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just think how much more time you could have spent in beautiful Canandaigua if you hadn't messed with all that spectacular western topography!!

sadly, no shots of Glenn's mustache --- it may not have been visible in a photo anyway, it's a starter. Autumn Defense was wonderful; what a bonus. John and Pat sing beautifully together. I was right up front behind Waldo. They were absolutely fanfuckingtastic. Unfortunately, I got so sick from the heat (and hunger, I guess) that I had to bail at 9. (You know you're sick when you can drag yourself away from the front of the stage at a Wilco show. and I missed Hesitating Beauty. I can state conclusively that I sweat more than Glenn last night.

or as we call it here, "pulling a Mike Squires" ! You can look it up in the Wilco dictionary.

Wilco! Sunday!

she wasn't down?

she teaches seminars!

i'd imagine, if the alcohol content is the same.

It takes the equivalent of 20 shots of vodka consumed by an average sized person in a short time span to cause death.

personal suckage only -- your results may vary.

00's 90's 80's 70's 60's top five decades in reverse order of suckage, first being worst. Im detecting a disturbing pattern.

the hedgehog makes up just 1% of America's 12.7 million small pets. He concedes that the hog's spines and the eerie foam they sometimes lick upon themselves are potential pet drawbacks. Their nocturnal nature and occasional eating of their young could be problems. Also, BJ's are life affirming. It all makes sense now.

make it $20 and you're on.

Hesitating Beauty --- this song always makes me happy these two are powerful, moving and heavily tinged w/longing, sadness One by One Remember the Mountain that Woody could write some love songs!!

I wonder if he gets royalties everytime someone turns on their pc?

I loved this --- sorted out the myth from the man. Amazing he lived as long as he did; he really cleaned up his act his last ten years or so. Wrote prolifically always, regardless of his condition.

everybody chokes when they see someone cut down in their prime it may not show when you look at me but I know I'm in mine I'm potent, baby, I'm potent dangerous to the naked eye rest your head on this bed of mother's pride and find out why don't you wanna take me home? don't you wanna take me home? give me a sense of purpose a real sense of purpose now give me a sense of purpose a real sense of purpose now bully boys don't bother me I purse my lips and they run away guys like you who are gentle and true don't come around here everyday I'm potent, baby, I'm potent just one swing of me would get

I did, watched it twice, and not just for the hot gay sex.

I just saw Brokeback Mtn over the weekend ... I was struck by how it could have been a love story about any two people. Well, until the ending. And the story is from one of my favorite authors, Annie Proulx.

In the chilly hours and minutes, Of uncertainty, I want to be, In the warm hold of your loving mind. To feel you all around me, And to take your hand, along the sand, Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind. When sundown pales the sky, I wanna hide a while, behind your smile, And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find. For me to love you now, Would be the sweetest thing, 'twould make me sing, Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind. When rain has hung the leaves with tears, I want you near, to kill my fears To help me to leave all my blues behind. For standin' in your hea

alright, what'd ya do now?

When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love I know you haven't made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong I've known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue I'd go crawling down the avenue There's nothing that I wouldn't do To make you feel my love The storms are raging on the

Jeff's been tousled and unkempt from the git-go.