Aug. 12th, 2002
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Aug. 12th, 2002 05:09 amLyrics from Any Lucky Penny sung by Nikki Hassman.
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Anyone want a Cosmic expansion poster?
Aug. 12th, 2002 05:49 pmThey're $20 dollars each, including shipping.
It's a physics and philosophy light cone diagram created by Robert McGown.
The main poster is 22x33 and will come with page-long description of the chart and it's purpose. The secondary poster is 18x23(standard frame size).
I will also add that this would be my mom's Bob and that he has over 2000 of them. And that I'll be getting a cut of the profits.
It's a physics and philosophy light cone diagram created by Robert McGown.
The main poster is 22x33 and will come with page-long description of the chart and it's purpose. The secondary poster is 18x23(standard frame size).
I will also add that this would be my mom's Bob and that he has over 2000 of them. And that I'll be getting a cut of the profits.
Shakespeare Sonnet LXIX
Aug. 12th, 2002 07:11 pmThose parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;
Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The solve is this, that thou dost common grow.
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown'd;
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;
Then, churls, their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The solve is this, that thou dost common grow.
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Aug. 12th, 2002 07:26 pmFor those interested in the Cosmic Expansion Posters, I now have a baby page for it.
And if any one has any ideas about how to market this, please feel free to tell me.
And if any one has any ideas about how to market this, please feel free to tell me.