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John Callan <[log in to unmask]>
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This isn`t an orifice, it`s help with fluorescent lighting.
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On Jan 11, 2004, at 10:51 AM, [log in to unmask] wrote:

> too cold to snow? 
It’s an expression I've used, with conviction.  But, if I had to 
suggest an explanation for why it might contain some truth, I would 
think it would be the drop in humidity that generally accompanies very 
low temperatures.  With no moisture to turn into snow, it isn't likely 
to snow.  Also, the coldest days tend to be bright and sunny.  Cloud 
cover doesn't seem to suggest extreme cold to me, but this is all 
causal observation.

> What was wrong with blue jeans?  

There were school clothes, church clothes and "old" clothes.  I think 
jeans instantly became "old" clothes.  I don't remember anyone 
referring to my "good jeans" when I was a kid.  (Somebody does now.  
Its a wonderful day when I spill paint on my last pair of "good jeans" 
and no longer have to figure out which is which.)  Wait!  There was 
another category!  Work Clothes!  For Dad that was a suit, but I always 
had a pair of work boots, which at some point I much preferred to 
"sneakers".  Anyway, Dad having started as an enlisted man in the Navy 
considered dungarees, (jeans), work clothes.  They were not suitable 
for anything but work and play.  Dad may have considered "play" my 
"work".  He always claimed school was my "work", but we both knew I 
would have been fired very early on if it had been a job.

But my experience is somewhat restricted, I had no real interest in 
clothes, or fashion, and in those brief moments where I wanted to look 
good...or at least acceptable, I was decidedly unsuccessful.  Ah!  But 
I had a real knack for choosing friends to be my consultants!  Long 
before I new Mick was gay, I knew he had good taste in clothes and the 
girls appreciated his taste.  Alas, he gave up on me and suggested I 
just accept myself and my wardrobe as part of my lot in life.

> So whatdidyou wear, Mr. Fancy Pants-- knickerbockers? 

1960's Mr. Asshole, not 1760!
Damned if I know, probably kaki, corduroy, flannel, or plastic.

>  I don't remember that there was anything to wear BUT jeans, except 
> for the days when there was a Cub Scout meeting
>

I remember most of the guys in my scout troop preferred where jeans 
with the uniform shirt, but this was not always permitted.

> Giblets?  Aren't they a good deal further north,  anatomically 
> speaking? 

I don't have any idea.  I was using a folksy-ism.

>  permanent PMS.

(SILENCE)

>
-jc


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