Years ago, when when Mrs. T was still Miss S, I woke to the clock-radio alarm one morning to the sound of the DJ offering up free tickets to see Pat Metheney to caller number four. Or maybe number seven, I'm not quite sure after all these years, but I am absolutely certain it was a whole number, and the DJ was speaking English. But I digress. I rolled over and dialed the number, and sonofagun, we won the tickets! Terrific seats, maybe five rows back from the stage. He played that thing on a couple of songs. It was the Imaginary Day tour, and he played the whole album. It was fantastic - the venue was outdoors, weather was great, and we took the subway so no traffic woes.
He has the most amazing hair.
"Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens."
("Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.")
-- Friedrich Schiller (1759–1805)
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
-- Philip K Dick
OK, now let's look at four dimensions on the blackboard.
-- Dr. Joy
English isn't much of a language for swearing. When I studied Ancient Greek I was delighted to discover a single word - Rhaphanidosthai - which translates roughly as "Be thou thrust up the fundament with a radish for adultery."