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  1. I think I'll live

    People have different opinions on biology that much is sure and I am thankful for the tips, I'm sure they'll come in handy. Like you may have noticed, I am still alive and I finished two biology projects, we'll see how I did, the second one about Malaria, only one question I couldn't answer about the Icelandic name for this disease, have no idea were it came from. I'm really enjoying my children lit project, reading about Icelandic myths, elves and ghost stories now, there are a lot of those. Many ...
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  2. From Shanghai with Love...

    Hi guys! Dropped out of Litnet for a while, but you will be seeing me around a bit more here and then. Missed you all, but knew I'd be back here again somewhere when.

    Partly it was the Arabic site thing, partly it was I felt I was online too much at times, and needed to take a break. There was a period of internet cafe usage, but I'm freer to use the internet now, with it in my room. Been travelling around China, and then settling in to my current place, teaching English (even now), ...

    Updated 09-29-2009 at 02:11 PM by Silas Thorne

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  3. William Safire, RIP

    William Safire, RIP

    Well, another person I revered has passed away, the conservative columnist and word maven, William Safire. Safire was never exactly my type of conservative. He certainly was wishy-washy on social issues, but certainly very strong on economic and foreign policy issues. He was actually Richard Nixon’s speechwriter and had authored a few classic speeches. He obviously had a way with words, having come up with phrases “nattering nabobs of negativism” to label the ...
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  4. Prison Glass

    Prison Glass

    I am aware of a feeling
    of something like eyes
    watching me,

    as if from the dead,
    of a Netherworld
    I have neither been
    nor dreamed.

    What is left, but for me
    to descend down
    skeleton stairs
    never to be seen.

    These reflective pools
    holding twin moons
    belong to a place
    beyond even illusion,

    so I stray among the ruins
    of fragmented
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  5. Trade of Thought

    Post of high heaven’s

    Invenerable bed

    Set in a maven’s

    Impenetrable stead


    Mark of the biased

    Rhetorical speech

    Hatched of hints’ gayest

    Intractable reach


    The light tread of hypocrisy

    Heavier step of criticism

    Drive ’round bureaucracy

    Built on stark euphemism


    So, send a lover to wretch
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