Bees. An ode to Hamlet, I suppose.
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Today I would like to introduce the third member of the Nashville four, or as I like to call it, the Nashvier.

The Nashvier is a small group of four geniuses with whom I went to school in Nashville, of course. The first two members, you may recall, are Graham Spice, funkster and Criss Cheatham, rock sentinel.

Member no. 3 is a Cincinnati poet, Ian Walbrech, former bandmate, former roommate, and best friend. He’s a video game composer, a valet, a husband and a great cook. His e-music is pretty wicked.

Looky here what I found at M?cGeiz yesterday. For the man who has nothing.

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Dubya Tee Eff? Use without scruples?

Whoda thunkit? A Stupa in Spain? For real. My pal Odi is attending the christianing ceremony this weekend, but the rest of us can watch it online streaming.

Streaming video has a ways to go, but that isn’t stopping people from using it for all sorts of events, like
euthanasia as a spectator sport

Now if I could only watch the Titans play online I’d be all set.

Another reason to visit Torsten’s Sp?t Schicht on Bischoffsweg:

{{popup fraga.jpg fraga 500×601}}Das Magazin von Bischoffsweg

Preis 1 Eu
CDU W?hler erm?ssigt 3 Eu

So go visit Torsten on Bischoffsweg. Tell him I said hi.

A bluegrass lyric:

I know she’s out there somewhere in a world that can’t be found
Just to think of her still tears me down
If teardrops were pennies I’d be a wealthy man
From the tears I’ve cried for Mary Ann

–author unknown

Back in Dresden, and isn’t it grand. Looky here what I found in the mail today.
{{popup ws2003.jpg ws2003 456×250}}My WS2003 course schedule for TU-Dresden.

This here would be my last entry before my flight back to Dresden.

As eager as I have been to get back, time spent here was mostly good, considering. And I don’t look forward to this flight. I leave seven in the morning today and will arrive seven in the morning over there. Particularly bad will be the five hour layover in Chicago. No one is coming to pick me up. Temperatures will be in the low fifties, and I am out of coal.

But on the bright side, I am stoked to try out my new Wal-mart bought MP3 discman on all the great CDs that I scored over here.

Wait’ll they get a load of my new hat.

Flying and traveling in general are a strange phenom. When in a busy international airport, you feel completely engaged in the world, as if you are in complete contact with reality when you see all those folks from foreign lands. But at the same time you are confined to a far-reaching international corridor, the most remote place anywhere on the planet.

Anyhoo, til then.

“It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people’s minds.”
–Sam Adams, born on this day in 1722.