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Originally Posted by Steve Jordan
It means that the day I can get every book and magazine I have, every shelf, every box, every nook and cranny, into a memory store that can be with me wherever I go, will not come soon enough!
For the record, I'm also glad I don't have wait three weeks for a response to a letter sent 100 miles, s**t in a pit in my back yard, or wear smelly bearskins. Progress is good!
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I almost agree with you. I'll probably want to have high-quality editions of my very-most-favorite books. Otherwise, bring on the bits! We're certainly planning a vigorous thinning of our shelves to remove paperbacks whose content we know own in bits.
Xenophon
P.S.
On the subject of bearskins... When in highschool I had a calculus prof who showed up at the school halloween party dressed in a bear-skin. Its head over his; front paws over his hands. Necklace of teeth and claws. "Ugh! Me MIGHTY hunter!" was about all he would say.
We got the story out of him next class day...
He was an avid bow-hunter. Went on a special trip (deer hunting!) deep in the Rockies with a guide. Several days out, they unexpectedly encountered a Grizzly with a wounded paw. Mr. Grizzly hadn't been able to get enough food due to the injury, and decided that my prof and his guide would make a lovely meal. The guide decided to fire in self defense, but his gun jammed.
My prof said that when he realized that they wouldn't be able to run away, he figured that he was certainly dead. But he had a perfectly good hunting bow and a quiver of hunting arrow. With nothing to lose, he decided that Mr. Grizzly might eat
him, but it was going to
KNOW that it had messed with him!
Three arrows later(!), he had a dead grizzly at his feet... and a severe need to change his underwear. That's some pretty damn amazing shooting, by the way. Grizzly are NOT easy to kill, even with firearms.
The guide radioed to the PTBs, to get a game warden on-site: they weren't licensed for bear, only for deer. When the warden arrived, he told them that there had been reports of a wounded bear causing trouble in the region and ruled it to be a righteous kill. My Prof then had the joy of blowing 3x his original budget to get his trophies and meat out of the back of beyond. In a hunting-permitted part of a wilderness area. (Can you say "hire a helicopter?")
Anyway... I figure that anyone who can bag a Grizzly with a bow and arrows has an unshakeable claim to "Me MIGHTY hunter!" And since he didn't set out to do it, perhaps he's not even dangerously insane!
Oh yeah, that bearskin was well tanned, and
certainly not smelly!