Wake Up and Smell the Asphalt: since you asked

May 29, 2006

since you asked

the full contents of yesterday's suicide spam:

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From: creighton nerehiza [pleadings@mysql.com]
To: joe positive's real email address

Good morning,

the actual come-on was in the form of a gif attachment

upadukadel[dot]com

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previous attempts to find comforting arguments, need to revive a whole chain of thought to find the feeling. Now, on the contrary, the feeling of joy and peace was keener than ever, and thought could not keep pace with feeling. He walked across the terrace and looked at two stars that had come out in the darkening sky, and suddenly he remembered. "Yes, looking at the sky, I thought that the dome that I see is not a deception, and then I thought something, I shirked facing something," he mused. "But whatever it was, there can be no disproving it! I have but to think, and all will come clear!" Just as he was going into the nursery he remembered what it was he had shirked facing. It was that if the chief proof of the Divinity was His revelation of what is right, how is it this revelation is confined to the Christian church alone? What relation to this revelation have the beliefs of the Buddhists, Mohammedans, who preached and did good too? It seemed to him that he had an answer to this question; but he had not time to formulate it to himself before he went into the nursery. Kitty was standing with her sleeves tucked up over the baby in the bath. Hearing her husband's footstep, she turned towards him, summoning him to her with her smile. With one hand she was supporting the fat baby that lay floating and sprawling on its back, while with the other she squeezed the sponge over him. "Come, look, look!" she said, when her husband came up to her. "Agafea Mihalovna's right. He knows us!" Mitya had on that day given unmistakable, incontestable signs of recognizing all his friends. As soon as Levin approached the bath, the experiment was tried, and it was completely successful. The cook, sent for with this object, bent over the baby. He frowned and shook his head disapprovingly. Kitty bent down to him, he gave her a beaming

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A beaming what? Guess I'd better pull the book off the shelf and give it another (re)-read.

So the actual sell was a gif which I didn't have to look at, while the text was more Anna Karenina (I get a lot of Tolstoy spam lately). I like it more and more.

This morning: I could not face a ten-miler, whatta wuss, so I decided that this recovery day would be 6 + 4. The six was warm and slow, and the four was hot and sunny and slow. But at least it was breezy. Glad to get it done, anyway.

Posted by joe positive at May 29, 2006 4:38 PM

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