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I was wearing my cavalry spurs and my cavalry stetson, with my .357 magnum revolver holstered on my hip. I turned away from the wilderness and headed back towards the chapel. (...) ...A feeling of peace came over me, puuh... and I've already thought... PS Stetson...you certainly mean one of these ten gallons hats?

...hmm That's understandable; you*ve pay all the food for your horsen.

Short and precisely. ... PS Wouldn't it be good if weather forecasts just were the same?

“I prophesy, in the name of the Lord, that you — Orrin Porter Rockwell — so long as ye shall remain loyal and true to thy faith, need fear no enemy. Cut not thy hair and no bullet or blade can harm thee.” Who (in this forum) doesn't know these words? Porter Rockwell - frontiersman of the "Wild West", Deputy Marshal and bodyguard of Joseph Smith, and, as I would assume, a member of the Danites. When he lived he was just as famous and controverse as Wyatt Earp or Pat Garret. The Destroying Angel of Mormondom. According to his own words, he killed nobody who didn't deserve to be killed, and certainly there were more than a hundred... I think he was a dark spirit of the past and early Mormonism, maybe an instrument of deterrence and vengeance, not a person I'd ever like to shake my hand with or who I'd like to meet - not as an enemy, not as a friend, and, it's my personal conviction, Joseph Smith might have feared him more than he was his friend.

I would sing it with less emotions (wistfulness?) and maybe a bit more slowly (on the other hand I would sing "I Wish I Was In Dixie" a bit faster). I think that emotions should rather be woken more with the listeners as they are shown by the singer. Less in this case means certainly more - it's always hard to find the right dosage.

"The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down"

There was quite a popular similar song in Germany, 1972, by Juliane Werding. But the lyrics were different and the (anti-drugs) song was about her boy friend "Connie Kramer", who died on drug abuse. "We lay dreaming in the gras, our minds full of crazy thoughts, and he just said for fun, let's go on the trip - and the smoke smelled bitterly, but Conny told me what he saw, an ocean full of light and colours - we didn't know what would happen soon afterwards..." "The day when Conny Kramer died... and all the bells were ringing..."

Great. I've enjoyed this slow and patriotic version very much. I've once learned the lyrics from the www (especially for reasons to improve my -American- English and to learn about the characteristics of the Southern accent in lyrics). For me, this song reflects in a special manner the identity-establishing spirit and the melancholy of the South in consideration of the tragic historical background. There is another song reflecting the same, "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down", in the impressive version chanted by Joan Baez, when this really gifted songstress, who I'd nearly adore, was in the zenith of her musical career. PS ... My girl friend passed out in a fright when she heard the Rebel Yell at the end of your song. But now she's all right again. Hah, women...

@ writesong: can you also sing "I Wish I Was In Dixie"?

Gnosticism. Certainly Gnosticism, Gnostic Gospel and scriptures, external-biblical Gospels. In the way of Catharism. I mean, as I'm not LDS anyway, in any case, I'd be a Gnostic. For me, it's one of the most obvious interpretations of our being and existence, of Christianity and God. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catharism

Apropos survey... Is it true that a recent survey in California shows that only 32% of people think that immigration is a problem, and the other 68% couldn't speak English?

Say nothing without your lawyer!

That's what you say now, because you don't have all results of your research yet. Hmm... "cultural anthropology" and "final research paper" ... sorry, it sounds to me a bit like "let's examine and analyze this peculiar species, but be careful not to come too near to the cage".

Great city? Do they have any shipyards or piers there? Any ocean liners? Is there a harbour? Do they have the brackish air with west wind from the Atlantic? Can they distinguish between starboard and port side?

... And don't forget German beer - it would certainly make your sinful list complete.

Okay... the undertaking seems able to be financed and cheap enough in order not to bankrupt, but don't use flowerpots made of real Italian marble... or old Chinese vases from Ming Dynastie.

Will it be be published in the Salt Lake Tribune...?

Vaticanus? So you mean "nomen est omen"...? I'm certainly not a seer and I'm not an oracle, but let me tell you it's bad luck that you've grown up in Berlin instead of Hamburg, and it's great luck on the other hand that you didn't have to live in the cotton fields of South Carolina.

... But what if the neighbour is one of those persons who would "forget" to give the dish back and who would rather like to keep it as a feeding bowl for his dog? But either way, the dish-problem would be solved.

Sorry -ahem- you certainly mean welcome to the site. Remember the golden rule of all mountaineers: Don't take the second step before you take the first one, because down it goes fast and that wouldn't be fun!

That's exactly what I've already thought about, and I'm still working on some improvements, i.e. what shall I do with the box when it's full? ookay - I could marry (hypothetically) and let my (hypothetical) wife do whatever and who knows has to be done with dirty dishes... hmmm...

Yes, and, as far as I know, it was the biggest ocean liner in the world at that time. These huge ships were built in competition to the Olympic class of the White Star line (i.e. the "Titanic" belonged to it, with 46,328 GRT). http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imperator-Klasse It was built on the Vulkan shipyard in Hamburg, launched Mai 23, 1912, 52.117 gross registered tons. The flagship of the Imperator class. Sister ships: "Vaterland" and "Bismarck", also built in Hamburg, on Blohm & Voss. PS The HAPAG used, as requested from Kaiser Wilhelm II, the male article "Der Imperator" instead of the more usual female form for a ship: "Die Imperator".

How could it ever rise beyond the level of a hand warmer? The thermal energy of the candles or tealights can't be multiplied by the flowerpots - that's a hippie dream - even if one believed in the mystery of flower power. Just for warming your soul, and not your rooms. And you've really checked it and did compare the temperature of the room it was in vs other rooms...? Then we might even have an experimental proof! hi!

Who knows if it works from an internet cafe in the Appalachians at all...?

I've sawed a hole in the dining table and put a fan under it, so that the laptop can be cooled from below through the tabletop. I'm thinking about making the same with the sitting room table.