it's the only package you can bring / it's all that you can't leave behind
I've rescued my long-dead eZine, the Northwest's Own Railfan, from the oblivion of Bob's server; it can now be found in all it's archived HTML schmaltz over again.
Obvious | 10/31/2005 11:41:00 PM
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Name: Obvious
Location: Amtrak 500
Industry: Government / Academia
Occupation: Political Operative / Student
About Me: Smartass, grade-whore, troublemaker, agent provacateur, outcast, refuge, pin-puller, no-good hack.
See also: Sucker, Sap.
Because you can't stay away from blogging when it's free..
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, / And sorry I could not travel both / And be one traveler, long I stood / And looked down one as far as I could / To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, / And having perhaps the better claim, / Because it was grassy and wanted wear; / Though as for that the passing there / Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay / In leaves no step had trodden black. / Oh, I kept the first for another day! / Yet knowing how way leads on to way, / I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence: / Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.
— Robert Frost
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