Gleick knew he was onto something but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
posted by Elefantasia at
10:32 AM
Monday, January 02, 2006
About
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air; I see her tripping where the bright streams play, Happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour, Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er:
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Hey cool :D. I couldn't really follow the comic though. Is it going to be a journal comic or random? Give some explanation type thingie no.
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Akshi, at 7:46 AM
Welcome to the blogosphere! You have the distinct advantage of a PR man.
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Yohan, at 8:09 AM
:D It is going to be a little bit of both. For instance, this one was about December and Sod and me missing each other. The apple post is abt an article I read. Anyway, the caveman is going away and so is giving his woman a bear for company.
Thanks Yohan! Well, if there is anything you learn today, its that it is all abt publicity and proper marketing strategy < grin >...and you are subject to proof that my strategy worked!!
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Elefantasia, at 8:51 PM
I have entered the building.
This reminds me of a story I did not write about a girl I did not go iceskating with.
She (was not) afraid that I would metamorphose into a Neanderthal and shut her up in a cave.
"Once upon a time, there was a girl called XYZie who was not afraid of being dragged up a mountain by her hair by a Neanderthal and shut in a cave while he went iceskating."
One day we did all go off skiing in a big group in the mountains, Neanderthals and all. Despite leaving my club behind, she acquired a nasty whack on the head requiring stiches. Next time, she would prefer the bear please.
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Vijay D, at 1:51 AM
I have entered the building.
This reminds me of a story I did not write about a girl I did not go iceskating with. She was (not) afraid that I would metamorphose into a Neanderthal and pull her hair or some such. I still retain the beginning:
"Once upon a time, there was a girl called XYZie who was not afraid of being dragged up a mountain by her hair by a Neanderthal who might lock her up in a cave and go iceskating on the weekend."
Then, we did go skiing in a big group once, Neanderthals and all. Despite leaving my club behind, she acquired a whack on the head and needed some stiches. Next time, the lady would prefer the bear please.
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Vijay D, at 1:55 AM
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