Its right between the command/apple key and the control key on my
keyboard.
Oh....I see the problem! Your computer has a little symbol on it that
says, "intel inside" doesn't it. Geez, now you see, that's your
problem! You gotta get that stuff outa yur machine dude!
-jc
On Sunday, March 16, 2003, at 05:01 PM, Leland Torrence wrote:
> John,
> I am impressed, but where is the option key?
> Leland
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: "Let us not speak foul in folly!" - ][<en Phollit
> [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of John
> Callan
> Sent: Sunday, March 16, 2003 11:19 AM
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Windham College
>
>
> My location for the degree mark is the asterix with the option and
> shift key down°°°°°°°°°°°. I think it may change depending on which
> font you are using...but I'm satisfied that I rememberd it at all.
> When I forget it takes a long long time to find it again.
>
> -jc
>
> On Sunday, March 16, 2003, at 06:56 AM, Leland Torrence wrote:
>
>> Now there's the ][<en I know. You must ramble more often.
>> And how do you find the long and short marks on the computer key
>> board? Oh, and while we're at it, where is the little circle for
>> degrees?
>> Thanks for reminding me of Vachel Lindsey. I enjoyed a good
>> read this morning after reading your post. My father used to read him
>> aloud to us but then he sailed from Byzantium and got mired in his own
>> Prufrock.
>> Terra Dactyl
>>
>> -----Original Message-----
>> From: "Let us not speak foul in folly!" - ][<en Phollit
>> [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Ken
>> Follett
>> Sent: Saturday, March 15, 2003 7:07 PM
>> To: [log in to unmask]
>> Subject: Re: Windham College
>>
>>
>> John,
>>
>> I'm not disappointed with either of our outcomes. Though the other
>> night when I woke up suddenly at 2:25 AM with a start dreaming that
>> loading the shotgun in the closet and blowing my head off might be
>> beneficial to the family... mind you, this is not catastrophic
>> suicidal but a measure of personal engagement with the outcome of not
>> wanting to let my friends or family down... the stress caused me to
>> pause long enough to wonder what the f*ck this is all about! Christ,
>> John, ask Jim Hicks if I am not suffering from am unshakeable belief
>> that I am responsible for the well being of the entire universe.
>>
>> Always willing to assist in the development of good character.
>>
>> Yeah. I sat directly across from Allen at table for a lunch at the
>> Rockland County Community College and had a pleasant chat with his
>> humbleness for close to an hour before he went on to his reading.
>> Meeting him was one of the goals of my youth. He was wearing a suit
>> and tie and he was not what I had expected. Prior to that I had seen
>> him performing at an anti-war rally in Washington. Meeting him was a
>> turning point in my de-mythologizing of the hero. It was also when I
>> found out that young muscular stonemasonry bucks eating lunch with
>> famous old poets would attract ditzy female poets with large
>> gazoongas. Though I enjoy his early work, particularly Howl and
>> Kaddish, his later work I feel got a bit flaccid and he was running on
>> fumes. He wrote a poem about a green terra cotta building in Manhattan
>> that I recall was very moving... Sharpshooter will know the building.
>> Ginsberg remains a character that I am curious about, the full extent
>> of his career and how much of a pure businessman he was about
>> promoting his group, the beats. He was damned sharp about business and
>> promotion. He was still busy promoting the beats when I met him. I was
>> tagging on the heals of a lesser known beat, Charlie Plymell, an old
>> friend of his. Plymell turned out to be a manic-depressive coke head
>> with all sorts of emotional and anger control problems. Charlie's wife
>> Pamela was the daughter of Sylvia Beach, a publisher of James Joyce.
>> Sylvia ran around with a French guy named Claude Peleu (sp) Washburn
>> who was a real whacka-do. I also met and spent some time with Ray
>> Bremser who at that point was totally strung out and near the end of
>> his life. It was not long before we could not stomach Charlie --
>> particularly after he decided that I was the Ken Follett that had just
>> got a $35,000 advance on my first novel and that I was not sharing --
>> and we split that scene. The fact that Ginzberg died is more
>> significant to me than the death of Mr. Rogers. Anyone that would piss
>> on the desk of a dean at Columbia, apocryphal or not, has got my
>> interest. Where is our Ginsberg now? The man legitimized the left and
>> most certainly poetisized politics. I regret though that I did not ask
>> him about his meeting with Ezra Pound. And there is one thing that
>> sticks in my mind which is Ginsberg talking about losing ourselves to
>> the point that we not only relenquish our belongings,like a
>> transitorized Marcus Aurelieus, but that we may even approach the
>> consciousness of losing our name. I've been out to look toward that
>> place of silence and losing name and feel that without going there
>> that we will never quite be whole with ourselves. Sort of akin to the
>> strategy that Zen poetics -- snap bang --
>>
>> My favorite encounter with a famous poet was going to a reading of
>> Robert Creeley in Buffalo. The reading was at a small coffee & new-age
>> donut shop kind of place with mint tea and incense so we all sat on
>> wooden folding chairs and it was real close. Early in the afternoon on
>> a Saturday. I like to sit up front. Creeley was late, real late. We
>> had driven a long long way to see him. He showed up drunk and brought
>> his own six of beer. He proceeded to wobble around in his chair and
>> mumble and curse at us, pop his cans and drink beer. Finally I told
>> him that if he could not give us any poetry at least he could share
>> his f*ckin beer. He was not in a mood to share and we left. As far as
>> I can tell the guy has written one really good poem. He should be
>> happy.
>>
>> My disappointment was when I did not get to actually see Borges. He
>> was speaking at NYU and I drove into town from Westchester after
>> working all day. DUe to circumstances beyond my ambition we ended up
>> spending too much time in a friggin pizza parlor and by the time our
>> friend got us to the gig we had to stand outside and listen to Borges
>> over an intercom.
>>
>> Today and yesterday my favorite poet is Vachel Lindsey.
>>
>> Tell Patrick that if he wants to meet someone famous that he should
>> listen to you about getting an education... and when the time is right
>> you can tell him that all you got to do is have the b*lls to say,
>> Hello, how are you? Nice weather, you know." Problem we got here these
>> days with industrialized celebrity is that the famous people to meet
>> are usually very shallow. Who wants to really meet Donald Trump or
>> Michael Jackson?
>>
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