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Since: 9.12.01 From: ミネアポリス
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| #1 Posted on 13.4.04 1201.53 | Instant Rating: 9.07 | What's that sound that giraffes make?
You know, that sound giraffes make?
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| #2 Posted on 13.4.04 1235.22 | Instant Rating: 3.35 | That, sir, might be the most awe inspiring piece of neckwear it has ever been my pleasure to view. I would love to have that tie just to see my student's reaction when I put it into regular rotation.
Tim
Know, gentle reader, and I speak here as an experienced and accomplished chronicler in my own right (as the gentle reader has already had occasion to judge, from his perusal of the preceding pages of our tale), that of all the sins and foibles which afflict the writer be that writer a scribe or a scribbler, a diarist or a dramatist, a narrator or a notary there is none so foul, so odious, so disreputable, so arrant, so untoward, so deplorable, so infamous and so peccant as verbosity, yes, I say again, verbosity, that malignant cancer of the narrators craft, which, under its many names whether those be the names preferred by the educated gentility: wordiness, long-windedness, prolixity, superfluity or garrulity; or yet those more exact and fine-focused terms which are the natural potation of the scholar, the rigor of whose training in the necessity of precise meaning naturally leads them to such labels as: longiloquence, largiloquence, grandiloquence, multiloquence, polylogy and rodomontade, not to mention the yet-more-technical terms of the specialist: nimiety, pleonasm and amphigory ( or amphigouri, as the purists insist); or those euphemisms which are, not surprisingly, the terms of choice of the verbose themselves, I speak here of: circumlocution, loquacity and eloquence; or even, for we should not in natural pride of our intellect and refinement ignore their cultural contributions, meager and crude though these be, the coarse epithets which are oft heard from the lips of the uneducated and unwashed: chatter, jabber, prattle, gabble, babble, blabber and blather wreaks the greatest havoc of all the literary vices upon the heart of literature and narrative itself, that heart being, although most (even exceptionally well-read) literates are unconscious say rather, not fully conscious even of its existence, much less its centrality, the fundamental bond of trust which develops twixt writer and reader as these twain intersect, though indirectly and at a distance (a distance measured not simply in space but in time), without which education itself becomes an impossibility, for the reader becomes wearied and overtaxed, and thus loses his concentration, indeed, even his interest, while what is worse! the writer loses all sense of the purpose of his craft, the which is not to aggrandize himself, in a frivolous display of empty virtuosity, but to impart to the reader the pith and the meat of the tale which he tells, and in so doing, loses all grasp on reality and reason, falling thus further and further into the fell sway of those psychologic disorders which we know as solipsism and egomania. Eric Flint
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| #3 Posted on 13.4.04 1250.21 | Instant Rating: 4.95 | You say "Giraffe", I say "Operation: DESERT STORM".
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| #4 Posted on 13.4.04 1259.55 | Instant Rating: 7.12 | That tie wouldn't hide you from a lioness in Africa or a rebel in Afghanistan. Yikes!!
Zed--what color/types of shirts are you wearing with these ties?
Seeing them in isolation is only half the fun, I bet. :)
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| #5 Posted on 13.4.04 1308.48 | Instant Rating: 4.56 | I ask what I always ask in this thread; especially when I see a tie that looks like the inside of a McDonald's circa 1979 just melted:
What color shirt?
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| #6 Posted on 13.4.04 1313.46 | Instant Rating: 8.20 |
I'm thinking yellow.
And Tim, could your sig be any longer?
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| #7 Posted on 13.4.04 1323.05 | Instant Rating: 1.95 | CRZ, it looks like the inside of those cheeseburger Hot Pockets you're so fond of.
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| #8 Posted on 13.4.04 1327.59 | Instant Rating: 3.38 | Originally posted by pieman And Tim, could your sig be any longer?
It's only one sentence. Actually, I'll probably change it after this post. It was my frustrated response to some of my students who haven't yet learned the writing skills necessary to avoid run-on sentences and comma splices.
Tim
Know, gentle reader, and I speak here as an experienced and accomplished chronicler in my own right (as the gentle reader has already had occasion to judge, from his perusal of the preceding pages of our tale), that of all the sins and foibles which afflict the writer be that writer a scribe or a scribbler, a diarist or a dramatist, a narrator or a notary there is none so foul, so odious, so disreputable, so arrant, so untoward, so deplorable, so infamous and so peccant as verbosity, yes, I say again, verbosity, that malignant cancer of the narrators craft, which, under its many names whether those be the names preferred by the educated gentility: wordiness, long-windedness, prolixity, superfluity or garrulity; or yet those more exact and fine-focused terms which are the natural potation of the scholar, the rigor of whose training in the necessity of precise meaning naturally leads them to such labels as: longiloquence, largiloquence, grandiloquence, multiloquence, polylogy and rodomontade, not to mention the yet-more-technical terms of the specialist: nimiety, pleonasm and amphigory ( or amphigouri, as the purists insist); or those euphemisms which are, not surprisingly, the terms of choice of the verbose themselves, I speak here of: circumlocution, loquacity and eloquence; or even, for we should not in natural pride of our intellect and refinement ignore their cultural contributions, meager and crude though these be, the coarse epithets which are oft heard from the lips of the uneducated and unwashed: chatter, jabber, prattle, gabble, babble, blabber and blather wreaks the greatest havoc of all the literary vices upon the heart of literature and narrative itself, that heart being, although most (even exceptionally well-read) literates are unconscious say rather, not fully conscious even of its existence, much less its centrality, the fundamental bond of trust which develops twixt writer and reader as these twain intersect, though indirectly and at a distance (a distance measured not simply in space but in time), without which education itself becomes an impossibility, for the reader becomes wearied and overtaxed, and thus loses his concentration, indeed, even his interest, while what is worse! the writer loses all sense of the purpose of his craft, the which is not to aggrandize himself, in a frivolous display of empty virtuosity, but to impart to the reader the pith and the meat of the tale which he tells, and in so doing, loses all grasp on reality and reason, falling thus further and further into the fell sway of those psychologic disorders which we know as solipsism and egomania. Eric Flint
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Since: 9.12.01 From: ミネアポリス
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| #9 Posted on 13.4.04 1340.20 | Instant Rating: 9.07 | Because THREE! of you have requested it, and because I appear to have free time that could probably be better spent looking for a job, here now are some exciting pictures that manage to cram my shirt AND my tie AND my wedding ring AND my beautiful face - well, part of it - into an enclosed (320x160) space:
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And since you STILL can't really tell, it's a plaid/grid dark green/white kinda patterny shirt. With a white collar OF COURSE
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| #10 Posted on 13.4.04 1529.55 | Instant Rating: 8.00 | Wow, they match perfectly!
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| #11 Posted on 13.4.04 1703.54 | Instant Rating: 0.44 | Wow, it's like the tie is attacking me and Zed is trying in vain to hold it back, whilst not paying all that much attention to the job at hand...

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