And the night comes again to the circle-studded sky
Hands up: who's surprised?

You are a Folkie. Good for you.
What kind of Sixties Person are you?
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At least I get to be represented by Phil Ochs. Somehow, that improves my day.

You are a Folkie. Good for you.
What kind of Sixties Person are you?
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At least I get to be represented by Phil Ochs. Somehow, that improves my day.

The stars settle slowly; in loneliness they lie
But yay! Phil.
(The decadence of destiny is looking for a pawn)
'Till the universe expodes as a falling star is raised
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*is a playboy*
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But this is for you, from me and Ains. She said you''d get it. It's very rough, as it was very quick, so please forgive
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I have only two Phil Ochs albums and both of those are out on loan at the minute; but eventually I'll lend them to you. Mostly he wrote protest songs, poetic and occasionally approaching the hallucinogenic in their imagery, and some of these more people should be singing right now.
Oh, I am just a student, sir, and I only want to learn / But it's hard to read through the rising smoke from the books that you like to burn / So I'd like to make a promise and I'd like to make a vow / That when I've got something to say, sir, I'm going to say it now . . .
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Regarding the moral perils of the internet, I particularly enjoyed the author's comment that "the internet is even better than the Bible when it comes to spreading unverifiable, unrefutable stories." Cheers to the Guardian.
Also, why have you disabled anonymous posting, causing me to hijack my husband's Live Journal account in order to disturb you with tales of the resurgence of "American family values"?
Hope the take-home exam is going well.
On to my netherworld essay,
Ainsley
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I disabled anonymous posting because I got a couple of rather weird anonymous comments, unsigned (yes, I know: as opposed to signed anonymous comments), and decided I just didn't want to deal with the hassle. I don't mind criticism; I mind critics who won't sign their names. I don't suppose I can persuade you to acquire a livejournal?
I think I'm in the netherworld right now. Well, a netherworld with chai. Better than muddy water and clay any day. But it's a very narrow margin at the minute . . .