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They have worked their will on John Barleycorn But he lived to tell the tale, For they pour him out of an old brown jug And they call him home brewed ale.

I had just the opposite experience. To get a new bone-strengthening drug from my oncologist, I needed a dentist's clearance. My regular dentist found two abscessed teeth which surprised me a bit as I was not in any pain, but it was clearly visible on the x-rays. He first wanted to pull both teeth, but then referred me to an endodontist and got me an appointment two work days later. The endodontist told me that one of the teeth (an incisor) was salvageable, but he was not sure about the other one (a molar). If I would have 2 hours time, he could do the root canal on the incisor immediately. It was a full success, and I did not experience any pain even after the anesthesia wore off. He also had a second look at the molar and said it might be possible to do also a root canal here. The operation is scheduled for next week.

Do what? Reaching the postseason? That was 4 times in the last 7 seasons, always losing in the first round.

Oh, I see, another neurologist gracing us with his presence on this message board.

If he can think this rationally, I do not think he has much of a concussion.

Clear to whom? Are you by any chance a neurologist? Hitting the ground with your head does not automatically cause a concussion. Compare the reactions of Tua and Josh and you will see the difference.

Brisket. But it has to be the "moist" (a euphemism for "fatty") variety.

Yeah, down by the river Down by the banks of the river Charles Aw, that's what's happenin', baby That's where you'll find me Along with lovers, muggers, and thieves Aw, but they're cool, too Well, I love that dirty water Oh, Boston, you're my home Oh, you're the number one place

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Here in West Texas the grocery stores have employees (mostly kids or retirees) that will push your cart (here called a "basket") to your car, load your groceries and take the cart back. On my first visit from Rochester to Lubbock I was of course not familiar with this arrangement, and I started to fight with the basket kid for my grocery cart. I "won" and was able to get the cart myself to my car, and unloaded the groceries. However, the kid had followed me and offered to take the cart back to the store. I accepted.

Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly Rise for the hangman His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize

I kept my mouth shut for too long All this time, you got me wrong Now we're in this way too far I'm about to break your heart Tear everything we had apart 'Cause I'm feeling lost When I'm in your arms The reasons are gone For why I was holding on to you I tried so hard To be the one (Be the one) I don't like who I've become

Lois Wilkerson of Malcolm in the Middle (played by Jane Kaczmarek). Life with her would never be boring. Lois Wilkerson Jane Kaczmarek

Spitting in a wishing well Blown to hell, crash I'm the last splash I know you, little libertine I know you're a real cuckoo Want you cuckoo cannonball Want you cuckoo cannonball In the shade, in the shade In the shade, in the shade I know you, little libertine I know you're a cannonball I'll be your whatever you want The bong in this reggae song

Mayflower child met a 25th century quaker She's a pickin' poppies Bringing them into her hue Sun siftin' through and through and through Letting them in all you through Me into you Me to you Me to you into you Blue cheeses laces Bases blue cheese faces Phases and phases and phases and phases and phases

Together we stand, divided we fall Come on now, people Get on the ball, let's work together Come on, come on let's work together, now people You know together we will stand Every boy, girl, woman and a man Well, right things go wrong, they sometimes will And the road you travel goes uphill Let's work together Come on, come on, let's work together now people You know together we will stand Every boy, girl, woman and a man

Courage, my word It didn't come, it doesn't matter Courage, your word It didn't come, it doesn't matter Courage, my word It didn't come, it doesn't matter Courage, it couldn't come at a worse time There's no simple Explanation For anything important Any of us do And, yeah, the human Tragedy Consists in The necessity Of living with The consequences Under pressure Under pressure

Well I put down my bush 'N I took off my pants 'n felt free The breeze blowin' up me 'n up the canyon Far as I could see It's night now and the moon looks like uh dandelion It's black now 'n the blackbirds feedin' on rice 'N his red wings look like diamonds 'n lice

I never had a chance to choose my own name I'd never know why I should be stuck with mine Mommy's always talkin' 'bout family pride And daddy's always hiding 'bout his weekend rides All day long, I felt like Smashing my neck in a clear glass window But instead, I went out And smashed up a station wagon 'round the block

A squid eating dough in a Polyethylene bag Is fast and bulbous, got me? When she wears her bolero then she begin to dance All the pachucos start witholdin' hands When she drives her Chevy, sissies don't dare to glance Yellow jackets 'n red debbles buzzin' round her hair, hive-ho She wears her past like a present Take her fancy in the past Her sedan skims along the floorboard Her two pipes hummin' carbon come Got her wheel out of a B-29 Bomber, Brody knob amber Spanish fringe 'n talcum tazzles forever amber She looks like an old squaw Indian She ninety-nine, she won't go down Avocado green 'n alfalfa yellow adorn her to the ground Tattoos 'n tarnished utensils, a snow white bag full o' tunes Drives a cartoon around Drives a cartoon around Broma-Seltzer blue umbrella keeps her up off the ground Round red sombreros wrap her high tap horsey shoes When she unfolds her umbrella, pachucos got the blues Her lovin' make me so happy If I smiled, I'd crack my chin Her eyes are so peaceful, thinks it's heaven she been Her skin is as smooth as the daisies In the center where the sun shines in Smiles as sweet as honey Her teeth as clean as the combs where the bees go in Who she walks flowers surround her Let their nectar come into the air around her She loves, her love sticks out like stars Her lovin' stick out like stars

I thought I'd make it The day you went away But I can't make it 'Til you come home again to stay Every time I see your face, it reminds me of the places We used to go But all I've got is a photograph, and I realise you're not Comin' back anymore

Most recently I have read "The Man in the High Castle" by Philip Dick. I was aware that the book only covered a small part of the TV series, but I was still a bit disappointed. I very much liked the added story lines of the TV program.

Winning percentage is a measurable quantity, media ranking is completely subjective.

When I was a postdoc in Rochester in the 1990s, we went to visit NYC (by Amtrak, which was a very enjoyable experience compared to flying). Overall, I did not like NYC very much; due to the excessive number of panhandlers, I was constantly afraid of getting mugged. For me, the saving grace was the MoMA. I love modern art, and I spent a whole day at the MoMA (still not enough, by far. As a side note to Buffalo residents, if you are interested in arts or specifically modern arts, you are lucky to have the Albright Knox, which is superior to other arts museums even in much bigger cities.) Back to the topic. On our last day in NYC, we visited Central Park. A group of rollerskaters passed me, and suddenly I heard my name called out. One of the skaters had been a fellow grad student back in Luebeck (Germany) where we got our PhDs. Considering the fact that the total number of grad students in the lab during that time was 5-6 per year, the probability to meet one of them by chance 5000 miles away from Germany was virtually nil. We had a drink and then we went our separate ways. He is now retiring from Columbia University in NYC; I am still doing research and teaching at Texas Tech.

A Place To Bury Strangers, the noisietst band in NY