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Candygram for Mongo!

mongo likey candy!

 

thanks all--i am currently celebrating with a big bowl of oatmeal--mmmmmmm soggy cardboard...

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(Edit: that is not an actual birthday cake. It's one of them fancy-ass Bengali wedding hats mentioned over in the Bridezilla 2.0 thread. But Mongo knows that, I imagine.)

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apes and cake--can't get much better than that (though it may confuse those who have not seen my egullet avatar). speaking of cake there is some very rich chocolate cake awaiting me in the fridge at home. get home bone tired from school around 5.30. then a nice cup of black tea with a thick slice of cake. tomorrow we dine at frasca. there was a time when my birthdays involved mass drunkenness and general inappropriate behavior, and if we were in los angeles or delhi it still would. tonight, however, i will drink some wine and contemplate one of my favorite poems by possibly my favorite poet:

 

  A Walk After Dark

 

A cloudless night like this

Can set the spirit soaring:

After a tiring day

The clockwork spectacle is

Impressive in a slightly boring

Eighteenth-century way.

 

It soothed adolescence a lot

To meet so shameless a stare;

The things I did could not

Be so shocking as they said

If that would still be there

After the shocked were dead

 

Now, unready to die

Bur already at the stage

When one starts to resent the young,

I am glad those points in the sky

May also be counted among

The creatures of middle-age.

 

It's cosier thinking of night

As more an Old People's Home

Than a shed for a faultless machine,

That the red pre-Cambrian light

Is gone like Imperial Rome

Or myself at seventeen.

 

Yet however much we may like

The stoic manner in which

The classical authors wrote,

Only the young and rich

Have the nerve or the figure to strike

The lacrimae rerum note.

 

For the present stalks abroad

Like the past and its wronged again

Whimper and are ignored,

And the truth cannot be hid;

Somebody chose their pain,

What needn't have happened did.

 

Occurring this very night

By no established rule,

Some event may already have hurled

Its first little No at the right

Of the laws we accept to school

Our post-diluvian world:

 

But the stars burn on overhead,

Unconscious of final ends,

As I walk home to bed,

Asking what judgment waits

My person, all my friends,

And these United States.

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there was a time when my birthdays involved mass drunkenness and general inappropriate behavior

....but since you can get that out of your system every day now............. :blush:

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apes and cake--can't get much better than that (though it may confuse those who have not seen my egullet avatar). speaking of cake there is some very rich chocolate cake awaiting me in the fridge at home. get home bone tired from school around 5.30. then a nice cup of black tea with a thick slice of cake. tomorrow we dine at frasca. there was a time when my birthdays involved mass drunkenness and general inappropriate behavior, and if we were in los angeles or delhi it still would. tonight, however, i will drink some wine and contemplate one of my favorite poems by possibly my favorite poet:

 

  A Walk After Dark

 

A cloudless night like this

Can set the spirit soaring:

After a tiring day

The clockwork spectacle is

Impressive in a slightly boring

Eighteenth-century way.

 

It soothed adolescence a lot

To meet so shameless a stare;

The things I did could not

Be so shocking as they said

If that would still be there

After the shocked were dead

 

Now, unready to die

Bur already at the stage

When one starts to resent the young,

I am glad those points in the sky

May also be counted among

The creatures of middle-age.

 

It's cosier thinking of night

As more an Old People's Home

Than a shed for a faultless machine,

That the red pre-Cambrian light

Is gone like Imperial Rome

Or myself at seventeen.

 

Yet however much we may like

The stoic manner in which

The classical authors wrote,

Only the young and rich

Have the nerve or the figure to strike

The lacrimae rerum note.

 

For the present stalks abroad

Like the past and its wronged again

Whimper and are ignored,

And the truth cannot be hid;

Somebody chose their pain,

What needn't have happened did.

 

Occurring this very night

By no established rule,

Some event may already have hurled

Its first little No at the right

Of the laws we accept to school

Our post-diluvian world:

 

But the stars burn on overhead,

Unconscious of final ends,

As I walk home to bed,

Asking what judgment waits

My person, all my friends,

And these United States.

Miserable bugger.

 

Happy birthday.

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well, the first 4 stanzas is what i was thinking of mostly--but these days the rest seems very applicable: the faculty at my university have just been asked to re-sign a "loyalty" oath to the constitutions of the united states and colorado.

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well, the first 4 stanzas is what i was thinking of mostly--but these days the rest seems very applicable: the faculty at my university have just been asked to re-sign a "loyalty" oath to the constitutions of the united states and colorado.

:blush:

 

Happy Birthday anyway, I guess. Have a big piece of cake and several drinks.

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well, the first 4 stanzas is what i was thinking of mostly--but these days the rest seems very applicable: the faculty at my university have just been asked to re-sign a "loyalty" oath to the constitutions of the united states and colorado.

I never liked Colorado and now I know why. :blush:

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Hey, that's my home state you're dissing.

 

This could easily veer into a political discussion...let's not, puhleeze.

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I seem to remember having to sign something similar at both NYC Universities where I've worked (lest I infiltrate communist propaganda into the laws of physics, I suppose).

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(though it may confuse those who have not seen my egullet avatar).

Well, it was your avatar here for months, too, so I'm hoping people have good memories (enhanced no doubt by all the recreational drugs in our youth, naturally).

 

Happy birthday some more. I look forward to hearing about Frasca.

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