January 1998

01-26-98 PMS as an alibi; Introducing some of the major players. 01-27-98Sleep deprivation inspiration; Krisco retreat (a battle won!); Tainted Love; GSFU Homepage 01-28-98 Rage, Alex's sexcapades; Love Line Losers 01-29-98 Anniversaries; Driving kittens; Article envy 01-30-98Suspicious minds; Starbucks 01-31-98 Introducing Ken: smugness, guilt trips, and baby bonking! Features: Home Meet the Cast Win An Award Winds of Chaos Current Survey About Me Other: Sign My Guestbook View My Guestbook Webrings Links E-Mail Me!

Under black yew-trees, in the shade, The owls have kept themselves apart; Like strange divinities, they dart The red eye, as they meditate. They stand like statues, silent, straight Up to the melancholy time When, shouldering the sun aside, Darkness establishes his state They teach the sage a lesson here, That in the world he ought to fear All movement, uproar, turbulence. But, drunk on shadows, our strange race Carries within the punishment Of having yearned for change of place. Programming Note: Words from the poem The Owls written by Charles Baudeliare.

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