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do you wanna wind up in a graveyard... * 2003-03-037:58 a.m. Word of the Day for Monday March 3, 2003 stormy petrel STOR-mee-PET-ruhl, noun: But far from a 'pet' of the Communist regime, Gorky, the "stormy petrel of the revolution," also condemned the revolution early on as a "cruel experiment" with the Russian people "doomed to failure." Of the unpredictable and constantly angry Paracelsus, for example, the stormy petrel who convulsed the staid medical establishment of the sixteenth century by demanding radical reforms in clinical thinking, he wrote: "This first great revolt against the slavish authority of the schools had little immediate effect, largely on account of the personal vagaries of the reformer--but it made men think." Lenin, the stormy petrel of the Social Democratic party, was facing more serious opposition than ever. . . . restless and indomitable, scouring like a stormy petrel the angry ocean of debate. Stormy petrel is an alteration of earlier pitteral, probably so named in allusion to St. Peter's walking on the sea, from the fact that the bird flies close to the water in order to feed on surface-swimming organisms and ship's refuse; called stormy because in a storm the birds surround a ship to catch small organisms which rise to the surface of the rough seas; when the storm ceases they are no longer seen. * spent the weekend in sebastopol with dn. the house was soooo beautiful. it had chickens and a jacuzzi, so already that tells you there was fun to be had. anyhow, i'm very excited about this, when i really care about something, i truly give it a 110% it's just finding that thing that i genuinely am passionate about. speaking of...i'm sad today is our last workshop @ bindlestiff. jeannie is going to come speak today. i worked on one of her plays at davis back in 99. those were the days. showing up at rehearsal bawling uncontrollably because i was experiencing my first heartbreak. it's hard to be a dramaturg that way. my professor suggested i just yell at him and that that would make me feel better. sometimes i miss being a student. except during midterms...and all the kids in berkeley are looking for stray bullets... more news later... that's the sound of the police...that's the sound of the beast... * nostalgia d'jour * combing my grandma's hair with that thin, red, chinese comb * wish d'jour * must find cesar climaco book...afraid it got stuck in dr.steffi's archive bout to give this girl a shout >>back in the day>> "i don't want the world, i just want your half..." >>>leave your mark on me / [?uestbook]>>> * me love you long time *
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