A life of privilege

On Mar 9, 8:28*pm, (Tom Keats) wrote:


A long time ago, in a galaxy far away (okay, back in the '60s)
I read a Readers' Digest[*] bio about William Beebe, creator of
the Bathysphere, in which he was quoted as saying something to
the effect of: "The greatest sin is boredom."


Tom, back then us cool kids were into the Apollo 11 mission.
The guys that were into deep-sea submersible stuff never
really scored with the hotties at school.

Just an observation of mine, don't spend too much time
worrying about it.

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Fabrizio Mazzoleni writes:
On Mar 9, 8:28*pm, (Tom Keats) wrote:

A long time ago, in a galaxy far away (okay, back in the '60s)
I read a Readers' Digest[*] bio about William Beebe, creator of
the Bathysphere, in which he was quoted as saying something to
the effect of: "The greatest sin is boredom."

Tom, back then us cool kids were into the Apollo 11 mission.

http://www.vancouvermaritimemuseum.c...?artifactid=92

The guys that were into deep-sea submersible stuff never
really scored with the hotties at school.

How do you know?

Just an observation of mine, don't spend too much time
worrying about it.

Okay, I won't.

In my day, the guys who /really/ scored with the hotties
at school were into Arts classes. The Occies
(Occupational/shop) guys who were a step away from being
relegated to Vancouver Tech were at the bottom of the
social barrel.

The Acedemics were just nerds who had no idea of what was
going on in real life as they memorized the Mendelev
Atomic Chart. The Artsies sold the best hash. The Occies
could get your Vauxhall working again, at least enough to
get you home -- sometimes. And the jox wanted to kill you
during a boisterous game of Rugby. Basketball was considered
a girl's game. At school assemblies we had to sing "O Canada
at the beginning and "God Save the Queen"[*] at the end.

Then there were the Bible readings & reciting of the
Christrian prayer at the beginning of every school day.


cheers,
Tom

[*] A lot of people don't even realize HRM is also the
Queen of Canada, albeit in a formal sense.

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"Tom Keats" wrote in message
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In my day, the guys who /really/ scored with the hotties
at school were into Arts classes.

That is the reason why respectable folks would never have anything to do
with artists. They were traditionally always regarded as trash people. I
think they had it right too! Artists have the morality of swine.

The Occies
(Occupational/shop) guys who were a step away from being
relegated to Vancouver Tech were at the bottom of the
social barrel.

These would be the future blue collar workers, all of whom seem to lack
social skills. This is where Tom Keats ended up, a dock worker who labors by
the sweat of his brow.

The Acedemics were just nerds who had no idea of what was
going on in real life as they memorized the Mendelev
Atomic Chart.

These are the only kinds of people that you ever want to have any
association with. They can be difficult, but ultimately they are the most
rewarding. They have souls and minds which they have cultivated.

The Artsies sold the best hash. The Occies
could get your Vauxhall working again, at least enough to
get you home -- sometimes. And the jox wanted to kill you
during a boisterous game of Rugby. Basketball was considered
a girl's game. At school assemblies we had to sing "O Canada
at the beginning and "God Save the Queen"[*] at the end.

The athletes make the best warriors. They need to go into the military
services where they can express their surplus of testosterone.

Then there were the Bible readings & reciting of the
Christrian prayer at the beginning of every school day.

These types end up as caretakers of one sort or another. Thank God for them.

Regards,

Ed Dolan the Great - Minnesota
aka
Saint Edward the Great - Order of the Perpetual Sorrows - Minnesota

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"Edward Dolan" writes:

(Occupational/shop) guys who were a step away from being
relegated to Vancouver Tech were at the bottom of the
social barrel.

These would be the future blue collar workers, all of whom seem to lack
social skills. This is where Tom Keats ended up, a dock worker who labors by
the sweat of his brow.

Richard Brautigan lives on in me.

The Acedemics were just nerds who had no idea of what was
going on in real life as they memorized the Mendelev
Atomic Chart.

These are the only kinds of people that you ever want to have any
association with. They can be difficult, but ultimately they are the most
rewarding. They have souls and minds which they have cultivated.

They can't discuss anything noteworthy.

And they're too, too meticulous about their bike-riding presentation,
what with their helmets and yellow-&-black killer bee suits with the
bum-flaps, &c. Trying to look like the local bicycle parking-meter
cops. Heh.

Y'know how you can tell a pyromaniac type by the way they
lingeringly gawk at a lit match? Well you can similarly
tell an Academic/analytical type as they enrapturedly
dawdle in stationery dept's.


cheers, & beware the Killer Bees,
Tom (Richard Brautigan)

--
Nothing is safe from me.
I'm really at:
tkeats curlicue vcn dot bc dot ca

"Tom Keats" wrote in message
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"Edward Dolan" writes:
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The Acedemics [Academics] were just nerds who had no idea of what was
going on in real life as they memorized the Mendelev [Mendeleev]
Atomic Chart.

These are the only kinds of people that you ever want to have any
association with. They can be difficult, but ultimately they are the most
rewarding. They have souls and minds which they have cultivated.

They can't discuss anything noteworthy.

This coming from a dock worker (a blue collar type) who no doubt only wants
to discuss loose women and bad beer, but not necessarily in that order.

And they're too, too meticulous about their bike-riding presentation,
what with their helmets and yellow-&-black killer bee suits with the
bum-flaps, &c. Trying to look like the local bicycle parking-meter
cops. Heh.

I know the type. They are only pretend academics, pseudo-intellectuals if
you will. It takes a Great One to know the difference. True academics and
intellectuals are retiring and humble - like ME!

Y'know how you can tell a pyromaniac type by the way they
lingeringly gawk at a lit match? Well you can similarly
tell an Academic/analytical type as they enrapturedly
dawdle in stationery dept's.

We intellectuals love words the way working slobs like Tom Keats loves bad
beer and loose women, but not necessarily in that order.

Regards,

Ed Dolan the Great - Minnesota
aka
Saint Edward the Great - Order of the Perpetual Sorrows - Minnesota