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Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. (Invictus)

"abandoning leap seconds would break sundials"

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Stereum hirsutum

Stereum hirsutum is a fungus typically forming multiple brackets on dead wood. It is also a plant pathogen infecting peach trees. S. hirsutum is in turn parasitised by certain other species such as the fungus Tremella aurantia. Substrates for S. hirsutum include dead limbs and trunks of both hardwoods and conifers.

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William of Nottingham lecturing to a group of students
William of Nottingham lecturing to a group of students

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I met a man who wasn't there

"Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. I wish that man would go away." Hughes Mearns (1875-1965)

What is Texture reading?

Newsweek, Wired, National Geographic, Hawaii...

  • Books based in Japan:
    • Cloud of Sparrows
    • Autumn Bridge
    • Accross the Nightingale Floor

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Looking at:
Theo van Gogh (film director)
The problem of Hell - Cool article

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What is Texture watching?

The Kizilbash (red-heads) were Turkmen tribes

The following is a JOKE

It is so terribly sad that I have to explain that the above is a JOKE

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

For unique design and interesting content, I present you with this Excellent User Page Award. –Frater5 (talk/con) 16:12, 29 May 2006 (UTC)