Brent's moody brooding wavewhite wedded word's reading thread

If you don't mind jj, I'm going to hang back and accompany you and do 10 pages/day too. Which is really more like 25-30 when you factor in following along with the guides. I was thinking too by allowing two months plus for the expedition, that allows time for latecomers to show up, catch up, or even for speedsters to join 6 weeks in and meet us at the summit. I'm curious what other's reading strategies are, including how you implement the guides into your reading (as you're reading, after you've read, before you've read, combo of all three?) and what has worked best for you.

I'm reading the Gabler ed., which contains fewer pages but no less text, so the 10 I read will be more like 11-12. I prefer the Gabler ed. just for surface reasons: Larger pages, wider margins, numbered lines, easier to read in this amateur's opin.

One day at a time, one episode a day--not every day, but scheduled around real life. Reading along while Jim Norton reads to me. Letting the words wash over me like music. Total immersion, coming up for air at the end of a chapter, then a bit of sightseeing with Clive Hart Excursions.

Oh, and I took a peek at the peak, p 783, just to get my bearings. Very rarefied atmosphere, slow pace to acclimate is definitely called for.

Judith, you and I are pretty on the same page. Let's enjoy this right?! As Ded has pointed out time and again--U is indeed a comedy afterall. How can we not relax and enjoy the laughs?

And Wilf, your "One day at a time" reminds me (I don't mean at all to sound condescending or like an elitist)....Everyone, hurry to your local bookseller tonight because....Danielle Steel's (!!!!! OMG, as thenaughtyhottie would say) latest novel is either out (or soon to be out), aptly titled, (I saw this in the LA Times truncated book review section this morning) "One Day at a Time". Listen to the publisher's captivating blurb re. "One Day at a Time": 'Three very different women. Three very different relationships. The best way to make it through is to learn to love, and to laugh, and to take life...

ONE DAY AT A TIME' (caps the publisher's, not mine).

won't you consider visiting her website at www.daniellesteel.com tonight?

I finished my first read of the novel in December as part of a course on James Joyce. I wound up having to get so caught in the minutia of a close reading with the Gilbert guide and whatever annotated text I could find at the library/store I was reading at that I didn't really get to just enjoy the text.

I'm a little tied up for the next two weeks and will begin after that. Do I have a formal reading strategy in place? No. Since I have a good idea of what happens in the book, I can go through it a bit faster than the first time and just read. I wouldn't call it racing to the summit; I just won't need as much time to acclimate myself to the sudden shift in atmosphere.

p.24 (lines 170-172, Gabler): "Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants, willing to be dethroned".

Upon reading, memory free associated to a Robert Frost poem memorized back in college, called, I believe, "The Secret"--short two liner: "We sit round a circle and suppose/but the secret sits in the middle and knows".

Those lines are so friggin' genius, Brent. I also think they're much more indicative of Joyce's "style" than the usual pegs (i.e. portmanteaus, un-hyphenated compound words/phrases). Here, we have Joycean alliteration, consonance, and chiasmus, connected by colons, in all of its splendid splendor. And this ain't nuttin', in the grand scheme of the book. Wait til we hit "Proteus."

The Proteus chapter thus far (for me) can be sufficiently summed by Joyce himself (p.32, line 52, Gab.): "contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality".

Ded, tomcat, bokai, bzine, anyone, I'd like in no less than 500 words, with at least 5 ref. links, a complex explication of this amazing word.

I saw this word yesterday and spent a good two minutes by the clock thinking about it. I didn't get anywhere.

"Contransmagnificanjewbangtantiality" compounds Stephen's thoughts on Arius (1.657 and now at 3.50-52), as well as his comment to Deasy that God--and history--is "a shout in the street" (2.386).

Consubstantiality: That of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Arius denied the consubstantiation of the three.

Transubstantiality: That of the Son over the Holy Spirit and of the Father over the Son. This was Arius' doctrine, that the Word/Christ was God's first creation, that Christ created the Holy Spirit, and the Holy Spirit created the Earth, while completely denying consubstantiation. The first council of Nicea, in 325 CE, pronounced this doctrine as a heresy and excommunicated Arius as a heretic (Arius died in 336 just before he could accept communion from Bishop Alexander of Constantinople by order of the Holy Roman Emperor, an act that would have accelerated the Schism).

Magnificat/Magnificent/Magnify: I've read references that state Stephen is alluding to Luke 1:46-55, or the "Magnificat," being the Virgin Mary's song of thanksgiving for her role in mothering Christ. But I'm not sure if I've bought into this explanation; it would seem odd that Joyce would compound the song without having made a previous and direct allusion to it.

Jew: Christ, possibly foreshadowing Bloom.

Bang: The "shout in the street." A bloody history (of Christianity, Arius, etc).

The word, in essence, wonderfully sums up many of the major themes/questions of Ulysses: the son in search of a father, what constitutes a paternal relationship, Judaism/anti-Semitism, and the question of history.

ETA: Ooops! The links (courtesy of the Catholic Encyclopedia):

Arius: http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/01718a.htm

Consubstantiation itself without allowing for transubstantiation is also deemed heretical: http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/04322a.htm

Transubstantiation of the Eucharist: http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/05573a.htm#section3

"Magnificat": http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/09534a.htm

Thank you Ded! Now that's the kind of service I've come to expect, and may I never take it for granted.

Although, Ded, I do believe I asked for five(5) links, and not just four(4) links, didn't I? Did anyone else here hear me ask for just four(4)? But it's okay....

Now, of course, how rude and obscenely obnoxious would a person have to be to point out such a minor discrepancy (4 links instead of 5 links, puh-lease!); an inconsequential oversight tantamount to asking at, say, Spago, for one's baked potato with sour cream & chives and instead being served said baked potato with only sour cream (sans chives); and then -- then -- how much of an unappreciative nincompoop would that same sick person have to be to then not only point out the "egregious" error to the hard working, well meaning waiter seeking to please, but to the entire restaurant as well, creating a scene, a spectacle, incorrigibly and inappropriately ranting that this here waiter didn't give him his damn chives with his sour cream for his damn baked potato even though he explicitly, unequivocably asked for his damn chives for his effing baked potato!

That chive jibe's a true story; just had to share it. And Ded, I want you to know that the baked potato you served me with sour cream is fine, just fine the way it is. You're the best Personal Scholar On Demand (a PSOD) a person could ever ask for. How much do I owe you for that? Ded rocks!

Ha! Here's yer' damn chives!

Arianism: http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/01707c.htm

Thanks Ded! No hard feelings right?

Got through Proteus fairly unscathed. Maki's suggestion of the Jameson's does indeed help during Stephen's abstruse monologue. I really enjoyed particularly the page or so describing the dog, and once I got the feel for what Joyce was doing in this chapter about half way through, it really wasn't as hard to follow as I'd imagined it might be. I'm finding I'm relying less and less on the guides and staying focused on the text mostly (not sure why) but I'm enjoying the journey thus far immensely regardless. I think the Proteus chapter, in this amateur's eyes, is definitely worth a reread or threeread or four, as there's so much compacted dense layers of thought whizzing by like freeway traffic nonstop that I know I missed a lot of meaning(s) and important details (how could I not?). But I'm not too concerned since I know I'll be stopping again at Proteus on my way back down the mountain, with the guides & annotations in hand for a much longer look. But right now, onward and upward.

I know I've mentioned David Foster Wallace elsewhere here (got him on the mind after reading that sad sad poignant piece on him in the last NYer) but I was thinking about the word metempsychosis (I believe bzine or bokai has noted this word recently) and what I'm wondering (okay, it's probably a stretch, but you never know) was DFW in Infinite Jest alluding to this metempsychosis by naming one of the significant characters in the beginning of the book, "Madame Psychosis"? Am I reading in too much or may I be on to something?

I think Judith was on to something earlier when she said that Ulysses was something to the effect of a manly man tome. I tend to agree. Because when I read stuff like "The Bath of the Nymph over the bed" (p. 53, l. 369, Gab) and "Lips kissed....Full gluey woman's lips (p. 55, l. 450, Gab) and just a few lines down (l.460) "He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels," I suddenly feel very manly! And I didn't even mention the line I almost forgot about I meant to mention earlier regarding the sausages (p.49, l.178-9): "They like them sizeable. Prime sausage. O please, Mr. Policeman, I'm lost in the wood". Lines like that, by Jove, can't help but elicit (for men) sizable cerebral tumescence, amen?

Halfway through Hades now (p. 80 in the Gabler) and loving it. I don't know why specifically I had the preconception approaching Ulysses that it would mostly be extremely difficult mumbo jumbo way over my head, because, even w/out checking the helps and staying up on what our awesome in house scholars have to say--not to say I'm not remaining current w/our in house scholars, because I am--but you know what I mean, the going is mostly not only understandable (even the transitions from standard narrative to internal stuff) but incredibly enjoyable. I truly thought Ulysses would be a chore, a have-to, like mowing the lawn every week. But it's not. It's poetic and profound and crass and earthy all at the same time -- just like real life, which (duh!!) that's partly what Joyce was going for right? And having all of you out there chiming in with your daily gems & pearls makes this journey easily the funnest (Ulysses? fun? huh? am I high? no) reading experience I've yet had.

Excelsior. Oh, and Judith, I though you said you were doing 10 pages a day! What's with breakin' that fricative hunnerd barrier already?! Are you tryin' to beat me to the top? Look out, here comes Fuh-reeeeeeeequeeee!!!!!

Oh, and tomcatt, you would make a great preacher man bro.

I truly thought Ulysses would be a chore, a have-to, like mowing the lawn every week. But it's not. It's poetic and profound and crass and earthy all at the same time -- just like real life, which (duh!!) that's partly what Joyce was going for right?

Hurray! That's exactly what I want to hear! And Joyce is raising his glass and giving you a myopic wink as well!

I could have been a preacher, except I don't believe in any of it. Come to think of it, probably neither do they.

I seriously think Infinite Jest should be our next difficult book. I haven't read it yet, but I'm itching to give it a go.

# 9 I just saw this request, sorry I missed it. It's going to be difficult to add to Ded's excellent exegesis, but let me think about it.

tcM: I haven't read IJ either. I know we haven't even finished this read, but I'm already looking forward to the next one.

EF: Based on the kind of guy DFW was - you absolutely must be right about "Madame Psychosis." I'm enjoying your freeqe-flavored insights into Joyce as much as the enthusiastic scholars (who I enjoy immensely and you know who you are.)

ok thought about it.
I can't add anything to Ded's explication of the word: I have no idea about Christian theology (except that it's totally absurd, a marvellous baroque edifice of spurious knowledge if ever there was one) but I do have these thoughts to share about the way Jj uses the word.

The subject of Dostoevsky and Joyce has come up in conversation with me and Ded around the campfire while the rest of you are sleeping after the day's climb.

The Russian essayist and poet Joseph Brodsky has this to say about Dostoevsky: (bear with me, it is relevant, you'll see)

Reading him simply makes one realise that stream of consciousness springs not from consciousness but from a word, which alters or redirects one’s consciousness.

Brodsky sees in Dostoevsky (and I agree with him) a Titan of Stream of Consciousness (Titan in the sense that the Titans were there before the Olympians). (Much has been made in critical literature of the Modernists' invention of S of C, but I think it appeared already in certain books in the 19th century: this is my own personal axe to grind, get back to Joyce Murr).

apart from the meaning elucidated by Ded, this use of the word perfectly recreates how consciousness can be switched onto a different track by the chance eruption of a word out of the subconscious into the conscious mind. Stephen is thinking about doctrinal issues with his subconscious mind -perhaps it's more accurate to say that his subconscious mind is doing the thinking on its own without sTephen (or the reader) being aware of it, then suddenly this strange eruption of language.

The truncation of several long words into one portmanteau like this also recreates what happens when several thoughts arrive at the same time and cannot all be grasped in their entirety. Joyce's genius here is that he recreates the way that language and consciousness form each other and the way that the subconscious mind and conscious mind interact together. The fact that this word also encapsulates all the main themes of the book, as Ded said, is a nice little extra spin Joyce gives us. There are lots of these little eruptions of language from the subconscious throughout Ulysses, and of course Finnegan's Wake is one long immersion in the language of the subconscious.

But you probably already worked all that out for yourselves.

371 words, no links, chives is off today. Sorry

The Boomtown Rats said in 1979 off their fine, "Fine Art of Surfacing" album:

"I don't like Mondays." So, okay, I can live with that.

But Judith (Judith! say it isn't so!) said:

"I don't like Dostoevsky."

Watermelonwatermelonwatermeloni'mnotlistening
i'mnotlisteningwatermelonwatermelonwatermelon

imlockedinacupboardunderthestairswithFyodorMikhailovichandcan'tgetoutlovetojoinyouotherwiseMurr

23: My college had the entire multi-volume set of Burton's 1001 nights translation. It was in the closed stacks so I would browse it while in the library. Nested stories inside of stories inside of stories. However, I can't really claim to have read the whole thing.

While I lived in Egypt we tried to buy the real live Arabic version, unabridged - it was not available. Finally we found a bookseller that agreed to give it to us (2 thick leather bound volumes) - in a brown paper wrapper. It's censored in Egypt, believe it or not. It had been published in Beirut.

From the Lestrygonians chapter, p. 127, l. 154, Gab.:

"It was a nun they say invented barbed wire."

Ouch. That sarcasm's so sharp I just cut myself on it. Need Band-Aid. Now watch, Ded will probably reply in just a few moments with a link citing some remarkably recondite reference demonstrating that indeed it was a nun who invented barbed wire!

Hey now, Ded, deep breath bro, you know I love your remarkably recondite references. Keep 'em coming! :-)

I point out that passage because it seems a lot of us have hit similar sections noticing how bitter Joyce was toward The Church, and thought I'd chime in with my two cents worth.

Judth, I'm interested in knowing more about why you don't like Dostoevsky.

Moody brooding reading thread indeed....

Onward, upward....

We try and avoid avalanches on the mountain at all costs; sometimes, however, no amount of planning ahead can forestall such disasters. Shit happens and we're left wondering why. We've lost an essential, highly valued member of this expedition. One sec you're here, next sec -- poof -- you're gone into thin air. Though God or Fate or whatever you might believe, grant that such an avalanche not take us by surprise again. We may feel awkward or sad moving on at first seeing so many deletions (only natural) but I look at each one and see only good times, laughs, fond memories of great creativity and fun. I see an original, and an artist and comrade who will be sorely missed. But I knew before the expedition ever began that the greatest risk was, after all, losing members of our mission along the perilous journey, but that the journey was still worth it nonetheless. So, while we pause now in fond remembrance, always open to the idea that miracles do indeed happen on the mountain amidst the most unsurvivable, dire scenarios, and that such a survival story and return to the journey would be welcomed with nothing but thanksgiving and open arms, let us pause but a night or two, knowing that our mission is still important enough to finish, despite the loss.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm heading over to the pub for a few, to the place where there's , if I may quote Father Joyce from p. 139, l. 670-671 in, yes, the Gabler ed.:

"Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarettesmoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment".

Where everyone know's your name.

That avalanche was indeed a bad one. I weep for our lost comrade, but hope that the Great Author unites us again at the summit, or indeed on the way down.

#26 - that's incredible!

Joyce is writing some of the finest poetic prose I've ever encountered; paragraphs here and there could easily be classified as epic prose poetry. Yeah, I know, probably not much of a newflash, but for a first-timer its jawdropping wowing. The paragraph in particular in the Lestrygonians chap. (p. 140, l.723-30, Gab.), the paragraph with "Butcher's buckets wobbly lights" I read over and over, marvelling at the rhythm and alliteration and word play and whatnot. Countless paragraphs like that obviously, but for some reason that one really stands out to me. I'm a big William H. Gass fan and I can see where he got his inspiration from, especially in The Tunnel. How many near rhymes end sentences and internal rhymes one right after the other in both these writers works. It's truly remarkable how they do that so consistently, unconsciously, I'm betting, since the flow and the rythym and the rhymes never sound contrived or forced. Just natural off-the-cuff riffs. Beautiful, inspiring stuff. Loving it.

Has anyone read Joyce's actual poetry in Poems Penyeach? I'm very curious to check that out.

Aren't lights the lungs? I was at the morgue once with a drowned body (long story). The medical examiner removed the lungs and they wobbled, but they were full of water.

Just got my handy Ulysses Annotated out, and you are correct slick.: "the 'lights' (lungs) of slaughtered animals wobble in the buckets into which they are dropped."

And you know, most of us here like a "long story" or we probably wouldn't be here. I'm sort of scared asking what you were doing at the morgue with a drowned body, so of course I won't ask; but, slick, since you brought it up, what exactly were you doing at the morgue with a drowned body?

slick, since you brought it up, what exactly were you doing at the morgue with a drowned body?

EnriqueFreeque wrote:

Has anyone read Joyce's actual poetry in Poems Penyeach? I'm very curious to check that out.

Pomes Penyeach collects 13 odds 'n ends between 1904-1924, so you'll witness a stark variety of Joyce's strictly poetic ability (the title of the slim volume could even be deduced to his Wake period). If you're of the--what might be called--Ellmann school of Joyce criticism, the poems will fit neatly into the supposed general character of the man, where the "standard" themes are love and wanting.

Some of them, in my opinion, aren't even up to Chamber Music's display, but others (notably "She Weeps over Rahoon", "Alone," and "Bahnhofstrasse") are truly beautiful pieces.

attending an autopsy of course! my recommendation, avoid like the plague. terribly depressing and, unfortunately, unforgettable.

thanks Ded! I'll check out Chamber Music first.

and I'll be sure & take yer advice, slick, about avoiding those autopsies -- live that is -- because I enjoy watching them on TV on (I think it's called, "Mrs. G: Medical Examiner"--Discovery Health reality show).

Anybody else having difficulty focusing on Ulysses with March Madness ongoing? I'm tall so I'm automatically predisposed to ignoring wife and family, friends, work, The Quest, once those college kids get tearing it up on the court. So please excuse there being much less of Freeque during this and the coming weekends.

Oh and bokai, looks like its just you and me, Dude, with the Ulysses' reading threads. So keep nutting it up like you've been doing and I'll try offering more than Joyce's use of alliteration too. No pressure man.

Although, bokai, chances are, with my mouth, I'll probably say something incredibly stupid or insensitive in a thread re. you and/or your thread (consider this fair warning!) and run you right out off the mountain too. God forbid, bokai, may it never be! Though just give me a few more days, week outside, and I'm sure I can come up with something choice. Yikes! Pardon my self-pitying sarcasm and self-loathing. Awkward pause. Okay, pity party and self loathing are OVER.

Go SC! (That's USC for those of you outside CA).

Just us? Oh no! Well, if things get rough you have permission to eat my pinkies. I don't use them that often anyway.

And don't worry about running -me- off the mountain. Exhibit A to prove my dedication? My Spring break will be spent reading Ulysses. It helps that as I climb up snowy peaks I am also stranded on an island in the middle of the Pacific, and I'm not a fan of swimming. Not many roadtrips to go on when the road is just a big circle.

So throw your best at me, I like a challenge.

Hi dedicated men on this mission,
Brent, in case you needed validation, it is totally OK with me if you need to take a break from describing your transcendental Ulysses-reading experience and watch some B-ball. I am a Georgetown grad so no happiness in store for me this year.

And I know this is Brent's thread but can I just say I want to choke Stephen right now? He is so pompous. I am at the part where he is speculating about Anne Hathaway. I keep thinking wow, he would have had a field day with Monica Lewinsky.

>"Spaton sawdust, sweetish warmish cigarettesmoke, reek of plug, spilt beer, men's beery piss, the stale of ferment".

>Where everyone know's your name.

Sigh the irony. I steadfastly refused to visit "The Cheers Bar" when I was in Boston last June. Yet the call of nature screeched when I was in the middle of People's Park: Trees, trees everywhere but not a one without a fence, a foot and a half of decorative planting and a slew of beautifying spotlights.
I sprinted for the nearest bar.

And was blessedly anonymous to all.

Well since USC manned up last night I think I'll try and man-up myself. I'm not an 'SC grad btw, just a So-Cal homer.

Yes, Anna, that's very sad about your Hoyas this year, but hey, you did make the Final Four in '07 right, and won the championship in '84, and have put the NBA Hall of Fame likes of Patrick Ewing, Allen Iverson, Alonzo Mourning, Dikembe Mutombo, and Eric "Sleepy" Floyd out on the court, right? so hold your head high and just hope that your current coach can somehow live up to the legacy of his uber-successful father.

And I'm appalled by Stephen's rank attitude as well, though I do confess I probably wouldn't have minded him having a bit of a field day with Monica ;)

And hottie, that Anne Hathaway Anna is referring to is not the actress from "The Princess Diaries" or "The Devil Wears Prada;" -- I'm betting two of your favorite movies right? -- so please please don't go there okay?

Okay, something, a snippet (finally) re. Ulysses....

"The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious. They talked seriously of mocker's seriousness." This quote (p. 163, l.542-43, Gab.), or the first sentence thereof, speaks tomes to my seriously-unserious-except when-it's-serious- but-even-then-when-it's-serious-you'd never-be-able-to-tell-it's being-serious soul (seriously); the words have mysteriously and instantly assimilated themselves inside me. Reading a passage like that, for me, is like going along left to right down the page line after line when FLASH/SHOCK the page is no longer a page but transformed instantaneously into a mirror bearing the image of you, the reader, describing you, while simultaneously telling a story. That's a whoa, epiphanous moment of enlightenment when Joyce, just innocently moving his narrative right along, has somehow suddenly stopped, and his voice is also speaking directly to me, to you, the reader. Frankly, I live for moments like those in literature, where the author, though decades, centuries removed from their work -- he or she is long dead -- enters into deep dialogue with a stranger way down some future unknowable road. The road hasn't even been built yet. Ulysses', for me, is replete with such moments, but I fear I'm beginning to ramble, and March Madness is calling me back again, so rather than elucidate other examples, I'll depart...but not before inquiring from all of you out there: Are you having some 'mirror moments' yourselves with Ulysses, perhaps pleasantly surprised at seeing your reflection or a partial reflection glinting right back at you from the text?

oh and...damn those pesky spotlights when all you're tryin' to do is discretely pee, bzine!

his voice is also speaking directly to me, to you, the reader. Frankly, I live for moments like those in literature, where the author, though decades, centuries removed from their work -- he or she is long dead -- enters into deep dialogue with a stranger way down some future unknowable road

Yes! well put!

I'm getting this not so much with Ulysses this time, but in Dostoevsky all over the place!!

Well I suppose it's nothing compared to the logistics trying to replicate the Nausicaa episode on Bloomsday.

Where do all of Bloom's acolytes go? There's only so much beach.

I wasn't going to say anything, but I think I should. Brent, I don't appreciate your making fun of me in your posts. That was rude, and you should know that I've deleted 3 of my posts because of your hurtful comments, and if you don't turn your tune around real soon Mister, I'll delete even MORE of my posts!!!

Thanks for your support glut!

What really got me in that #46 post was that Devil Wears Prada comment. I'm like, are you kidding me!!! Prada is soooo passe! Try two springs ago Enrique! Please! I wouldn't be caught dead wearing Prada!

This is a beautiful people group now? Does this mean I have to change out of my PJs before I visit? I think I have some old hair wax around here somewhere...

Keep up the interesting notes EF. I agree with you very much about hearing a direct echo of my own life in Ulysses in many passages. I think the effect is related to what makes good comedians funny, that whole 'It's so true!' sense you get when they hit on something that you are constantly exposed to but never directed to look at or scrutinize.

Thanks Bokai, I'll do my best,

but apparently my best isn't good enough for some people (hmmmppphhh).

Hottie, I saw what you wrote, and all I can say is thank you so much for deleting three of your posts. :)

edited to insert a smily face

purrfect.

did i just write that?

Holy shiitake mushroom!

Wandering Rocks is kicking my bum! Can't elaborate now. Will attempt weak explication tomorrow.

#55 -- that's the finest LibraryThing satire I've witnessed in several hours!

#56 -- As ImNotDedalus would say: slickdpdx wrote: "did i just write that?"

yes, slick, yes, you did just write that!

Niiiiiiiiiiice.

The Devil does not wear Prada. He wears Hugo Boss. HB was couturier of the Nazi's during the war.

Naughtyhottie, are these guys annoying you while weaving and unweaving your tapestry ? I'll come home soon baby, grab my bow and kick their asses !

I've enjoyed wandering rocks a lot too. Although I am in the tavern now with the singing and its not as toothsome.

#59...thank you so much for sticking up for me against those meanieteenyweenies. You're like a Big Macumbeira Brother to me! And I really appreciate you deleting one of your posts for me too.