviting Patty to come by and view your etchings. It might palliate her *ITCHINGS*. (That tight sweater...you know). I think you and Patty would make perfect strangers and that's why I've introduced her to you. It's high time you made it with a PERFECT STRANGER!! DEEP GROPER, I'm somewhat hurt to have my observations about your President being classified as "Ignorant Canadian Rants". The Emperor has no clothes, GROPER. Don't just read the American press. As for the personal massager details I posted, it wasn't an inventory of my possessions, but merely an explanation of what is, or has been available to those who wish to know about such things. I seek only to inform. Also, I am indeed of slight stature, but I have inner ferocity and resent being "given" to anyone. So I say to our thread originator, nobody owns me and only that which is yours can ever be given away. And I own no tight sweaters, dog sleds or snowmobiles. I don't live in an igloo either. I must admit though, I did feel a slight burst of pride at being described as a "Perfect Stranger". Nobody has ever thought I was a perfect anthing before. Thank you for the lop-sided compliment.

Go and a pox on you, for soaking up the sun, while this scribe is up to her hips in snow and cold. As for Cliff notes, well, I think that you should have to read the unexpugated version, just like the rest of us. Enjoy your holiday!! :

Maybe I'm just a defeatist, but I really don't think you can isolate the schools in the inner city and fix them. The whole culture of the inner city has to be elevated; fixing just the schools strikes me as hopeless... I hope you're wrong. My feeling is that since the parenting skills seem to be stretched to the limit at home, or non-existant in some cases, the teachers are being charged with not only motivating the students. They seem to have become almost surregate parents, teaching values which should already have been hard-wired in the first five or six years, most of that at home. I'm not just talking about poor kids in the inner cities either. Sad.

You're welcome, Conn. To further clarify, I think that if some would check, the original massagers were electric, the way heating pads and electric razers were. Uhh ..Patricia ... " electric RAZERS" would be one of DUBByas secret laser death rays ....whilst " electric RAZORS " would be the appliances for facial ( and other hirsute bodilly areas ) harvesting .. sorry to use your typo for a cheap gag, but the debbile made me dood it!!

A stocking cap, or "togue", a mid-thigh length, heavy, off-white, fisherman-knit sweater over underwear and on my feet, grey wool worksocks, with a red stripe around the top.

You're welcome, Conn. To further clarify, I think that if some would check, the original massagers were electric, the way heating pads and electric razOrs were. They came in a case, with interchangeable heads, for various "soothing personal massages". The pictures, along with the one I mentioned earlier, sometimes would show some guy, massaging his neck, or his lady massaging his sore back with one, presumably using one of the other heads. The more modern, specifically designed, battery-operated models are relatively recent. Nobody, when the original models were first developed, would have bought the modern version, lest they be admitting what they were actually using them for. So, there you go.

What is this plug-in model? Not battery-powered??? Got you there, DEEP! I guess that point had escaped me as well. Brush up on those sex toys, DEEP!! Doubtless, Conn, the model being made reference to was the out-of-my-price-range, A/C adaptable one. Early in their evolution, they were sold through Sears as "personal massagers for those hard to reach areas". The picture in the catalogue used to show a demure young lady, holding one lovingly to her cheek and smiling, gently. Much like the portable CD player, with which I run every morning, these Cadillacs of the personal pleasure variety, should the batteries run down unexpectadly were equipped with an alternative power source. Should one have the mood music playing and the candles lit, and dead batteries shut down the main event, so to speak........................... ...there you go, as it were.

italics mine. The line about "teaching in college" clinches it for me. The principal didn't think he could relate to high school students. All the credentials and well-meaning intentions don't mean squat if you can't teach. You have to be able to clearly get your concepts across to the students. This isn't a case of a qualified teacher being 'too smart' this is the case of a smart man who lacks the training to be a teacher. I'm surprised that, as smart as he is, he views this as a "conundrum." I would be a simple matter to call the principal and ask what about his demeanor made the principal believe he would be better off applying to colleges for a job. Sorry Claypone. I stand corrected. But, I agree with Noj that by setting the bar high and challenging the students, best results are at least a possibility. Relating to high school students does not mean being like them and speaking like them. It means capturing their interest and nurturing their thirst for knowledge, if it exists at all. Being a snob means different things to different people. Whatever the schools are using for standards now, at least in the inner cities, doesn't seem to be working, judging by the dropout rate. Why not try someone different?

Me too. Macbeth has livened up many a humourless evening.

Well, LDB, you've failed miserably. Please Clint, show some self restraint. Our thread originator is pursuing a serious path of enlightenment and spirituality. If you laugh, mocking his attempts at finally being at one with the universe, his pursuit of Nirvana is hobbled and progress set back. I know that from time to time, the posts may not reflect his serious intent, may even be construed as humour and even, [gasp] vulgarity. But that is to misunderstand the gargantuan effort being put forth by our formerly irredeemable provocateur. He is moving toward, at great personal cost, a life of tranquility and grace in the Lord. Let us bow our heads, briefly, and include him in our prayers. It's an uphill battle, but, with our encouragement, not an impossible one. As someone much wiser than I once said, "The longest journey starts with a single step." Never has that truism been as apropos.

Looks really good. Thanks for letting us know about your site.

Relax guys. Hot water, even if it touches the labels, doesn't hurt them. I'm not soaking them in the sink and I'd rather be shot in the eye than use any kind of detergent on them. No problems, so far.

PATTY, PATTY, PATTY, When you're dining out with Prince Charming (aka Mr. Right) and he looks across the table into your eyes as he's doing a puppet show with the LOBSTER CLAWS... .....THE WHEAT AND CHAFF WILL HAVE GONE THEIR SEPERATE WAYS....DUH!! Until such time said Puppet Show occurs might I suggest you go easy on your vibrator (what is it you named it??....STUDLEY HUNGWELL??). Canadian electricity is at a premium. Was STUDLEY the reason for last year's blackout!!??? YOU SHUT THE WHOLE FUCKING NORTHEAST DOWN WHILE FLAILING AND THROBBING WITH *STUDLEY* !! DEEP ( I have to stay permanently fucked up) DAMN!! Did I single-handedly [so to speak] cause the East Coast power failure and is that common knowledge?? I blush. I haven't chosen names for any of my household appliances. Should I?? I don't name my plants either. But, I have been known to speak softly and seductively to my rhodedendron, when he seemed a little limp. He perked up almost immediatly. I like to think my words of encouragement and firm but gentle stroking, directly on his leaves helped.

BITE, Yeah, she's the same chickie who posts at the WOD's (Webmistress of Death). As a result of her posting every spare moment of her rancid Canadian existence on every jazz website on the internet, Patty hasn't been laid since the JOHNSON administration... ...and I mean ANDREW JOHNSON !! DEEP (I stay permanently fucked right out of my brains on one controlled substance or another) Agenbite, Guilty. Yes, I do occasionally post on JC, as well as on one other board. I haven't noticed any problems, I have been hampered by my strange addiction to work, so as a result, I haven't been posting anywhere. much. Although I'm of course touched by our thread originator's concern for my sensual well-being, he needn't worry so much about it. QUALITY, not quantity, when it comes to intimate contact, has always been my credo. The alternative is my hair getting messed up and somebody else's sweat all over me, for no good reason. Yuchh. As a result, I've decided to stop using the approach "May I offer you no-strings-attached sex?" in bars and clubs. Attracts too much chaff.

Man, I just don't fucking get it. This thread is/was in no way meant to be funny. It was serious right outta the gate and it's been so througout. I guess some people are easily amused. DEEP (and man, I mean it...I *DO* STAY FUCKED UP) I respectfully beg to differ. I laughed heartily, fully four times and was thisclose to snickering, to my shame and embarrassment, twice. Otherwise, the subjects discussed so far have been serious searches for the truth. They include scholarly discussions among our number in order to expand our collective knowledge and understanding of the human condition.

Clay, if I'm not mistaken, the applicant didn't get as far as the courtesy of an interview. His feedback was in the form of the e-mail, which he quoted. My opinion stands. I do see your point about intelligence, versis ability to teach, but the screeners, so far, had only his credentials on which to judge his suitability. Fitting into the status quo, already established in the school would seem to be the way that sub-standard results are being obtained. In my experience, setting low standards, both at home and at school produces low standards. If that's the goal, then it's being achieved. Why, by hiring intelligent, motivated applicants, upset the expected results?? Carrying on a tradition which, unfortunately, has gotten the schools where they are today, in the inner cities and elsewhere too. Truly dumb.

SORRY, PATTY, Despite your charming assessment, I didn't save any of it. I'd be willing to bet that KROESEN saved every word. Why not E mail that prick. Note my new log in name. I forgot my password and also the password for my hotmail. Any PM to me have not been read as I forgot how to get on with that log in. GONE! DEEP (I Stay Fucked UP) (I can't wait to see this message mirrored) My apologies if you took offence to my comment. The ongoing saga, to which reference was being made, was funny, ribald and very creative. Your ego is very healthy, if somewhat outsized. Which assessment do you object to?? I'm surprised that your skin is so thin, considering what your comments to me have been. Charming isn't the word I would use to describe your cavalier summing-up of me.

Guaranteed continuing mediocrity. Yeah. Good idea. I echo Maren's reaction. My God. That explains a lot.