{"id":5760,"date":"2005-07-19T21:20:25","date_gmt":"2005-07-20T05:20:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ikillspies.com\/blog\/2005\/07\/19\/5760\/"},"modified":"2005-07-19T21:20:25","modified_gmt":"2005-07-20T05:20:25","slug":"mail-for-david-chadwick","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ikillspies.com\/?p=5760","title":{"rendered":"Mail for David Chadwick"},"content":{"rendered":"

\nChadwick<\/a> you complete monkey;<\/p>\n

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I just reread my copy of Thank You and OK!<\/a><\/i> before I donate it to the Palo Alto Buddhist Temple<\/a>, and read the section where you mention “nine clay balls.” I’m sure you recall, you never do get around to describing what it means.<\/p>\n

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So, I’m thinking, this is the Information Age, it’s been a while since he wrote that, maybe someone somewhere has published what that phrase actually means.<\/p>\n

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So I Google it… guess what. There are only two articles containing that phrase that are archived by Google. One of them is a list of names of punk bands<\/a>, singled out for their terrible names (Dogen<\/a>-inspired punks?). The other is… you<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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And you still don’t describe what it means.<\/p>\n

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So? Did you make it up? Is it your version of “the thing with the cup<\/a>“? Is it some scatalogical koan<\/a><\/i> equivalent?<\/p>\n

\n Tell me tell me<\/p>\n

\nBrian\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\nPS
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