tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17736646.post115777492536042636..comments2023-09-28T07:53:45.029-07:00Comments on moon traveller herald: Modern TimesJack Vaughanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08260762984352254451noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17736646.post-1158328748817547372006-09-15T06:59:00.000-07:002006-09-15T06:59:00.000-07:00And tell your blogs admin that the clock is way of...And tell your blogs admin that the clock is way off.<BR/><BR/>It is 9:52 right now --jayAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17736646.post-1158328691884635792006-09-15T06:58:00.000-07:002006-09-15T06:58:00.000-07:00well, Jack, I finally figured out how to get tha...well, Jack, I finally figured out how to get that rss overlay out of my browser's field! -jayAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17736646.post-1158256447398727892006-09-14T10:54:00.000-07:002006-09-14T10:54:00.000-07:00On Modern Times, Dylan sings:More frailer than flo...On Modern Times, Dylan sings:<BR/><BR/>More frailer than flowers, these precious hours/That keep us so tightly bound<BR/><BR/>On hearing these lines, I thought, well, that’s like something from an old poem, isn’t it, and, now, this just in from the NYTimes (9/14/06): Dylan’s lines are from an old poem. More precisely from Henry Timrod’s Rhapsody of a Southern Winter Night:<BR/><BR/>A round of Gordon Thomashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01207801575933000095noreply@blogger.com