A friend of a friend wrote this in ninth grade and I've treasured it up in my head ever since:
Keats and Yeats
on roller skates
went rolling through a wood
Said Yeats to Keats:
"Amazing feats!
Your poetry is good."
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So, speaking of amazing feats of genius, there is
this astonishing (and only sort of credible) news. Those wacky jokers at CERN, what will they think of next? No but really, this is (as one of the scientists interviewed in the Times says) world-changing news, if true.
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And I've been meaning to whine publicly about my health, but it boils down to this: I have an annoying, occasionally very painful, and time-consuming constellation of ailments which are preventing me from doing much of anything. But I have medical leave from my job as long as I need it, I have insurance like you wouldn't believe, I have lots of good friends around (including Fishwhistle) keeping my spirits up, it's not remotely life-endangering, and probably almost all of it will go away as soon as I have a minor operation, in about a month. So if I'm not around much that is why, but you know, it's always something, right?
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