Why is not the Internet invented by Al Gore (Peace Be upon Him!) lit up with discussion, debate and commotion about much greater, graver, more intricate and well-crafted films, such as CITIZEN KANE or THE SEVEN SAMURAI or ALEXANDER NEVSKY or SPACE BATTLESHIP YAMATO?

Hate Camp, a nightly event for the past eight years, is the brainchild of local street personality “Hate Man.”

Eggs, too, are funny, evidently, since he comments on that.  “He is seen to be eating eggs,” or words to that effect.

Last night, for example, I heard her (you know, my anima, the sibyl), singing along with a choir:

You must put your slippers on

To walk toward the dawn

With advice like that, how can I lose?  (Seriously, she did sing that, but what it means I have no idea.  I don’t even own any slippers.  Two nights ago I dreamed about the Goddess Aurora, who is the Greek Goddess of the Dawn.  I sure have odd nights.)

The sentiment that ballooning was an aspect of the Sublime and that its practitioners were Romantic demigods was infectious.

Literary critic Leslie Fiedler compared Farmer to Ray Bradbury as both being “provincial American eccentrics” who “strain at the classic limits of the [science fiction] form,” but found Farmer distinctive in that he “manages to be at once naive and sophisticated in his odd blending of theology, pornography, and adventure.”

The resurrected awaken with nearly-indestructible containers tied to their wrists, commonly called “grails,” which produce food, drink, pieces of cloth, and luxury items, such as alcohol, tobacco, marijuana (and lighters for some), hair care utensils, makeup, and a hallucinogenic chewing gum, known as “dreamgum.” To operate, grails must be placed onto large, mushroom-shaped “grailstones,” found at intervals along the riverbanks, which produce an electrical discharge three times per day (corresponding to the times of breakfast, lunch and dinner).

“I dreamed about a love suicide,” she said. “But then, I always do. Don’t you think it would be very beautiful to die for love?”

It is always disquieting to talk with a person in a mirror. Besides, the mirror was contraband. Her voice was high and clear and, though she always talked softly, very sweetly piercing, like the sight of the moon in winter.

“I’m not at all sure it would be beautiful to die for anything,” I said.

“One only resolves to one’s constituents,” she said with a trace of precocious pedantry.

In geometry, the small complex rhombicosidodecahedron (also known as the small complex ditrigonal rhombicosidodecahedron) is a degenerate uniform star polyhedron.

By 1974 Frisbee’s youth evangelism and “surf’s up” baptisms had helped groovify Calvary Chapel and other local mainline congregations.