... walk without rhythm and you won't attract the worm.....    Would someone please invent salt and pepper, deep fried, bacon wrapped squid to make my life complete. Thanks in advance. Ok, so a little about me. I am socially inept, disconcertingly blunt, demonstrably maladjusted and unaccustomed to positive feedback. Music:   Taj Mahal  The Black Keys Beastie Boys Jimi Hendrix Corrosion of Conformity Metallica Gil Scott-Heron      Barleyjuice Fishbone Black Sabbath Carlos Montoya Skip James Bob and Ziggy Marley Soundgarden Dead Can Dance Marcus Miller Fleetwood Mac Johnny Cash - don't ask me why, I don't know why, just do. Monster Magnet James Blunt Motorhead (late) Beatles John Lennon Gordon Lightfoot       Rage Against The Machine Goyte Modest Mouse     Bob Dylan     Any string quartet playing anything but really like Spanish, Gypsy and Celtic styles Pink Floyd Tom Waits     Jeff Beck Muddy Waters Willie Dixon Bilal Karaman Led Zep Blind Melon Big Sugar Alice in Chains  Iron Maiden Placido Domingo STP Favorite Comedians:   Tim Minchin George Carlin Edward Current Ray Comfort   Hero's: Carl Sagan   E. O. Wilson Pierre Trudeu James D. Watson Christopher Hitchens   Brett McCormick      George Carlin       Pat Condell Jeb Corliss   UNCLE ROY.....UNCLE MELVIN and UNCLE NORBERT'S PHILOSOPHY CORNER Ol' Roy told me once "If you can stay calm while all around is chaos, then you prob'ly haven't completely figgered the situation."     Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly, and for the same reason.     Enslave the mind and the body will follow to its own destruction if so commanded.     "A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push." - Wittgenstein     "And thus I clothe my naked villany. With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, and seem a saint when most I play the devil." from Hamlet                    Prohibit the taking of omens, and do away with superstitious doubts. Then, until death itself comes, no calamity need be feared. Sun Tzu THE CONQUEROR WORM. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ LO! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly — Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo! That motley drama — oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore, By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness, and more of Sin, And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes! — it writhes! — with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out — out are the lights — out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm.     _____________________________________________________________ The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. - Proust _________________________________________________________   Take only what you need.