Augusta. Ohhh, man. I can picture him growing up and going to conventions, probably dressed in a hermetically sealed furry costume.

The Tard Blog shocked me for a while, but then I started laughing. Even if I hadn't started laughing, I don't have the street credibility to call down a Special Ed. teacher, especially when so many of the positive responses in her lettercol are from other Special Ed. teachers. I just know which end of the gun the bullets come out of. Those guys are combat veterans.

Combat veterans indeed, of many campaigns. The sheer variety of screw-uppedness amoungst those kids is intriguing and harrowing.

I've got a girlfriend who's a special ed teacher and I just sent her to go look at the blog. I'll be interested to see what she has to say about it.

On a completely different note, there's a cute picture (although low quality; my camera battery was dying) of you and Patrick at Writer's Weekend over here and if you positively loathe having pictures of yourself posted on the net, let me know and I'll take 'em down. :)

-Catie

First they came for the verbs, and I said nothing because verbing weirds language.
Then they arrival for the nouns, and I speech nothing because I no verbs.

Not Moby-Dick, but The Confidence Man.
Not On the Road, but Visions of Cody.
Not The Big Sleep, but The Long Goodbye. (I'd argue this any time, any place.)
Not The Executioner's Song (which is not even a novel), but Harlot's Ghost.

Also:

WTF (W for Where, as in "W was W when wingmen were waiting? aWol?) were Thomas Pynchon and my pick for best 20th century novel in English, Ken Kesey's Sometimes a Great Notion?

MKK

So I find that I'm relatively well-read in the literature of about 1830 to 1950, and ignorant about everything else. I have no idea why that is. (My personal list would be extremely science-fiction-heavy.)

(There were several authors of whom I had only read, or better liked, other works; I'd have picked different ones for Roth, Calvino and Rushdie.)

Or, at least they should go on The Compleat Diagram of Persons Who Should Not Be Copy-Editors.

But there's one question they're dead wrong on. The origin of O.K. was definitely established a long time ago. Or so says Cecil Adams, and I trust Cecil.

[Relevant background: I have a B.S.Ed from Millersville University, dual-certification Elementary Ed K-6 and Special Ed K-12, SpEd concentration on teaching the emotionally disturbed; and a program focus on educating in inner-city schools. I was a classroom SpEd teacher in residential schools every summer from age 16-20, and my combined majors program meant I was also in a classroom 4-10 hours/week every semester except first freshman (none) and final senior (two 8-week school practicum assignments, no on-campus classes at all). The Tard Blog entries are entirely familiar. That I didn't make my career in classroom teaching was a fall of the job-market dice when I graduated.]

Help! I've become dependent on aldaily.com as a source of interesting articles (about 40% of what they link to), but I can't read it without grinding my teeth at the remaining 60% - all those endless chip on the shoulder rants about the inferiority of Islam, the French, modern art, and all socialists except George Orwell.

Is there anything out there which is an equally enticing roundup of news and reviews without being quite so constipated?

Oh, and by the way, the first link just links back to Making Light.

MKK

1. You need paper, pens, and a nice big dictionary.

2. One person in the group (a group of 4-8 people works best) looks through the dictionary for an obscure word that no one in the group recognizes. That person announces the word to the group, and copies the actual dictionary definition (only one, if there are multiple definitions) onto a sheet of paper.

3. All the other players make up false definitions for that word, and write them down. The more plausible-sounding, the better, but they should be false.

4. The word-picker then reads all of the definitions aloud once, then goes back through them, allowing each player to vote for the definition he or she thinks is correct.

5. If you vote for the correct definition, you get a point. If someone votes for your false definition, you get a point. If you picked the word and no one guesses correctly, you get a point.

6. I've always wondered, why is there no rule 6?

7. The game is over when each person has had a turn picking a word. Whoever has the most points wins.

8. Don't play against Phil Klass. He lies more skillfully than you do. So does Fruma Klass.

Also, it confirms my general feeling that although receiving free services through the school district is nice, private services are preferable, because the providers always know who's paying them.

Why the authors of the blog feel this way is certanly understandable, but think about it: if your doctor had a blog and wrote about you that way, you would feel this was a serious violation of your privacy and want him fired or his license suspended or some such. There is a basic level of human respect missing from the tard blog indicating to me that the authors need to seek another line of work. While I'm willing to entertain the idea that the authors behave much better on the job, I do not just take their word for it.

It puts me very much in mind of nurses humour I've encountered. People in mind wrenchingly stressful jobs end up having very bent senses of humour. I didn't get a bad feeling from what I read.

"No rule #6" may have a fannish connection; it was well-established at the MITSFS 30 years ago, and I doubt it started there. Somebody should track it down.... (OTOH, somebody at the NESFA table in the Torcon dealers room was looking for the \specific/ Eric Frank Russell story they had been told was the earliest known cite for the alleged Chinese curse. Do I believe that?)

The absense of Rule 6 is funny in itself, but also a device to get in two more shouts of "No poofters!"

If there's a "There is no Rule 6" that predates that sketch, I'd be very interested to hear it.

Example, pulling one at random out of the box: Old Korean saying, "A monk cannot..."

I was going to give the answer, but I want to see what people come up with.

Maybe I do have that sort of taste.

I go around and around with Kerouac. In a heads-up comparison, I go with Visions over Road for just the reason you give: Visions is not a coherent narrative, but a big splash of Kerouac's brain. It's a rewrite of Road as Kerouac got full control (in an esthetic that denigrated control) of his style. A truer vision, for better or worse.

Other days, I'll tell you that Maggie Cassidy or Doctor Sax is his best--they are certainly his sweetest (except Pic, which is a little too sweet). Maybe it's Big Sur--I say that because I've never been able to finish that little book. The pain which wafts off it is just too much--strong stuff. Lonesome Traveler is not a novel, or even fiction, so.

But I go back to Visions for a variety of reasons.

Perhaps it's the conditions under which I read it, hitchhiking to my rendezvous with a schoolbus full of crazy political hippies that I'd hopped on in Kansas City on my way to San Fran. (I dreamed about some of that crowd last night, one of them telling another that I was still trustworthy.) I finished it in Boulder, as the 25th anniversary party for Road was on at Naropa.

I'd just written my first piece of paid writing, a long, text-heavy review of King Crimson's Beat, and was crazy for that period of literature. I was living in Fayetteville, Arkansas, and was yet to meet (but had read!) John Clellon Holmes, who became one of my two great teachers there. His influence on me was decisive; from him I received this opinion, later.

It's John who made us study the forebears of the Beats, which to his mind were Blake and Baudelaire and Rimbaud, yes, but Hawthorne, Emerson, Thoreau, Melville, Dickinson, Whitman, Twain, James, Pound, and Lawrence--American writers all (if in Lawrence's case by choice and circumstance), and mostly writers who struggled in their idea of the American character.

The Melville which the Beats (the New York Beats--a different breed of cat than the San Fran Beats) particularly loved was that of Pierre and poetry. (To this day, I repeat as my own John's opinion that the best poetry about the Civil War was Melville's and that the best prose was Whitman's Specimen Days--it makes such a tidy balance!)

Pierre was too dark even for me (and I read it under even odder circumstances--when I finished it, the best reading at hand was a David Morrell action-thriller)--thus The Confidence-Man. I read it twice, but years ago--I believe I read it and Moby-Dick once in the same week back in San Fran (those damned hippies again). I made my opinion then--perhaps I should revisit it.

A long answer--perhaps, as you suggested, I have a taste for big, rough writing.

I found the reference to "a couple of homos" in the "Augusta" story just, well, utterly charming.

"No poofters!"

Jon Meltzer, I suspect that J. Daniel Scruggs would have done a lot better if he'd had teachers as mindful, caring, observant, and committed to his well-being as Sarah Hammon -- or, even more so, Riti Sped.

Check out how closely Riti monitors her students, and knows each one in detail on a minute-by-minute basis. She doesn't just cope with their weirder behaviors; she understands them, and gets in as much teaching as they'll hold still for. She sees past the gaudy behavior to the kid inside. See Guest Contributor: What it's like in RIti's class, or Sub is not welcomed for particularly clear examples.

Notice also how many of the stories about Tyler and Tyrell are about Riti being there for the kids during non-school hours.

I suspect that what shocks a lot of people about RIti's accounts of her days is that not just her humorous treatment of the subject. It's also that she doesn't like all her students equally, and occasionally retaliates for particularly bad behavior, or takes sides in fights, or privately applauds what she sees as the operations of justice. She makes judgements. She has preferences.

I like her for that. It means she's reacting to these kids like a human being dealing with human beings.

Which would you rather have happen when you're not around: Your family and friends occasionally making jokes at your expense, as families and friends will do? Or, when someone starts to make such a joke, to have all the others shush them in that sweet, mournful, over-serious way and say "Oh, no -- you mustn't make fun of him."

Robert, I don't know who came up with the Observer's list. Perhaps it was Robert McCrum, who's linked-to at the end. I think it has to be the work of a small number of people, or possibly only one, because it has remarks in it like "wrongly overlooked".

I thought some of its choices were seriously weird, and many of its descriptions were flippant and shallow. (I was nonplussed by its citation of James Ellroy's La Confidential, but that might have been a typo.) It gestures vaguely in the direction of SF by including 1984, justly, and Brave New World, which hasn't held up nearly as well -- but mentions nothing else in the genre.

It seemed to me that a lot of its choices were deliberately contrarian, like citing Hemingway's Men Without Women -- which isn't even a novel. And if he's going to throw in thrillers, where for pete's sake is Dashiell Hammett? I'll stack up Red Harvest against any other detective novel you could name.

I think the compiler must be male. Otherwise he'd have listed Cold Comfort Farm or I Capture the Castle, possibly both.

Adamsj, I'll agree with you on The Long Goodbye vs. The Big Sleep. And stop flagellating yourself for leaving the hyphen and subtitle out of The Confidence-Man: His Masquerade. The Observer's list mangled a lot more titles than that.

Mary Kay, I don't know the dates, but I remember looking at the Friberg illustrations in the Book of Mormon when I was a little kid suffering through long church meetings. What's going on is that he and Frazetta were both working out of the same narrative tradition in art. That sort of thing fell thoroughly out of fashion in the Twentieth Century, so unless you go looking, you only see examples when it's pertinent to a particular subject. For example, you only see Jacques-Louis David's drawings and paintings of contemporary subjects if they're being used to illustrate some point about the French Revolution or the Napoleonic era. They're not looked at for their own sake. It's a pity; for several centuries there, artists produced a lot of cool narrative art.

About that damned hyphen--I used to be the best proofreader in the county. It was a small county.

Erik Nelson, where do people who are into cryonics fit into that chart?

Chip, I took the Alchemist's Challenge. I think I should have gotten credit on "OK"; which is to say, I disagree with his answer. I was embarrassed to have missed the one about the Fuller Building, aka the Flatiron Building. My first impulse was to answer that it's the oldest surviving skyscraper in NYC, but then I talked myself into a different answer. Shouldn't have done that.

I love that test, and have mentioned it before in my weblog, a long while back. It's a work of art. Look at the first question:

Dido is:

A machine used to cut ornate moldings in wood.

An extinct flightless bird once living on the island of Mauritius.

A sex toy.

The queen of Carthage and the spurned lover of Aeneas.

A group of early twentieth-century artists who used accidental and incongruous elements in their work.

An accomplished female classical singer.

Davey, I wouldn't call it down in any event. I have a great many teachers in my family, at least one of whom taught Special Ed. The rant of hers that comes to mind was on that perennial subject, parents who have unreasonable expectations regarding the curriculum -- in this case, parents who thought the Special Ed. program should be doing more to teach their children how to clean themselves properly after using the bathroom. The rant ended: "There's a lot I'm willing to do, but if these people can't teach their own children how to wipe their butts, I'm not going to do it for them."

I have great respect for Special Ed. teachers. I could never do their job.

Steve, what's enticing to one person is dreary to another, so I'm not sure I can help you there. If anyone else has a suggestion, they should speak up.

Mary Kay, thanks for the heads-up on the Rokoko link. Its date had gotten mis-set as well, so now I've fixed both problems. Did you notice that they also have pages on other periods? They list as Mittelalter, Renaissance, Barock, Rokoko, Empire, Biedermeier, Grfcnderzeit, and Bellea0Epoque what we would call Medieval, Renaissance, Baroque, Rococo, Regency, Romantic or Early Victorian, Later Victorian, and finally either Edwardian, Belle Epoque, or (lately) "like Titanic".

I liked that blue riding habit, myself. What a great period for cross-dressing that must have been.

Kathryn, I don't think the Tard Blog is nearly as disrespectful as you do. And I strongly disagree about private services being preferable. What we need are better public services. Did you notice how many of those students' families couldn't afford a thing, and how many of them were sufficiently dysfunctional that without the day-in-day-out program at school, the kids would never have gotten the consistent attention to their problems that they so desperately need?

Funding public schools is always a good idea.

Christopher; A monk cannot give the bride away?

Adamsj, I'd know you for a proofreader anywhere. Who else would wail that they were semi-literate because they'd left a hyphen out of a book title?

Seems like a complete statement to me.

Tom Russell used this line in the chorus of one of his recent songs. If you're not familiar with him, he's one of the finest literary singer-songwriters out there.

http://www.tomrussell.com/brutal.html

Tom Russell is a man who attracts coincidences. I think it's because he's never done one thing or been in one place for very long. The big break that got him back into songwriting was when he was driving cab in New York, picked up Robert Hunter as a passenger, sang Gallo del Cielo, and got a gig opening for him the next night. This is the song he wrote in the garage of his house in Mountain View, a few blocks away from me. For that coincidence to happen, Tom had to have his marriage end, leave his family, move to New York, drive cab, and not sell any novels. So I'm really not recommending this as a career approach that anyone should attempt to follow. Just listen to his songs.

"The gypsy's on the move, but the caravan remains."

"Pretty Thing", from Smile, by The Jayhawks. A lot of their fans don't like Smile; I like it a lot.

I have a friend who was an EMT, a friend who worked with OxFAM (an NGO that provides food assistance in the 3rd World), and an ex-BOL who was a cop, and some of their jokes were pretty dark stuff. It goes with the territory.

I find context is critically important. I give people in the trenches, dealing daily with others' suffering, a lot more leeway than people on the sidelines who would make such jokes.

Whether it's wise for them to put it on the web is a whole nother story, because the kids' parents may well be offended, and they could lose their jobs over it. Speaking of which, it'd make a great book or movie.

-l.

I was speaking from a personal rather than policy perspective. Of course we need better public services. But I suspect the quality of services is higher (a) if I pay, and (b) if I watch. This is not a hypothetical preference, but one drawn from experience.

On the other hand, I have just dropped all private services in favor of public ones. The drain on both our finances and my time was substantial.

I grew up across the street (almost literally) from Millersville University. (It was Millersville State College then. My dad was a sociology professor there.)

Random comment. Small world. You probably won't see this, but I had to post.

-Sarah

I agree with Teresa completely: it's a work of art. I used to do the daily quizzes at www.chatgames.com, and I tried my hand at writing some. Coming up with decent trivia questions is fairly easy, but coming up with three plausible wrong answers for each one is hard!

The one I think I'm proudest of was on a quiz about Robert Heinlein:

This non-SF book about a round-the-world trip was not published until after Heinlein's death.

a) Stranger in a Strange Land
b) Tramp Royale
c) Glory Road
d) To Sail Beyond the Sunset

,,,but I digress. My point is that the wrong answers on the Alchemist's Challenge quiz are really nicely done.

You beat me out. I got 74%, from too many wrong guesses on a 50% chance. It's a lovely, lovely quiz.

And for all who pointed out the actual reference to the header on this thread, I still like the Thurber offshoot. Not that many of us wear velvet gowns (tho TNH would be seriously fetching in same!). ((And yes, I do believe it's important to compliment the host betimes, especially when one can do so without stretching the truth.))

Cheers,
Tom

He is a very bright little boy and is nothing like the kids in the Tard blog. But I have met and deal with a lot of special ed folk. As of September, I dropped his private occupational therapy, physical therapy, and Jungian sand tray psychotherapy (cool stuff; every time I went into that woman's office, I wanted to be the patient), and am letting the school take over that end of things, but I am keeping close tabs on them. So far, it's working wonderfully. He's off to a great start in 1st grade.

Instead, I'm replacing the services with strategically selected fun activities. Interestingly, I have found the yoga teacher for my son that is the one all the really hardcore special ed people use. She teaches a Special Needs yoga class for kids. This is the non-special needs class. The kids in the class mostly have some issue but are relatively normal, but several have siblings who are severely disabled or retarded. (One has an older sibling who died of her disability; another has a severely retarded twin brother who waits with the parents and the babies in the waiting room.) The waiting room functions as a kind of ad hoc Special Ed parents support group. One of the dads, the one whose daughter died, is also a Special Ed teacher and is very eager to give helpful advice.

While I have seen the Clinical Detachment model of coping with Special Needs kids deployed (a couple of faces immediately come to mind), there seem to be other responses. It is not like surgery. Cutting into someone to help them is inherently an unnatural psychological situation. Relating to Special Needs kids need not be. There are other ways.

Parents of Special Needs kids frequently encounter people of the Clinical Detachment persuasion, people who cause a lot of unnecessary grief because maintaining their detachment is so important to them.

Quite the contrary, I've known several people in high-stress, emotionally-exhausting jobs like this, and the ones who talk like this when they're away from the people they provide help to are the ones who are least detached from their jobs, their obligations, the full emotional gravity of it.

I think some folks keep seeing the Tard Blog's tone as evidence that its authors are cynical, walled-off, and uncaring. I see it as exactly the opposite. The EMTs I've known all talk like this about their jobs, if you give them half a chance. But they wouldn't talk like this to the people whose lives they're trying to save, or to their friends or relatives.

There are indeed "care providers" who are way to "clinically detached" to do a good and humane job. I really believe that's a different set of people. (I'm willing to believe that there's some small overlap between the sets.)

And if you begin to suspect you're a character in one, try and get the hell out before the first chorus. The situation will not improve. :)

If the picture is zappenduster, it's night and the tapir is sleeping.

What does "Zappenduster mean?' I tried Babelfishing and that didn't help me but it did tell me the following. (But Babelfish is quirky; I tried translating Poe's Raven, and it turned a volume of forgotten lore into a forgotten truck-pond.)

"If this picture is more zappenduster, it is much because of the fact that night is and the TAP Irish sleeps.

Two T/plate rack TAP Irish the Aria and Jinak are patent from Christine and Goetz. Even if they have trouble still thereby to "aunt" and "uncle" to say, then they are the none ones it so far nevertheless created durable members of the group house to become."

I don't know. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't. Maybe she's fibbing about the German immigrant parents (a circumstance which doesn't affect the story either way). Maybe she's being irresponsible. I can't tell from here.

If you can determine exactly who s/he is, from the information given, I'll pay you $100. And I'm glad to have THN, or PNH, or any reliable third party (agreed on by both of us) adjudicate whether you've actually determined his/her identity. And I'll bet another $25 that someone with more money than I have would cover that bet, and give you a higher stake.

Going from case history to person is very difficult.

Cheers,
Tom

1. It is definitely a German word (3,170 hits), and Translate has no clue what it means, so it's likely slang.

2. It appears most often in association with reports of soccer games, most often only in the headline.

3. Whatever it is, it's not glorious news; it's associated with computer failures, power outages, and Nostradamus prophecies.

4. On the other hand, it can't be all that bad, since it's the name of a daylily cultivar, someone's net handle, and what appears to be a rock group.

5. Ah. Finally, what looks like a definition.

6. And even a stab at etymology...

more zappenduster

Recently I read an article over the structure of the eye. Therefore there are zapfenfoermige ' sehzellen, those in the eye ' is responsible for the color perception and ' rod-shaped ' sehzellen, which react only to brightness differences. With darkness the quantity of light is enough no longer for the ' taps ', so that one takes no more colors truely, but evenly only different gray tones.

Therefore it could be more zappenduster ' so dark ' that one can recognize only ' grey '.

This is not ' more zappenduster ' however the etymologische explanation for. But it explains, why ' all cats are grey ' at night.

Another explanation could be that it goes on the ' tap caper ' back. That was the impact of an officer on the tapping cock, in order to indicate to the landlord and the soldier the end of the bar. This might probably have happened always to advanced hour, at least it might have been evenly ' more zappenduster ' already darkly. And there it in earlier times fewer lanterns on the roads gave...

In addition, this explanation is probably too far fetched.

Anyhow the intelligent one means that ' more zappenduster ' probably on rotwelsche ' zofon ' = ' midnight ' back goes. I.e. it is simply ' midnight dark '.

Incidentally, that weird "more zappenduster" construction that keeps showing up? It's an artifact of Babelfish, presumably trying to interpret the -er suffix. On the original German pages, it's just 'zappenduster' all by itself between those quotes.

And, that's about as far as I want to travel tonight.

I don't know if we should take this to mean that no names are changed, but I do take it to mean that no other attempts have been made o conceal identity.

You *do* know that 'compleat' and 'complete' do not have identical meanings, don't you, Erik? :->

Dang, I knew someone was going to ask that. Unfortunately, it's been a year or two since I found this out, and I don't remember precisely. I'm absolutely certain someone else who reads Making Light does, though.

(The Great Ghod Ghughle has failed me, his loyal acolyte! He refuses to shine His holy and enlightening gaze down upon me, no matter how carefully I plan my search-term/prayers!)

1. Of or characterized by a highly developed or wide-ranging skill or proficiency.
2. Being an outstanding example of a kind; quintessential.

---L.

Erik Olson said no such thing. Erik Nelson did.

I'd go back and fix it if I could, but I can't, so I won't, as we used to say on the playground.

Then I bought a twelve-string, and yes, my fingers really did bleed.

Finally, I realized that unlike the semi-non-unhinged aye aye, I don't got rhyth *ploink* mmmmm!

Cheers,
Tom

Besides morphing the name of my blog to Oneself Pilgrimages's Walnuts: A viewpoints of therapists workers fronts grotto levels and my name to Clanging Munsey (too damm close for comfort) it really did a job on the names from quotes on the right side:

-- Thomas Merton to Thoughtlessness Meritorious
-- Mohandas Gahdhi to Mohammed Gangplank

Besides, any program that can come up with sentences like

Why putter in timber on thimble settlement of pagination?

Thermodynamics havana beehives tyrannosaurus, anders murmuring, andy forest a timmy then canvasser seedling invariantly, buttocks in thermofax endeavors theorize always fairbanks. Thirds of it . . . always.

Thanks for the several recent history Particles. Here are two more for you:

That Wacky Millennium!
http://pw2.netcom.com/~rogermw/millennium.html

and

That Wacky Century!
http://pw2.netcom.com/~rogermw/century.html

And add another vote for wide dissemination of The Eater of Meaning. It's a good thing I work overnights, when the bankers don't come in much, when I first saw and tried it. (Where do you find such wonderful toys?)

Larry, that was a reference to the famous story about the monarch telling Sir Christopher Wren that the newly completed St. Paul's Cathedral was amusing, awful, and artificial -- words which at that time meant something more like amazing, awe-inspiring, and artful or ingenious.

Robert, my initial reaction was the same as yours: If it's "La Confidential," they've misspelled "confidencial." And I've always thought you were the best proofreader in the county.

Must run off to work now.

Anyway. Thank-you. It was helpful.

Go to sleep. I will still love you.

---L.

http://www.zoo.org/spotlight/ss.htm

(found it on the weblog at girlhacker.com )

Hmmm. I'd say the writer exaggerates the Furries/Plushies', umm, sexual adventurism. Most of the Furry people I've known have been into it because they like comics, and specializing in anthropomorphic comics makes them different (= "better") than the ordinary comics fans.

And whatever happened to Chess as the classic geek activity?

Maybe it's a subgenus of subgenius?

It was "A monk cannot shave his own head." An odd proverb, especially since it's not particularly true (I shave my own head). I think it means something like "no man is an island."

A cursory listening to the song shows it to be "Ooo, rump of smooth skin" quite clearly, IMNSHO. "Rumpled smooth skin?" Please.

If the Truman Administration's motto was "The buck stops here," that of the Bush White House seems to be "Button move!"

The largest edition on any of these was 310 copies (the NOTS volume, which also includes its original distribution list). These strike me as being fairly important primary historical documents for someone researching cold war policy. Of course, I can't find a whole lot about them on the Internet.

Anyone know of a library that's trying to build a collection of this sort of information? I'd like to find them a good home. None are marked as classified; the NOTS paper explicitly says it's unclassified.

If "all knowledge is contained in fanzines" and "this conversation is an extension of fanac by other means", then there's at least a chance that the knowledge I seek is available here, right?

Cheers,
Tom

Type "Speed of sound in smoots per second" into google

which, when fulfilled, generates results quite ticklesome in a "must tell Teresa about" sort of way.

So I post about it in your direction rather than merely noting it down in my journal.

Puzzledly,
Tom

Cheers,
Tom

MKK--lived through many an Oklahoma Spring