I don’t recall ever being required to read this in school:
“After four years of arduous service marked by unsurpassed courage and fortitude, the Army of Norther Virginia has been compelled to yield to overwhelming numbers and resources.
I need not tell the brave survivors of some many hard fought battles who have remained steadfast to the last that I have consented to this result from no distrust of them.
But feeling that valor and devotion could accomplish nothing that could compensate for the loss that must have attended the continuance of the contest, I determined to avoid the useless sacrifice of those whose past services have endeared them to their countrymen.
By the terms of the agreement, officers and men can return to their homes and remain until exchanged. You will take with you the satisfaction that proceeds from a consciousness of duty faithfully performed; and I earnestly pray that a Merciful God will extend to you His blessings and protection.
With an unceasing admiration of your constancy and devotion to your Country, and a grateful remembrance of your kind and generous consideration for myself, I bid you all an affectionate farewell.”
R.E. Lee
Genl
After 36 hours of use Sunday, July 20, 2003
After 36 hours of use I have had one spam get through and that was because I permitted it. Thus, if not for pilot error, I would have been spam free. Quite amazing. The only negative I can see is that you need an account for each e-mail address you maintain. This can be easily overcome by just having all mail forwarded to one account and allowing Knowspam to accept mail which is addressed to the forwarding server.
recollections Saturday, July 19, 2003
I grew up in logging camps in upstate New York. Summers were often spent back in the Adirondack wilderness 20 or more miles from civilization. The French Canadian logger was a much sought after employee. These guys were incredible workers, did not care much for conventional wisdom, and could party like no one I have ever encountered. I remember one morning when Pierre (I really can’t recall his name), wanted fresh trout for breakfast. He grabbed a couple of sticks of dynamite (used back in the woods for what I cannot recall), and blew hell out of a beaver dam. As the water dropped, he waded in an netted enough trout for the whole camp.
Apparently the French Canadian loggers were working on PEI about the same time. I was told a storey yesterday about 4 loggers from Quebec who had been working in the woods for a month and “came out” to Georgetown for a little R&R. Apparently, on leaving he local legion they needed a ride and decided to take the green Chrysler parked in the lot with the keys in the ignition. They were so drunk, that the maximum speed was reported as a careful 10 MPH. The owner of the car, realizing that his prize Chrysler had been ‘borrowed’ by the loggers called the RCMP.
Enter the first woman RCMP officer on PEI (a robust lass I am told - badly in need of a shave). She stopped the loggers, proceed to give them a dose of real Mountie hell and was about to cart them off to jail. One of the loggers jumped out the back door, grabbed herself in a bearhug while the other guys grabbed her handcuffs and pulled her torso through the window. At that point they cuffed her to the steering while and rolled the window up far enough so are lower body was outside the vehicle and her torso was in the car.
At that point, feeling incredibly proud of themselves they dropped her trousers to the ankles and scampered off to the woods - never to be seen in PEI again.
I overheard a local politician singing the praises of a public figure and how, when he spoke, you could actually see an image of the subject matter in your head.
How we perceive things (almost everything) interests me. A gifted writer, to me, invokes the same in me. Some people just seem to have the ability to communicate in writing in such a way as to allow me to actually see the image of what they are writing about.
I suspect that everyone will respond differently to a particular writer - and the writer who finds a high common denominator in people ends up being seen as a gifted communicator. I wonder what the right combination is?
A worthy cause Saturday, July 19, 2003
Dave Tingley, friend and all around nice guy recently returned from Georgia where he joined former President Carter on a habitat for humanity project.
I asked Dave if Carter merely allowed his name to be used in the project, or if he actually participated. Dave told me that Carter swung a hammer just like the rest of the workers and was, in fact, a very good carpenter.
While I never thought Carter was the ‘sharpest knife in the drawer’, my instincts told me he was probably a very decent man. I am happy to hear Dave’s comments – it seems to somehow validate my impressions.
Eat this spam Saturday, July 19, 2003
This shows the results after 24 hours and pretty much speaks for itself. 94 spams were blocked and all were in fact, spam. Every legitimate mail arrived without difficulty. No false positives. Other nice features include receiving e-mail notifications there there is mail waiting that I might want to look at. If Knowspam does not have it in my approved list (which is my exported address book), and if I have not already declined it as spam for the first time it is retained one day (up to seven days if I wish). then I merely drop into the web page and define how I want that mail handled. If I do nothing, and the sender has not proved themselves human, then Knowspam holds it the designated number of days, sees that human proof has not been provided and dumps it to spam. A very slick solution.
To quote Dean Allen…
“This is good. Unlike the filtering I’ve been relying on, which runs incoming email against massively complex algorithms derived from existing spam – a heroic but inherently sisyphean effort demanding constant updates – Knowspam simply requires all mail from addresses I don’t recognise (or to mailing lists to which I don’t belong) to pass one criterion: to have been sent by a human. For the sender to prove so is a quick matter, just a one-time visit to a web page.
This quickly shuts the door on all the servers pumping out unsolicited commercial email by the million every day. Slam. No thanks, good-bye. No more Soaked Cumslutz, no more h3rbal v1agr4; ...”
90 minutes later and a new update:
Eat Spam Friday, July 18, 2003
9 hours since I turned on the blocker. 71 spams blocked and none made it through to my mailbox. There is hope.
What is a boy to say Friday, July 18, 2003
http://pei.cbc.ca/regional/servlet/View?filename=pe_nudists071803
Cavendish, P.E.I. — P.E.I. has its very first nudist resort, and some Cavendish business owners are afraid of seeing too much skin.
What [b]is[/b] a hippie? Thursday, July 17, 2003
Peter Rukavina uses the term “Hippie” here. I am interested in what the term hippie means to various people.
I proudly respond to the comment that I am an old hippie, even when spoken by the usual tight-arsed, anal and awkward types.
Two old boys sitting in adjacent booths:
Boyd: G’day Elwood, hows she goin?
Elwood : She’s a foin day, eh? (long sigh) Things be slow tho.
Boyd: Aye, times are hard dees days. (shifting ball cap slightly to starboard)
Elwood: Aye, (scratching between eyes), folks they just aren’t buyin.
Boyd: Watcha got on da lot, eh?
Elwood: Ah I gots a foin 88 Chrysler, green she is.
Boyd: Didja git on of them ‘Murican cars?
Elwood: Ahyup, she be sum pritty.
Boyd: How much damage?
Elwood: She was totalled she was, but we fixed her.
Boyd: Hows she look, eh?
Elwood: She be green, she be sum pritty.
Boyd: Works good?
Elwood: Ahyup. She wallers and crabs a bit goin down de road, but she be sum pritty.
Boyd: Ahyup. She prolly be a good one fer a family.
It was at this time I started to look for Rod Serling.