tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84486802012-01-05T05:24:01.224Zwalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-65728256262683342022011-12-13T07:49:00.000Z2011-12-13T07:49:18.322Z

Salutations and greetings from this side of a long absence, The best part of any meal, should that meal contain it, is, by far, the cranberry sauce.  Some may suggest this is a debatable fact, given, to name just two potential objections, personal tastes and the varying quality of available cranberry sauces.  However, through years of dedicated meditation  specifically about this subject, I can

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Good day, This morning, I saw a man while walking to school.  A quick visual assay resulted in the following estimates about this man:  mid-40s, white, thin but not necessarily athletic, balding, well-groomed goatee, lunatic.  I was walking down a hill, he was walking up the same hill pushing a three-wheeled wagon.  Lounging in the wagon was a trio of shaggy, moppish shih-tzu dogs, a panting,

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Harken, amigos,I have a brother, his name is George. He's a pretty good brother, as brothers go. Maybe even as brothers don't go, depending on what exactly that means. I'm sure you get the point. Here's another point. Recently, my brother shared with me, in strictest confidence, the draft of a manuscript he penned in a potentially heat-exhaustion-induced moment of hallucinogenic clarity.

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Boas noticias,Nao e quebrado. Mas, preciso parar de jogar por algum tempo. Melhore rapidamente, dedo do pe.walter

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Oi!Ja acabei de jogar futebol com um time brasileiro. Fiz um gol e ajudou num outro! Tenho ginga pra caralho, meu. (Eu tou me achando, ne?). Acho que eu quebrei um dedinho, mas vai melhorar.Tchau,walter

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Friends,Recently, I attended a farmer's market and received one of the best compliments I have ever been given by a stranger. Strolling around the booths, I saw a man hawking his green, multi-ingredient concoction and decided to sample some. The drink was tasty, but that is not the point. The man had a stringy goatee hanging tenaciously from his chin down to mid-chest, and he said to me with a

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Hello friends,Looking in a mirror today: People look strange. Wait, I look like a person. Strange.On a slightly related note, I've turned in a paper.That's all for now,walter

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Hello fellow survivors,We have an answer (with apologies for distorting poor old Tom's intentions):This is the dead landThis is cactus landHere the stone imagesAre raised, here they receiveThe supplication of a dead man's handUnder the twinkle of a fading star.It's still twinkling too much for my tastes, but we shall make do, shall we not?Strange,walter

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Quick note,I am in love with the world. I don't want it to end today or tomorrow.Hoping those ladies were wrong,walter

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Blessings, dear friends,Whilst ambling along the avenue yesterday evening, I was approached by a pair of doom criers. One, despondent, unkempt, penning a mournful wail in her tearful eyes, mouth formed vainly for its escape, wore a board proclaiming the end of the world on May 21st. She staggered, speechless, back and forth across the sidewalk, plaintively meeting the eyes of each passing

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Gesundheit,I almost bought a pair of red shoes today. My last pair wore out a long time ago and I've been staidly hobbling about in sedate black ones. Fret not, gentle reader, for I well know the benefits of black shoes, my classic set in particular, and would no sooner debase them than accept a slap in the face; fresh, clean, versatile, they pass as well in casual company as they do in

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IdealityHartley ColeridgeThe vale of Tempe had in vain been fair, Green Ida never deem’d the nurse of Jove; Each fabled stream, beneath its covert grove, Had idly murmur’d to the idle air; The shaggy wolf had kept his horrid lair In Delphi’s cell, and old Trophonius’ cave, And the wild wailing of the Ionian wave Had never blended with the sweet despair Of Sappho’s death-song: if the sight

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-18910238630747182302011-04-29T09:23:00.004+01:002011-05-02T08:57:18.865+01:00

Happy Queen's Day!In order to celebrate the birthday of the Dutch queen (actually the Dutch Queen's mother, and even that may be wrong. My recollection fades. Someone was born, at some point in the past, and celebrations are due), I will be selling some of my possessions on a rug in front of my apartment. I expect that no one will have any clue what I am doing, for several reasons. Reason the

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-79460639456049779292011-04-17T06:57:00.004+01:002011-04-17T07:35:55.271+01:00

Meine damen und herren,Friday evening I had the pleasure of sitting through St. John's Passion. The instruments were made to the specifications of those at the time of the writing, according to the introduction given by the conductor. Then, they began playing, and I started remembering things from pasts that may even have been my own, but you will likely recognize them as not and as

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-42291984798639193872011-04-15T02:46:00.002+01:002011-04-15T03:05:42.351+01:00

Good day,In my dreams I am a tree in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. The apocalypse itself was a slow fizzle by human standards, but to my contracted perception of time it was a flash in the otherwise constant gloaming hum of days and nights that bleed together. I lay down new roots in all directions, shearing off those which have consumed what meager nutrients remain in the scorched earth, and

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-15383246954535532662011-04-08T21:18:00.003+01:002011-04-08T21:32:37.857+01:00

Hello,A couple weeks ago, I learned what oats look like when growing in the wild. As a child, I saw them all the time and used them as projectiles because they stick to shirts, blissfully ignorant of their true identity. Now, every day I wake up into a world full of new knowledge, new sources of tiny snacks while I walk to campus, new hopes and possibilities.cheers,walter

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-61294671029931516302011-01-06T06:16:00.003Z2011-01-16T07:51:58.089Z

Good evening,Stevie Bindalow never has time to sit still. Neither does Samuel, who spends most of his time several steps behind Stevie. Biologically, they both need to eat every fifteen minutes, on average, or their metabolisms will sputter to a stop, and they will die. As a consequence, they are constantly busy finding food. Stevie is, at least. Samuel offers unwanted criticism and, when

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Happy new year,While in the desert, at approximately 00:03 January 1, 2011, I was almost eaten by a coyote. Or, standing on the other foot, I was suddenly and fleetingly connected to the protective presence of a majestic creature.In my dream, I am a coyote now, passing unseen through the harsh nocturnal landscape. I am alone for the moment. The creosote scent of the rain-touched bushes hangs

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Welcome back,Seymour Taft awoke in his armchair seconds before sunlight oozed through the gap below his slanted blinds and lit his groggy face. Blinking, rubbing his eyes, and yawning, he considered closing the blinds all the way, or at least making them even. Cheryl had said that leaving them crooked would wear them out faster. Seymour had no particular interest in the durability of his

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Hello my friends,One of the most beautiful places on Earth is Point Lobos, on a cloudy day at sunset. Ocean plants, caught between tides, are lashed by relentless surges like palm trees by tsunamis. Cypress trees grow on serene clifftops, gathering mist in their branches. Although the sky is gray, the waves churn the ocean water bright blue. Standing on the hardened sandstone, in the cold

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Blessings friends,Me and my buddies Matt, Marcus, and Junior were walking into the city the other day, and we could have used a good meal. We'd spent most of the whole day walking, our feet hurt, it was hot, it was late, and to be honest we were getting a little sick of each other. Tensions were running high. I asked what time it was. 21:19 by my watch, spat Marcus. You use twenty-four hour

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-13728790196238966592010-09-02T10:21:00.001+01:002010-09-02T21:51:50.455+01:00

Bon courage,On the northern tip of Africa, near some of the most productive agricultural lands of the ancient Mediterranean, a small horn juts into the open sea. The phoenicians settled there, and laid the foundations for an independent colony, Carthage. Over time, it became one of the most important cities in the world, the head of an empire that rivaled Rome. Rivaled, but eventually

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Good morning,My thoughts have recently turned to self-evaluation. A great help, I received a selection of comments from last quarter's students. I will reproduce a smattering of these comments below.always willing to helpWalter is the shitOn occasion, Walter would not know what I was asking for help with.very helpful, fast-acting, friendlyDavid is very approachable, very helpful, and is an

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Dearest friends,I am recently feeling like a protagonist in a written work of popular Japanese fiction. I am not aware of any wells in my proximity, so finding a dry one would be asking too much. Instead, I will tell you a brief story about Yubtumbo, the flattener.Yubtumbo was the sixteenth son of a seventh son, and thus, by the divine laws of such things, he was shipped to a monkery for proper

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Good day,Last night, a slight variation. Reclined in the passenger seat of a massive steamroller, I, through the fact that I am contained in the great vehicle, the hulking craft being driven, am guided by a silent, shapeless figure named, judging by the placard on the dashboard, Jawa. The ride is very smooth. I am not a passenger of the rolling beast. My left side is methodically and

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-56254090529402616952009-11-06T22:42:00.002Z2009-11-06T23:47:06.718Z

Hello,I have recently had a recurring dream, wherein I am walking. I am on a road, and this road is filled with people. My meandering, purposeless course invariably swerves into and then never leaves the oncoming lane of traffic. The road is empty of cars, save one ambulance parked in the distance, facing me. Curious, and conveniently amnesiac about prior nights, I approach. As the shadowy

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-90808162901944316942008-10-11T09:30:00.003+01:002008-10-11T10:21:11.626+01:00

How do you do,Seymour Taft devoured the last bites of his cobb salad and rushed home on his dented, rusting Schwinn 10-speed. The rear wheel wobbled as it spun, attempting to wrest itself free. It was restrained only by Seymour's weight. Drops of sweat evaporated from his exposed arms, regulating his body temperature. He had rolled his sleeves to mitigate the heat.When he arrived, he

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-76970756424118877922008-07-23T21:29:00.003+01:002008-07-23T22:18:02.979+01:00

Good evening,The Dutch sunset is slowly falling asleep outside my window, outside all the windows in the Netherlands, shrouded along the horizon by its tenuous gray blanket. Even on otherwise clear nights, the sky a prostrate rainbow fading, stretching up to darkness and, eventually, to the brightest stars' first faint flickers, the sunset clings to the familiarity of these inveterate

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-37006114114562193992008-01-30T09:31:00.000Z2008-01-30T10:40:13.984Z

4:22 hours pre-op.Pulse 59 bpmBlood pressure 118/57Temperature 36.6 CGeneral condition approved to continue.In high spirits. Only slight concern for the imminent pain of recovery.Medical team excited. Great lengths to assemble enough of the best specialists to last the duration of the procedure. Rotations scheduled precisely. Sharpest among the group will piece some of it together. Can't be

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Friendly greetings,Dutch classes don't start until January. I've managed to pick up a word or two from advertisements and movies. 50% minder suiker I assume means 50% less sugar. The subtitles say verdomme when someone says, "Damn," and jammer when someone says, "That's a shame," or something to that effect. I can occasionally get a laugh from my dutch friends by showing off my meager

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-56210726922927212532006-11-17T18:53:00.000Z2006-11-20T09:17:42.043Z

geachte vrienden,I don't live in Scotland anymore. I lived in Pittsburgh, but I don't live there anymore either. I know. You're wondering, "Where does that leave? Where could he be now?" Clearly: Eindhoven, the Netherlands. The Netherlands also means Holland to some. This is a place that happens to be in Europe. It's not in Scandinavia, nor does it border the Mediterranean Sea. People

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-22426848433809881062006-11-17T18:33:00.000Z2006-11-17T18:39:49.095Z

Hello friends,It is not without ponderous and lengthy deliberations that I disclose to you the fruits of my past several months. In the end, my excitement and, though I know it baseless, pride for what my efforts have brought to light persuade me to enter, confidently, the public forum. On March 17th, while trudging across the tundra, mile after mile, I stopped for a quick drink from my canteen.

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-1115829159110202332005-05-11T15:54:00.000+01:002005-12-14T05:23:19.433Z

Walter,We have never met, and most likely never will. My name is Eugenia R. Cadbury (the R. stands for Redoubtable, don't you know, but I've never liked it. It's a lot of pressure, wouldn't you say?). I'll get right to the point, my dear, you must be awfully confused. I hope you understand that I was quite confused myself until very recently. On second thought, I feel I simply must convey

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-1114433673191176402005-05-11T15:07:00.000+01:002005-05-12T01:48:41.676+01:00

Hello to you,The plaintive cry faded as I continued walking. The bird didn't follow me. Once I was out of earshot, the innocent encounter slipped my mind. I left Stockholm, I left Sweden, I came to Edinburgh. In Scotland, a great many miles away. En route, I met an Iranian-Swedish woman who, with only a little effort, spoke English. She had lost her job of 16 years to a slowing economy, and

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-1113737374157271012005-04-17T12:08:00.000+01:002005-04-17T19:59:24.300+01:00

Gentle associates,In Stockholm, Sweden, there is a musem that displays the mighty warship Vasa, flagship of the 17th century Swedish navy. The towering juggernaut fills four stories of open space from bottom of keel to top of aftcastle. For every gun on each of her two entire decks devoted to cannon, a unique, scowling lion is emblazoned on the port-hole cover. She is coated with sculptures of

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-1111541904483103092005-03-23T00:52:00.000Z2005-03-23T01:41:10.926Z

Dear friends,Today I learned with much delight that the national flower of south africa is the protea. Here is a story about change:Tonight I went for a walk. This walk was a happy walk, there was no sad meandering tonight. I strode along the empty street, past a pawnbroker and a homemade chocolate store and towering walls of nondescript buildings that bled into each other and were broken only

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-1106754836830725672005-01-27T13:50:00.000Z2005-01-27T13:56:56.130Z

Regards, Edinburgh is fairly clean, as far as cities go. The unavoidable gumspots dot the sidewalk, but, where in other cities there would be discarded fastfood bags and pizza boxes, here there is clean stone. Don't be mistaken, the dark denizens who haunt the pubs do their best to scar the streets, smashing used cigarettes with their shoes before stumbling home to sleep. But there is a force

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-1106052651824597652005-01-18T11:09:00.000Z2005-01-18T16:31:03.463Z

Please help me, Today there is white on the ground and in the air. This is not a normal thing for me, I am frightened by the flecks that land on my window and the absence of the grass. Where did the grass go, and why is it no longer green where the grass should be? In the program called paint, you can select a little bucket, and select the color white, and change the grass on any picture you

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-1104343770968826732005-01-09T01:20:00.000Z2005-01-09T01:33:33.236Z

Greetings from Scotland once again, Several commercial flights ago, I temporarily adopted an old man. Though he was most certainly of Indian descent, my private name for him was Boris Van Der Waal. Boris because I feel the name is grossly underused in both my life and this, my blog. Van Der Waal because it ties it together, after a fashion. Well there it is, the whole point of the story, naked

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Salutations chaps, He slugs his way into the classroom, but not like a boxer. Like a gastropod, and fittingly, he's always late. If I've been careful, there are no empty spaces beside me. He falls into the nearest seat like a ziplocTM filled with liquid, and a slight belch escapes as the seal breaks. Once settled, he removes his coat. But this is not a coat of cloth or leather, this is a coat of

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Hello, For the past few days, not before, I have seen a fire burning across the water, miles away. Its strength waxes and wanes, but as it burns it does not move. The flame is precisely confined. A closed system, it has no fuel. It burns itself. As they drift, the night's clouds taunt the fire with their motion. In return, the orange intensity rends them from their innominate darkness,

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Hello friends, I advise you to spend a little time balancing a pen on a tube of chapstick. On a plain background, from the correct angle, it is a very calming construct to behold. Here I have reproduced the effect as best I could, foreshortened to appear three-dimensional: T Tread lightly, walter

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Quite early, Another hike today, to Arthur's Seat this time. I can smell the mud and grass on my shoes like when I played soccer. I don't bend over to sniff them, because that would be stupid. The smell leaves the shoes and floats through the air to my nose. I do not bring this up for the olfactory sensation alone. Here is my story about rugby: Three of us went to Murrayfield stadium on Saturday

walterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00145502646098130748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448680.post-1099677236374123502004-11-05T17:20:00.000Z2004-11-05T18:03:19.213Z

Breaking news, My internet keeps breaking. An excerpt from an email sent to the ResNet help desk: Internet Kidnapped! EDINBURGH (Reuters) -- Late last week, trouble arose at the International Summit of Being Able to Do Homework. The keynote speaker, Internet, ascended to the podium and began its speech. "I love everyone," spake Internet, on behalf of everything righteous and true. But the

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Evening comes earlier now, I thought I'd relate to you a story about my room. I have two windows. One of these faces north, over Princes Street Gardens and New Town towards the Firth of Forth. The other faces west, towards the castle. My first few weeks here, a scarcely-audible buzzing noise would leak from the west window, and I summarily ignored it for quite some time due perhaps, and this

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Welcome back, I hiked to the top of calton hill today. Various monuments dotted the grassy summit, including a giant unfinished parthenon. They ran out of money after constructing only one side of it, and it was left as it was. It was strangely cold, like the penguin exhibit at sea world. The low fog ceiling could have hidden the speakers and fans and insulation. Some cold wants to kill, this

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Buongiorno! Bologna has a beastly airport. I noticed when I arrived. The floor is covered in red marble with white veins, like a cross-section of Italian meat. I had to stand in a zig-zag line and felt trapped in an intestine waiting to be digested. Then I took a taxi to Barbara's. "Via _____ Vente Due." "Grunt." "Grazie." Money. Italy is a place with good food and strange people. The

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Good evening, I have two things to post: Interesting fact the first, there are shops that have the suffix -monger here. cheesemonger. fishmonger. That's awesome. Interesting fact the second, tonight a person walking in front of me was egged from a car. I sprinted after the car in question for about two blocks, waiting for it to hit a red light. It did, but as I was just coming up to it, it

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Good morning, I woke up early on a Saturday to go stand in a crowd for the opening of the Scottish Parliament. I was not really sure what that meant, and I wasn't sure what I was waiting to see. There were a few archers standing around, and a few people dressed as peasants; it seemed like an SCA gathering. Then some kids got up and started prancing around and saying stuff and singing, but

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Good evening, A quick note to keep you informed: upon leaving the small restaurant at which my friends and I ate, we were quickly accosted by a large group of females, worthy of armour hot dogs, dressed as constables. A constable is a police officer, which is someone who enforces laws. They weren't really constables, mind you, because it would be redundant to have that many in the same place,

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Hello again, "Are you the real radio vandal?" I was looking at the face of a gaunt Scottish woman, speaking in a thick accent through smoke-stained teeth. Before I could decipher her question, she shrugged and continued walking. She must have assumed from the blank stare she received in answer that I was not, in fact, the real radio vandal. I just wanted some groceries. One of the first

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hello, my name is walter talbott. I live in edinburgh for a year because I am learning here. Edinburgh is in scotland, which is, in turn, in the united kingdom. Is good, no? everything is different here than where i used to be from, which was stanford, california, the united states. the weather is cold. When I walk into class there is sun and dry, when i walk out there is sun and wet. How

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new post to the world. I promise nothing.

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