Clothier Sends Greetings...

Thanks for the schematic of the levels of Hades, Grampy. It got me to thinking about our contemporary rivers - rivers of concrete called the Interstate system - and how they are so analogous to Dante's vision.

The river Cocytus, the very lowest level of Hades seems to me to be a nearly perfect description of I-95 and its various permutations around the Washington/Baltimore urban area. One has to wonder if there is not some hidden message there in the chosen alias of our friend and frequent correspondent , i-95 ?

SJ: May I reference my old friend Ambrose Bierce on his definition of Philosophy from his Devil's Dictionary: A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing.

The Devil's Dictionary is one of my favorites - given to me by my father about 60 years ago. My father, a great admirer of AB, insisted that he never died in the deserts of Mexico - he just disappeared into a happy and anonomous existence among the natives and most likely lived to a ripe old age savoring the prank he had pulled on the literary world.

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Originally posted by seafarer john

Anyone who has ever visited New Paltz knows we are"Cloud #9 , not any part of Hell.

I swear to you that I just pulled this off of
New Paltz's municipal web site:



For those of you who don't read German, it reads:

Welcome to New Paltz!
________________________

Where, daily, female bartenders
are pelted with red-hot apples!

The site also lists the times of the town's weekly stonings.
Crazy little town that New Paltz.

Women probably aren't allowed at the stonings in New Paltz, either. Gail has to rent a beard and speak in a low voice when she attends one. John blows the whistle.

Jehovah!!!

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Originally posted by meowzart

Women probably aren't allowed at the stonings in New Paltz, either. Gail has to rent a beard and speak in a low voice when she attends one. John blows the whistle.

Jehovah!!!

Stonings? That would be in New Pelts.

i-95, you caught us up. That's our Town Supervisor (something like the Mayor of a township in NYState) - at least that's my image of him!
And the German language is fitting - this place was settled by French Huguenots who had spent a few generations living in and around "Dei Pfalz", an island in the Rhine river.

But, we do not have stonings. ( some of our citizens are frequently "stoned", but that's their choice). We do have marriages. We'll marry anybody to anybody, and we're all available for the wedding reception- this is a party town!

Meowzart, I'm the one that wears the beard in this family !!!

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Originally posted by EliseT

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Originally posted by i95

Welcome back, Elise.

Welcome back, Your dreams were your ticket out. Welcome back, To that same old place that you laughed about.

Well, the names have all changed since you hung around, But those dreams have remained and they've turned around.

Who'dve thought they'd lead ya? (Who'dve thought they'd lead ya?) Back here where we need ya? (Back here where we need ya?)

Yeah, we tease him a lot, Cuz we've got him on the spot. Welcome back.

Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back. Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.


....who'd've thought this double contraction qualifies as a word???

Welcome back Elise-----nice to have you back!

\Ed (no, not Horshack)

So, according to Dante, the gluttonous are worse off than the lustful? I'd better put down this sandwich and get busy!!!

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Originally posted by EliseT

So, according to Dante, the gluttonous are worse off than the lustful? I'd better put down this sandwich and get busy!!!

Well, don't forget -- Dante was Italian!

Dante's Inferno was a well known pizza parlor in Evanston, IL back in the early days.

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Originally posted by chicagostyledog

Dante's Inferno was a well known pizza parlor in Evanston, IL back in the early days.

Probably had a great oven.

While we're on the subject of Lucifer's lair,
I believe that the following would more than adequately serve
as seafarer john's own personal Hell:


http://www.nitemovesniteclub.com/staff.html

(Check-out the upper left language on the opening page.)


Anyone up for a British Columbia "meet-in-heat"?

I'm still looking for the "Republican Ring of Hell". Is it the sum of the other 9, or is It just called Texas?

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Originally posted by bill voss

I'm still looking for the "Republican Ring of Hell".

Here's the entrance to as much:



Watch that doorman, though. He's not
much of a party-goer as much as he's a party-pooper
(God forbid, party-switcher)!

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Originally posted by meowzart

Puh-leeze. Anybody from this site that goes to hell is going to end up in the third circle.

Meowzart,
You're right... The Cyrkle DID have three members!
Turning Down Today Throwing A Red Rubber Ball, Ort. Carlton in Neon-lit Athens, Georgia.
P. S. Their second LP was "Neon." I have it in mono... 50 cents at a thrift store in Winder, Georgia.

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Originally posted by meowzart

Women probably aren't allowed at the stonings...

Why! Because (select one):

a. They throw like girls.
b. They're busy tending bar.
c. They have to throw in pairs.
d. They're too overwhelmed that "Father's Day" is an actual holiday.
e. Throwing makes you sweat and women don't sweat. Perspire, maybe but never sweat.
f. They're too busy contemplating whether that erudite Grampy is single or not.
g. Or, they're too busy masterminding the overtake of the globe.

i-95: I want her - BUT NOT BEHIND THE BAR. (And if Mrs Seafarer reads this I'll already be experiencing some level of Hell)

Cheers, John

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Originally posted by i95

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Originally posted by meowzart

Women probably aren't allowed at the stonings...

Why! Because (select one):

a. They throw like girls.
b. They're busy tending bar.
c. They have to throw in pairs.
d. They're too overwhelmed that "Father's Day" is an actual holiday.
e. Throwing makes you sweat and women don't sweat. Perspire, maybe but never sweat.
f. They're too busy contemplating whether that erudite Grampy is single or not.
g. Or, they're too busy masterminding the overtake of the globe.

Pardon me, but ladies neither sweat nor perspire; they "glow".

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Originally posted by EliseT

Pardon me, but ladies neither sweat nor perspire; they "glow".

Maybe in California, ET, but here in the south, they get "the vapors."

I'm not sure what you are doing to these women, but I believe getting the "vapors" means you are about to faint and must find the nearest chaise lounge upon which to fold yourself into a graceful, ladylike, yet slightly winsome position.

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Originally posted by i95

Sorry I'm late to this party. Did I miss it or did no one yet say that anything caught and eaten from this here cement pond would truly be ROAD food?

P.S. Elise, it's great to have your wit and wisdom back with us.

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Originally posted by Howard Baratz

Did I miss it or did no one yet say that anything caught and eaten from this here cement pond would truly be ROAD food?

Nope, H.B., you've paved the way for such thought.

Howard -

Would that be "rocky road" ice cream?

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Originally posted by lisajocole

Howard -

Would that be "rocky road" ice cream?

Lisa:

Now that you mention it, the perfect dessert for such a meal would be a Concrete from Ted Drewes Custard in St. Louis.

...while, of course, listening to:

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Originally posted by i95

...while, of course, listening to:

I:

Unfortunately, I got the X instead of your graphic, but my guess is PAVEMENT. Did I pass the test?

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Originally posted by Howard Baratz

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Originally posted by i95

...while, of course, listening to:

I:

Unfortunately, I got the X instead of your graphic, but my guess is PAVEMENT. Did I pass the test?

Indeed, H.B.



If I wasn't so darn busy looking for those
weapons of mass destruction, I'd be going after those
ruffians whom dare question by hot-links.