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To: Gauguin who wrote (57254)	12/17/2000 3:16:51 AM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

He lives and breathes. Much like the young John Barleycorn cut down in his prime, that is no way to stop him. John Barleycorn A Ballad by Robert Burns There was three Kings into the east, Three Kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough'd him down, Put clods upon his head, And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead. But the cheerfu' Spring came kindly on, And show'rs began to fall; John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surpris'd them all. The sultry suns of Summer came, And he grew thick and strong, His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears, That no one should him wrong. The sober Autumn enter'd mild, When he grew wan and pale; His bending joints and drooping head Show'd he began to fail. His colour sicken'd more and more, He faded into age; And then his enemies began To shew their deadly rage. They've ta'en a weapon, long and sharp, And cut him by the knee; Then tied him fast upon a cart, Like a rogue for forgerie. They laid him down upon his back, And cudgell'd him full sore; They hung him up before the storm, And turn'd him o'er and o'er. They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim, They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim. They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe, And still, as signs of life appear'd, They toss'd him to and fro. They wasted, o'er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones; But a miller us'd him worst of all, For he crush'd him between two stones. And they hae ta'en his very heart's blood, And drank it round and round; And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound. John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise, For if you do but taste his blood, 'Twill make your courage rise; 'Twill make a man forget his woe; 'Twill heighten all his joy: 'Twill make the widow's heart to sing, Tho' the tear were in her eye. Then let us toast John Barleycorn, Each man a glass in hand; And may his great posterity Ne'er fail in old Scotland!

To: Gauguin who wrote (57254)	12/17/2000 6:26:32 AM
From: Ish	Respond to of 71178

'bout time you showed up. You missed the turkey Double N was saving for you. Probably just as well. <<I'm being fumigated. They put a big tent over.>> Bugs in your house? I thought they only did that in the South.

To: Gauguin who wrote (57254)	12/17/2000 9:04:40 AM
From: Rick Julian	Respond to of 71178

Dude!

To: Gauguin who wrote (57254)	12/17/2000 11:35:32 AM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 71178

How like you to return with such an incredibly perfect and apt metaphor, dropped into our midst like a pearl. Post of pearl. (DAR answer to Chariots of Fire, Heart of Darkness, King of Hearts) There are, remember, wonderful patterns and meaning in that hectic Mayan confusion. Or maybe not. It could just be - the artwork of a large deranged toddlergod. Is this a personal fumigation? (We never thought you smelled that bad) Or a household fumigation? (WHat DID the cats bring in?) My day is brighter, my spirits high. We hope you're more than passing by. I leave all happy because of you, Even though now BOTH my kids have flu.

To: Gauguin who wrote (57254)	12/17/2000 12:15:39 PM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Respond to of 71178

So I finally got my computer going again and got away from people asking me about cookies and Xmas lights (???) to post what I told someone would be something clever to you. Could it be the cold slowing down my brain, or just me? Not feeling so clever. there's a cricket crawling across the floor. I miss you and the curious, unique paths your pictures send my mind down. I'm not near so clever without you. A brush without the hand that guides it. k, I'm going back to the chalkboard to draw something funny.

To: Gauguin who wrote (57254)	12/19/2000 12:03:07 AM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in.

To: Gauguin who wrote (57254)	12/20/2000 11:00:27 PM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Luminarias. Got some?

To: Gauguin who wrote (57254)	12/21/2000 8:39:44 AM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Am contemplating the need for an experiment to find out if dogs and cats speak differently depending on what language their owners speak. Now, I'm not talking about WOOFS and MEOWS... nope... for I do believe there are some "universal animal sounds"... nope.... I am talking about those more subtle "talking sounds" that animals make... For instance.... Once had a cat that grew up in a French household... and he made the strangest sounds.... seriously... he did... He would go around the house making this weird, inquisitive sound that went something like... "Mais oui?" "Mais oui?" It was freakish sounding... Never had a cat that made that kind of noise before or since. Now, it's no secret at all that animals are subject to comprehending language differences... You know... like... having "mother ears" as opposed to "mother tongues".... For instance, say "COME" to a French dog and he's probably going to tilt his head a little to one side and stare at you... and perhaps even growl softly under his breath.... something along the lines of: "Sacrement!!!! Chalice!!!! TaberNACLE!!.. Manger la marde, Anglais"... Well, perhaps he will only say that... if he is a Separatiste Quebecois chien... Otherwise...well... he's probably just going to give you a dumb look and won't show any signs of obeying a command, until it is uttered in good French... "Vienez ici, Fido!!!!" so...uhm...I think we can safely assume that animals differentiate between hearing in "first languages"... But do they also speak in mother tongues... or even regional dialects...?? Do Canadian dogs say "eh?" at the end of each string of barks??? Is that what that last short, sharp bark is that I hear when my neighbour's dog is making a ruckus as the garbage truck pulls up in front of his house?? Is he shouting, in impeccable Canadianese: "GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE AND LEAVE OUR STUFF ALONE, EH??!!!!" Perhaps... yes... I'm thinking he is... And, well, I think dogs also pick up personal quirky speech patterns and nuances from their owners... For instance, my older collie, makes contemplative "hmmmm" moans that sound rather oddly similar to my own... Meanwhile, the younger collie that worships the ground that Mr. Croc walks on has taken to staring at him and making this soft whine that goes something like... "wwwooo-hoooooo" This isn't a random occurrence either... We're talking "definite attempt to establish a vocabulary".. yep... I've never heard anything quite like that sound either... coming from a dog before... But then I think of Mr. Croc's favourite expletive and recall how many times I hear him uttering an "ooooh-ooooo" or "un-unh" each day... Got to be at least 50 times or more for some reason or another... It's uncanny I tell you... Sacrement!! I think this needs some serious study.

To: Gauguin who wrote (57254)	12/25/2000 8:10:29 AM
From: Justin C	Respond to of 71178

Buenos dias, finger painters I've been slow as Christmas in responding, but just wanted to clarify that I'm now a retired finger painter. A has-been. Washed up. Hope the fumigation is proceeding well.

To: Gauguin who wrote (57254)	1/13/2001 12:58:50 AM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

Goodbye, Paul. I won't be back. I don't belong here anymore. The only reason I ever belonged here was because I loved you. But that wasn't good enough for you. So have it your own way.