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To: Rambi who wrote (17299)	2/2/1999 5:28:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

Well, if he does have mono, look on the bright side, he won't have to complete the assignment any time soon. Of course, you will have to start home schooling . . . . but that will give you a reason to look forward to the empty nest instead of dreading it.<g> Yesterday I told Ben and Nick they can't sleep downstairs with their grandmother until they clean their room. Nick built a contraption out of Legos, and walked up to me making mouth noises, beeping and booping. He said it was "an irrationality detector."

To: Rambi who wrote (17299)	2/2/1999 5:34:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

Well, architecture is more geographic than movies, in the sense that buildings sit on the geography. Right? But things like food and music and literature don't.

To: Rambi who wrote (17299)	2/2/1999 5:57:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

My eleventh grade art teacher was a handsome art devil who spoke Portugese and Spanish. The devil. He said it's a very beautiful language, the most beautiful he knew. He'd learn a language because of that sort of thing. He spoke some of the beautiful language; beautifully. And he gazed off gazily, and moaned "Brazil....." We talked about it. We were friends, and knew what we liked. Girls, for one thing. Exotic places, for another. He married my guitar teacher; but I knew her first. Coincidence? Maybe. Not more than three weeks later, the class got a transfer student from Brazil. A muy, muy beautiful girl, in Braaahseeeeleeeuhn mini skirts, who spoke only Portugese. The devils. They sat around speaking beautiful Portugese together. While "we" worked on stuff. Like birds, talking birds, it was. No - singing. I need to hire some people, to come over here and speak Portugese. Maybe I can ask MJ, for my birthday.