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And there was much rejoicing. Yaaayy.

 

Obligatory Google image search yielded a crappy 70s automobile:

mavecos_75_braz_mav.jpg

You get to push it home.

 

Happy birthday, bro! :D

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Happy Birthday Mav.

 

I got you cake. Eat my cake before ChAiNz's as one of the side effects of the cake I got you is it will make you hungry for cake.

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Despite what Evil Q wrote, the 1972 Ford Maverick wasn’t a crappy car. It was a really fun car for a 15 year old to drive to the beach.

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  mimartin said:
Despite what Evil Q wrote, the 1972 Ford Maverick wasn’t a crappy car. It was a really fun car for a 15 year old to drive to the beach.

With a 302 and a 4-speed it wouldn't be bad, no.

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Happy Birthday! I got you a picture of Jacques Derrida. It's not in anyway related to your name, but it's good for throwing things at.

 

feature_derrida.jpg

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  Pavlos said:
Happy Birthday! I got you a picture of Jacques Derrida. It's not in anyway related to your name, but it's good for throwing things at.

 

  Derrida said:

blah blah blah x120 pages

 

It is now relevant to your name.

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  Sabretooth said:
It is now relevant to your name.

But the silence of the word (lurch|word -- the irregularity of instability in meaning shown) is unknown. What do we mean by unknown? What do we mean by silence? What do we mean by word? Word is name but name is not name. We have to maintain now (maintenant) the circular pursuit of unmeaning in confidence of knowing at the moment of unknowing of unmeaning. The logic of this novelty is not to be contested against even by the most ancient ancientness. But once again we should not allow ourselves to be unfair to the search of name. Hamlet: 'It was the best of times. It was the worst of times'. Seeing that we are not made with real lemons does not contest the possibility that we are made with real lemons (ideal, mechanical, or dialectical). In a Christian tradition: Thus do we know our unknowing. In reality, in the unreality of reality (toilette), we know our unknowing only by reference to the word, which itself is postally telescopic. The post: reduction of sentiment to word and then the mode of transmission to the door of the letteree, to be reconstructed through opening of the letter, revelation of content and extrapolation of sentiment (as opposed to reason, but not unreason) by the letteree. If said letter is intercepted by other than the leteree, though the address can be extrapolated to the word, can the word be returned to the sentiment without the contextual understanding of the intended leteree. Only the intended can be the leteree. Yet who is the intended of a name? Unlike the letter -- though made up of letters, or epistolae -- it has no leteree. Thus names must -- can or ken -- be unstable in sense. And Derrida = Mav and Mav = Derrida. Context is external to sense as sense exists still without context, and indeed without intent.

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Thanks for the birthday wishes, unfortunately the cake will have to wait until next year, because if I ate any now it wouldn't stay in my tummy for very long.

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  Mav said:
Thanks for the birthday wishes, unfortunately the cake will have to wait until next year, because if I ate any now it wouldn't stay in my tummy for very long.

 

mim's cake might stay down, it looks like it might be good for nausea.

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