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Jan-Feb '97: eggs get a looksmart
and a gist pick, the playground gets
a netguide; SmartAss awards are created;
merchandising
wars gets a gist pick and is gamelan cool;
benbot goes to the
institute,
bewilders dozens,
and gets a gist pick; the dog
chews up my sugarcubes video; mice
discover sculpture; moonmilk reads books.
Note: the contents of this page and the rest of this server are my own
responsibility and are not
representative of or approved by the University of Pennsylvania or any other
person or institution.
Mice create sculpture while we are away. (Feb '97)
Benbot: Ben Franklin revived from the dead,
and boy is he cranky. (Jan '97)
The Dream Page - some of my dreams;
discussion about dreams; pointers to Web dream resources
(Most recent dream: April 24, 1995)
Poster Child Of The Apocalypse -
What the heck does that mean? Send me your visual interpretation or see
how others have interpreted it. An open gallery. (Last update February 20,
1995, but I still want
new poster children!)
The Random Portrait Gallery - anonymous faces of Web users (new stuff April
20; new faces every week).
Contribute to the gallery and get goodies!
Discussion about the nature and future of the Web, a discussion started by
my Web Rant.
- Send me your comments or just go away. I've been lax in
incorporating your letters into
this page, but I will get to it someday. (Last update (rant page): April
21,1995)
Lunch Server What did I have
for lunch? Includes
links to other Lunch Information
Services across the Web. (Updated almost daily)
The Lunch Server is now ENHANCED FOR NETSCAPE 2.0.
The Wired Theft Page -- information wants
to be free, but Wired wants to be $4.95.
Includes reader feedback. (Latest feedback July 18, 1995.)
Say, did you ever wonder how they decide
who gets on the cover of Wired each month?
Shakespearean Insult Server (March 23, 1994)
It was written in AppleScript, of all things, and I gave it
away when the old mac server overheated. But it was, of course,
the first Insult Server on the web.
Tendrils of the Web (some of my favorite links--last update 22 Jan 94.
INCREDIBLY OUT OF DATE. May never be updated.
See the equally outdated The Playground Gallery
for some other interesting places to go, or
my horribly outdated hotlist for things I use frequently or think worth
looking at again.)
alt.surrealism (last update Nov 93)
Sometimes it's hard for me to believe that I've been maintaining this thing for
well over a year now (as of Jan 95)
Coming soon: more photographs, graphic art and computer art; a collaborative
illustration project...
This server is for my personal amusement and edification. Contents are
Copyright 1993-1997 Ranjit Bhatnagar, except for contributed work, which remains
the property of the contributor.
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Here is your raffle ticket.
If you got number 1-984, congratulations! You are our daily winner.
American Heritage insists that "cul-de-sacs" is the
proper plural, not "culs-de-sac," so what am I to do? Anyway, in case you
didn't know, it means a dead-end street, or a fleshy bag or one-ended tube
like the appendix. It comes from the French for "bottom of the sack," which is
as good a description of this World Wide Whatchamacallit thing as any.
David Poyner writes:
I used to work a refuse round in the summer holidays (ie garbage collector); it
was good money, especially when I found GBP 15 (about $25) at the bottom of a
bin. That was a lot of money in 1978.
Anyway, the driver of the dustcart (=US garbage truck) used to swear a lot, and
that's an understatement. One particular phrase he used was
"cul-de-fucking-sac". Another was "Upton-on-fucking-Severn" (a small village in
Worcestershire).