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12/19/02

Prizes & Schtuff      

1:32 AM

I think I've decided on the prize for the contest.  As unimaginative as it may be, the prize will be a book or CD of my choice from your wishlist.  If you don't have a wishlist, then just make a list of 5 books and 5 CD's from Amazon or somewhere, and include them with your definition/explanation, and email them to me at faust1991@hotmail.com or leave them in the comments section.  Contest ends, like sometime in January, or something. 

 

And stuff

 

Dinner with my friends is never just dinner.  The excellent quesadilla or fried calamari always becomes more than just something to salivate over.  Somewhere during the course of the meal, the food all morphs into visual aids for the conversation.  That plate of fried calamari becomes China, and the spoon becomes the Yellow River.  A quesadilla becomes a 2D political spectrum.  (Can a spectrum be two dimensional, or would that be considered a political plane?)

 

BTW, have you ever tried to explain pool to someone from another country that literally has no concept of the game?