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Hereunder: Off the Shelf

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Thursday, May 05, 2005. All moved on. Signed into that typepad thing, and it just wouldn't let me in- and that was after I registered! Plus it asks too, too many questions. (That sounded so- blog. Didn't it? So I return to our old Hereunder haunts to see if anyone remembers me. After all, it's been a cybereternity since I last posted. What loyalties can one expect to truly build in the denatured world of cyberspace? I'll patch into the new blog once I catch up with the technology.). Ia Iowa House Cleaning.

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Hereunder: Traffic Report, Sunday, April 17, 2005

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Monday, April 18, 2005. Traffic Report, Sunday, April 17, 2005. My, my, gentle visitors, it's been too busy. For words. Your humble contributor called away, last week, to Rome - The Eternal City, Where All Roads Lead, Where The Buffalo, etc. Thankfully, the air fares and hotel rates had receded slightly; though, we found the maid still cleaning up the room overlooking the Piazza di Spagna. Scusa, scusa, Signore,. She said, making the bed. "No problem, hon, take your time - I just need a bottle of. Your h...

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Hereunder: Truth Is

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Wednesday, March 30, 2005. In an age of rampant agendas and poison ideologies, this seems worth noting. Thanks to Rev. Richard John Neuhaus). Posted by palinurus at 3/30/2005 09:48:00 PM. Ca California House Cleaning. Delightful blog. I devote my spare time just. Looking for great blogs such as yours. I treasure this. Site and will go back! Jump into my ar arkansas house cleaning. Traffic Report, Monday, March 28, 2005. A Bad Habit Is Hard To Break. Like The Sun From Out The Wave. They Eat, They Drink.

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Hereunder: Old Jack Ketch

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Thursday, March 31, 2005. This report put me in mind of. An excellent article on this "movement". Of four years ago, which mentions Dr. Cranford, as well as a verse from the archives on the original "Dr. Death.". Life is death and death is life:. Hug the children, kiss the wife,. Gather round the kin and friend,. Seal the will and make an end. Now, for all the world a wretch,. Hand your hat to old Jack Ketch. Call the guy from Michigan. Surgeon, healer, handyman,. Gray and speckled, mean and lank. The gr...

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Hereunder: Joe Manners - Proper Use of Napkins

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Wednesday, April 20, 2005. Joe Manners - Proper Use of Napkins. Gentle visitors, no-one can claim that any of the regular of you lacks a keen sense of graciousness and decorum (lacks a basic common sense for returning to these pages? That's another matter entirely). Nonetheless, one of the alert poor relations from the sub-tundral regions has discovered a book entitled,. Etiquette for the Average Joe". Having not read this book, we can in no way endorse it; but, it does speak to our ". It's like a magic ...

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Hereunder: Moving On Up

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Sunday, May 01, 2005. Yes - we have grown; we have moved on. But, no, gentle visitors, we have not forgotten you. Instead, we have been busily engaged in preparing a new place for you. Come see us at http:/ mightyinditers.typepad.com/hereunder/. Let us know what you think. Posted by Remainderman at 5/01/2005 07:19:00 PM. Ut Utah House Cleaning. Prodigious blog. Loved it so much I went to it. Just go online and search for blogs that are. Worth the value as yours. The Game of War. A Word On Space.

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Hereunder: The Paradox of Loss

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Friday, April 01, 2005. The Paradox of Loss. As a youngster, your humble Contributor was a huge fan of the Washington Senators. Students of baseball history would quickly note that the young Contributor had no reason for his devotion. Not since the days of Walter "Big Train" Johnson. Had the Senators been real contenders. In fact, the Senators your young Contributor worshipped were the second incarnation of the team - the earlier having hit the road for Minneapolis in 1961. Or, far more likely, strikeout?

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Hereunder: Papal Sightings (con't)

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Thursday, April 14, 2005. So I caved in. Still skeptical as to the import of this "event," I nonetheless grabbed my instamatic camera to record history. I bounded down the steps with the brotherhood- Danny, David, and Ed- and we ran to join the crowds already lining up at, I guess 17th St., near the Old Executive Office. Motorcades, even in a town famous for them, always are thrilling to watch even to the jaded. Everyone loves a parade, right! And there he was- the Pope! Got the Pope's back anyway. I saw...

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Hereunder: Papal Sightings

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Thursday, April 07, 2005. In the days since the death of the late Pope John Paul II. I like many others have been reflecting of the impact of this man on the world, and for many of us, on our own lives. I can't resist telling my story of my own first "encounter" (non-encounter? I was coming home from a drudge weekend job at The Liberal-Rag-That-Must-Not-Be-Named. Said Danny, who is Jewish, as were all my brothers except for an odd Muslim or two, and from Bayside, N.Y. "We're all going! The shaded words a...

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Hereunder: Miss Marcy Went To Say Something

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Sunday, April 24, 2005. Miss Marcy Went To Say Something. Miss Marcy went to say something:. She opened her mouth. But nothing came out. Not nothing something like. A gibber, a grunt. But nothing she meant to say. She could see the words all right,. The ones she meant to say:. The rises, the falls, the curlycues,. The stoutness of the vowels,. The steadiness at the bottom. The way the words would sound. But, nothing came out. Damn it all, she thought. And, with her good hand,. So that she faced the window.