September 3rd, 2003

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I would like to announce my canidacy for the office of President of the United State of America.

If I am elected President, I will face the challenge of the threat most endangering America today. Yes, I will stand up to that demon known as Tooth Decay. To help fight this problem, we need more people to brush their teeth. There for I will make it manditory that all toothpaste have cocaine in it. This will make people want to brush their teeth, and start their day with plenty of energy.

Thank you, and I hope to see you in 2004.
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Beach trip, attempt number 2...

I was thinking the last weekend of September (this month) or the first weekend of October, depending on which weekend my Grandfather is not using it.

But brokenchains mentioned she would be in Portland the weekend of October 18th. So, Re, does this mean if we moved it you could go to the beach with us? My only concern about pushing it back is, the later it is, the worse weather we are likely to have.

So, who else wants to go? Sand. Waves. Friendly people. Relaxation. Watching skrape do that weird dance she does when she get's sand in her undies. We have a great view.

So far skrape and soshesays should be going.There is a large musty common room in the basement (and a baseroom with clothes washer and dryer, in case your closed get to dirty to pack). Upstairs, there are two bedrooms (but only one has a bed, and it's mine!), a bathroom, kitchen and living room. There should be bedding for four in the basement, another 4 could sleep in the living room. two or three in the bedroom sans bed. And then my room, I suppose I could share with one other person.

Anyway, who wants to go be a surfer bum for a weekend? :-)
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I can not believe I have not read any Kerouac before this. This book is a work of sublime genius. I'm finding I could read this book quickly, but I am rather reading it slowly to let it sink in. To let it's philosophical greatness wash over me, and let it's currents carry me to ideas as of yet unseen.

...Japhy leaping up: "I've been reading Whitman, you know what he says, Cheer up slaves, and horrify foriegn despots, he means that's the attitude for the Bard, the Zen Lunacy bard of old desert paths, see the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanders, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all the crap they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars, at least new fancy cars, certain hair oils and deodorants and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy, and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and all living creatures...
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With these stupid rate me journals, I'm suprised I haven't seen any Survivor-esque rate me journals, where everyone is a member, and each day someone is voted out of the community.

And just think of the fun people would have reviving the "YOU are the weakest link!" phrase.