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[thebruce]

interesting... very interesting spec... that would be sweet...


and thanks everyone for your support, it means a lot

[CoffeeJedi]

[Arashi]

[Shad0]

Re: SpaceBass

[Robynn]

Thanks for thinking of me! =)

Robynn is not attending any of the training missions (SF is closest, but still relatively far), nor is she going to be able to hit up one of the additional sites.

I did email Dana, though, as I have a picture up on the crew list (although, I never did get a personal axon) and I was responsible for one of the recipe3/'mail the flea for !transmit' axons. I will hopefully be able to get a copy that way.

I can't imagine that Dana or Melissa is oblivious to theBruce's contribution and I bet he could get goodies through that method.

[daboking]

maybe we could use the "make a donation" tab at the bottom of the page.

[CoffeeJedi]

[vector]

[Arashi]

[XenoSphere]

HOLY GUACAMOLE! YES! I NEED A NEW PAIR OF PANTS!

[hmrpita]

I cannot resist posting this poem by Billy Collins.

the lanyard

The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room
bouncing from typewriter to piano
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the "L" section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word, Lanyard.
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly into the past.
A past where I sat at a workbench
at a camp by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid thin plastic strips into a lanyard.
A gift for my mother.
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard.
Or wear one, if that's what you did with them.
But that did not keep me from crossing strand over strand
again and again until I had made a boxy, red and white lanyard for my mother.
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard
She nursed me in many a sick room,
lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
set cold facecloths on my forehead
then led me out into the airy light
and taught me to walk and swim and I in turn presented her with a lanyard.
"Here are thousands of meals" she said,
"and here is clothing and a good education."
"And here is your lanyard," I replied,
"which I made with a little help from a counselor."
"Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth and two clear eyes to read the world." she whispered.
"And here," I said, "is the lanyard I made at camp."
"And here," I wish to say to her now,
"is a smaller gift. Not the archaic truth,
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took the two-toned lanyard from my hands,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless worthless thing I wove out of boredom
would be enough to make us even."

[WhiteGulls]

Damn. I'm SO giving my address to Dana to send me a copy of that DVD now!

[thebruce]

hmr, that was beautiful... funny how a poem can add so much life to something to relatively insignificant... a lanyard... *sigh*

[Vilnius]

*sigh*

I wish I was crew, but when we were able to submit axons and become crew, not having a cell phone severely limited my availability times. The nearest training event to me is in Chicago, a 7+ hour drive. Honestly, I would be willing to take that drive (or fly, if I had enough money), but it cuts into school.

Enough self pity, though. I'm just happy I could be around for everything that's happened, and the major players in this ARG deserve something like this. Good work, guys and gals. You deserve it.

[krystyn]

hmrpita! I just heard the poem read on NPR recently! It was very funny.