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I wombat - 2005-02-12 10:54:37
1) Would you rather live in a world with or without technology such as computers, cars, airplanes, bombs?
With. Life without bombs? unthinkable!
2) If you had to live without either heating in your house or air conditioning, which one would you keep?
Heat, I don't even like air conditioning.
3) If you had to own five dogs, what kind would you get?
five is a lot I often think, that if I lived in the country I'd want a pair of dogs, a matched set, maybe a brother and sister, or maybe a husband and wife, I used to think golden retrievers, but now I think maybe airedales.
4) If the world had a front porch, what would you do on it?
Play banjo.
5) Would you rather live in a neighborhood where you know all of your neighbors by name, or where everyone sticks to their own business?
yeah, I think your idea is best.
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Tom Ronca - 2005-02-12 13:15:23
1) With technology! Otherwise how would I post comments on this blog? 2) Air Conditioning; so far this winter I've turned on the heat maybe five times, and the temps had to drop into the mid-thirties for me to do that! 3) Five mutts; that way they have something in common with their owner. 4) I would also polish Ms. Carino's opticon on the front porch. 5) Got to go with minding their own business; can't I at least know they're last names (As in "Good morning Mrs Fahrquahr!")?
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Bob - 2005-02-13 01:17:31
"I am the one, Opticon"... isn't that a Motorhead song? And give me heat, hands down. (Or give me death... I remember driving from Brooklyn to Boston once with a broken heater and seeing the occasional N.H. license plate and thinking "Live Freeze and Die" each time.)
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2fs - 2005-02-13 18:35:58
The heat/AC question is rather geography-dependent, no? (Hint: I live in Wisconsin.) Anyway: it's the world's front porch, so it's part mine, right? Or am I somehow not part of the world, and I'm walking by the porch and everyone's seeing me, saying hi, saying go to hell, shooting spitballs, whatever? I'm confused. (Obviously.) As to neighbors: I like being anonymous at times. I'd go ape living in a small town that's like the "Cheers" theme song. Also: "panopticon" is a word, at least if you believe Michel Foucault. About those high-powered theory folks: when I was in grad school I discovered they were a lot less intimidating if instead of calling them by name, you made up a nickname based on adding "-y" to the accented syllable of the first name and repeating the accented syllable of the last name, i.e., Michel Foucault = Chelly Fou-fou, Jacques Derrida = Jacqui Dada, Homi Bhabha = ...oh.
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