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Replacing all the pigeons in cities, with penguins.
    Think about it;
    A lot of people consider pigeons nothing more than rats with wings. (I, personally, am rather fond of them.) They do get rather dirty, and cleanliness doesn't seem high on their list of priorities. They also carry several diseases communicable to humans. Also, they will eat, like a rat, anything.( I once saw a pigeon in Atlanta walking down the street with a chicken leg bone in it's mouth.)
   Now, I don't think I've met a person who didn't like penguins. And what's not to like about them? These tuxedo clad little fellows are always formally dressed, they are fun to watch walk, they don't live under bridges, like pigeons, and poop on any unsuspecting passerby and rather than sit around on statues with fountains, they could swim in them.
   Think of it as a city beautification project, mayors will be all over this! Penguins will even promote, with their black and white coats, racial harmony! Wotteling little ambassadors of good will and good manners! In a place like Boston, with the ocean, it'd be a natural. I'm not to sure about out here, where you and I live, but I'm working on that. --Paul, 4/30

The fox who keeps jumping at the base of the grape tree starves.  Better that he declare them sour and seek sweeter fruit elsewhere. --MQ, 4/19

Fun Facts from the G-Woman!
   In the Watertown, MA IHOP there is a stuffed-toy-grabbing-claw-quarter-sucking machine called, not surprisingly, the Claw.  The Claw is owned by Action Jackon, Inc.  Beware the Claw.
   After seven years, I realize that Andrew Goldsmith was right all along.  Hats are cool.
   Flanery O'Connor taught us A Good Man is Hard to Find.  But Converse One-Stars are even harder to find.
   Kurt Vonnegut did not write that sunscreen speech.  Give it up, people!
   Folger Hill is the highest point on the island of Nantucket, at 109 feet above sea level. Nantucket Nectars fail to grasp the concept of a "fun" fact. --G-woman, 4/18

In response to my thought that more people should use the word "arroyo":
   Well, I just bought a new (used) car!  It's a 1988 Arroyo.  Low miles and nicely equipped : )
   I was giving my friend James a ride in it when we saw our friend Roy walking down the street.  Jim exclaimed "Hey look!  A Roy, yo!"
   So, Roy got in and rode with us.  He didn't know the make of the car so I told him "It's an Arroyo roy."  Roy replied "Oh."
   Roy was eating a Snickers bar when I asked him how his car was running, he said with a mouth full of carmel, "Oh, it's a royo pain in the butt, the twansmithen went outh."  I said, "Oh Roy, oh that sucks.  You should get an Arroyo."  Roy replied "Oh."
   And so it went, but I very pleased with my new Arroyo!
--Paul, 4/14

Spamm, 4/9

Spamm's advice to the kiddies: Remember, there just may be a Dunkin Donuts in the Baskin-Robbins.

The Devil drives a Buick.  She sits inside and eats lunch.  Then, she sticks her pitchfork through the trunk and into the spare.  And she pulls out true love. --Paul, 4/8

We should have, as freshmen, a mandatory life-appreciation class where we have only to go out and find reasons to like being here and discover what we truly enjoy in life.  It would make deciding on concentrations and careers easier and less stressful!  I could give up my engineering class for it any day! --Jenn, 4/7

Potatoes make poor friends.

One year ago today I voyaged to my future.  It was about this very hour when I got off a plane in Providence, looking for some way to get to Harvard, the school that would be my first and last stop on my three-school, nine-day, and two-very-missed-friends tour.  I didn't know then where I would be today; I was waiting for it all to fall into place.  If I were to tell you that I did not have a preference for my future location at that time, Gwen and my parents and everyone else would tell you that I lie.  I tried not to have preferences so I wouldn't be disappointed, but the unknowing was terrifying.
     I have thought a lot lately about that first time I was here last year.  The spring weather brings back that first thrill of knowing collegiate life.  Last week as my sister, her friend, and I skeedadled about Boston, every street corner and shop reminded me of the first time I saw it with my dear friend.  Easter candy recalls that last day of my tour, my vacation that I had carved out of school to taste freedom as relief from the prison of waiting to know my future.  These days remind me of those, and despite all the hell I could complain about, I can still remember sitting in the yard on a warm, sunny day and wishing with my whole heart that I could sit there whenever I liked for four more years.  I can only be grateful that my wish saw fulfillment.  -MQ, 4/6

Bryn rants here.  She has deeper things to say than I do.

Hey Gwen-- here's a thought about secret wishing for your amusement:
   "When I go fishing for the words
   I am wishing you would say to me,
   I'm really only praying
   That the words you'll soon be saying
   Might betray the way you feel about me."
I don't need to tell you where that's from.  ;-) -MQ, 4/5

The end of spring break has its merits.  Many of my friends called on me today, and I was happy that my time is so well in demand, and by such fine people.  But it's equally great to find out that despite how many good friends you have, despite how much love and joy and solidarity you may feel in your world, there is always going to be someone out there who is sufficiently above you so as to totally ignore your existence and do everything in his or her power to make you feel like absolute junk.  To all those people out there who remind us that the world is not at all a very fun place, thanks, and keep up the good work.  -MQ



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