at the dinner table last night, from W to J:
Do not use your fork to scratch your foot, or any other part of your body.
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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
About Me
- Piers
- West Tennessee, United States
- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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May
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- Interference
- Oh yes, I will watch thees
- See how many you can catch--
- Bike update
- New Photos
- Strawberries!
- All hail the Intarwebs
- Phrases you never think you'll have to say
- In which Piers is saluted by the Grand Poo-Bah
- Thanks for the $$, Uncle Sam
- 110k miles in . . .
- Confession
- Brentwood
- From Recent Reading
- Birmingham Report
- To Birmingham
- I've got a pain on my head
- Oh, this is sobering.
- Mother's Day
- Jack Wilton's ordeal
- Adventures With Students, Vol. 18
- Jack's Back
- After the lights go out
- Jack Wilton, hospitalized
- Adventures with Students, Vol. 17
- We got flowers
- Adventures with Students, Vol. 16
- In which Piers breaks his blog embargo
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