today's spam:

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The entertainment value of posting and reading these every day will decline with each posting, so I'm going to stop after today. However, it would be fun to try to write short stories using all of the words posted above.

Anyone in?

Today's spam arrived in my inbox with the subject "re:cc:Onlin.e over-night phar'm"

the email read:

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Which philosopher are you?

I am Plato. I became disgusted with societyafter the citizens of Athens put my teacher Socrates to death. I was initially interested in the meaning of ethical terms, but I abandoned my mentor's skepticism and began to construct and entire system of metaphysics based upon the reincarnation of the soul and immortal ideas which are the true meaning of all reality. I expressed all my ideas in beautiful dialogues between characters who were both fictional and real. For this reason we can never know for sure what I really believed. In fact, I went on recordonce as saying that the central task of philosophy is to commune with the things themselves, and that this can never be done through writing. So while I am the father of philosophy, its hard to know whether I wasn't just being ironic the entire time. Oh yeah, and I was also queer as a three dollar bill.

I haven't posted in a while as I had family here for commencement and then was in Miami for a week. This will be a brief post, but I am hoping to post more this weekend.

Anyway, what is up with spam adding lists of words on the end of email now. Today I received an email about "re fi nanc in g my home" and the email ended with this:
"CPP expectations distinction accordance allow invoke all individual
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back What acceptable holidays impossible fully term header"

Yesterday I received an email that read:
"woodwork olga palindromic patterson amino energy calve hypertensive foul cougar narcissism contrive oughtn't corny forever sunglasses threesome vertical valine proxy rockford candlelight eclipse vaccinate affluent hackneyed divan improvisate mccormick civic hypochlorous tritium chastise hereunder chenille delirium vary appleton charity academician genus buckley adam ludicrous hundredfold transportation ampere faber incendiary cellular rectangle proceed anyplace intuitable stearate analogy asymptotic continue asunder closure insuperable getaway accomplice wilful"

I think it's kind of funny, and whomever is creating this either is good at flipping through the dictionary or has a spectacular vocabulary (or at least knows a ton of words, but possibly not their meanings).

That's all I have for now.

Has someone ever said something to you and you just feel you stomach drop and you almost feel like you want to vomit?

Yeah, that just happened.

And it keeps lingering. I'll forget about it for a few minutes and then it kicks the door down again and bounces around in my mind for many minutes. it's hard to work right now.

Well, that was fun.

I am still getting over a weekend of debauchery.

It all started out fairly benign – dinner and a beer with a classmate after finishing (My last final ever!!*). Then I get home, the G and R are eating dinner and having a beer. I drink a beer as well. G decides to whip me up a cocktail to celebrate my being done. I drink what may be the most awful cocktail I’ve ever met. Then we head out to the B-Side to meet some of G’s mates and Pedro. Someone orders a round of shots, it goes down hill fast.

Wake up Saturday morning and start getting ready for the evening party we are hosting. 9 PM comes and guests start rolling in…and don’t stop. There must have been close to 125 people in our house (and on the driveway). It was quite insane and we definitely broke some fire safety/maximum capacity laws. I had a great time, I just wish that I had, had more time to meet some of my friend’s friends and spend more time with friends of mine that I didn’t get to hang out with.

Sunday, Pedro and I took the two Scots to the Red Sox game. It was great fun being an ambassador for the day. I didn’t realize until then that talking baseball is like speaking a foreign language. Bunt, bock, line drive, touch-up, reliever, closer, walk, run, ball, sacrifice fly, ground-rule double… We had to stop and explain the vocabulary after each sentence explaining the game. G has been watching the Sox with us for sometime and was able to translate a bit. They both are quite keen on watching sports so in the end, it wasn’t hard for the to pick up what was going on and for them to become fans. They both walked out with new Red Sox hats and jerseys (Ramirez and Damon). We had been drinking this entire time and thought that it would be a good idea to pub crawl the way home. That was quite fun too, though I’m still feeling the effects two days later. I had a good time with D visiting, but I don’t think my liver would be able to take much more of him being around.

Sunday we got lunch, walked around Harvard Sq, played some basketball, saw D off to the airport, then I sat in the living room for a few hours trying to catch my breath. It was a great weekend.

* - until Grad school, but that won’t be for at least 2 years.