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> I was constantly reminded by my father that I was "as worthless as 
> tits on a bull."

Mike,

We share in common. Though in my disremembery it may have been a rooster 
w/ tits. Being brought up always being told that I was worthless and 
would never amount to anything always leaves me amazed at the folks I 
know who were not brought up that way. I mean like... what do you have 
to live for if not to wake up every day either grateful for still being 
here or a bit pissed with the idea that you were lied to a whole lot... 
or the nagging feeling in the background that maybe they were right and 
you just have not caught on to it yet? There is not a day goes by that 
no matter how hard I try I don't end up feeling that I musta screwed up 
something real good. I believe it is called self-tormenting demons.

I read yesterday in the NY Times about the culinary delicacy of 
unhatched chicken eggs... possibly there is something of value to male 
tits that we have not been paying attention to. Gosh... just think what 
is going on w/ the matadors on bull tits! Recent bout of insomnia 
watched Pierce Brosnan movie Matadors... really nice movie.... R rated I 
think. Took me the longest time to figure out it was Pierce Brosnan. MBA 
students should watch it.

The Bedlam Farm book where the guy buys a sheep farm for his border 
collies was a good book. At the end he writes about wanting to buy an 
old church. I sent him an e-mail asking him how he was doing w/ the 
church. Told me he could hook me up if I was interested but that he had 
let it pass. I wanted to read his book about fixing up an old church. 
The farm & winter & dogs & donkeys etc. nearly killed him... curious 
what a bout of rural histo presto woulda done.

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