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The gaudy red Jordan coat of arms is one they sell in souvenir shops in Ireland.
The right-hand Jordan coat of arms, also from Ireland, is one I found on the Internet. The horse-whip tail on the lion is pretty good, but I like the top half best. It's like a blank coloring book.
I can't figure what's with all the lions. They don't even have lions in Ireland.
The Maya Stela further down the page translates into my birthday.
Travel, archaeology, museums, religions, languages (esp. Esperanto, Chinese, Nahuatl)
Hikes, short whodunits, farcical films, really clever computer programs, nuts, having a captive audience, pop-up books, beaches, music written before the XXth century, museums, July, theatres, vanilla, literacy, nifty places, rocking chairs, artists, gefiltefish, mail that requires no answer, beer, alphabetical order, Gothic architecture, sherry, cartoons, maps, web pages with actual content, funny food (within reason), bug-free woods, ingenuity, being met at the station, Wikipedia, Arab salads, heaven, flowers that grow though neglected, HTML, pipe organs, sunset, tamales, pop-up books, goats, straight teeth, friends, spumoni ice cream, decorative tile, smiles, seashores, corduroy jackets, health, skepticism, indoor plumbing, okra, Hawaiian shirts, history majors, pork chops, dictionary apps, books with peanut-butter-proof bindings, traveling to new places, opera, freshmen, Wikipedia, fish tacos, universal single-payer health care, seedless grapes, lessons one & two, pleasant weather, pockets, reliable machines, naps, the Upper Paleolithic, red wine, the pyramid of Unis, national parks, free trade, printed instruction manuals, maternal advice, curiosity, hot baths, Corto Maltese "graphic novels" (= comic books), tea, gay rights, smoked salmon, drivers who scorn the laws of physics, freeware, Chinese temples, Esperanto & (most of) the people who speak it, the sound of rain on a roof that doesn't leak, Harry Potter books, a seat in the front, encyclopedias, foods that start with A, E-Readers.
Bad Things: |
Talk radio, flu, poems that don't rhyme, being a captive audience, things that don't work right, cilantro, idiots with power, flat tires, science fiction, baseball, the word "like" used as spoken punctuation, gurus and their followers, wet dogs, spam and junk mail, mosquitoes and/or flies, careless writing, floods & fires, garden snails, spin doctors, dust & spider webs, budget deficits, fundamentalists, nag boxes, ethnic cleansing, music written after the XIXth century, handguns & assault weapons, clattering skateboards, termites, supreme leaders, forest fires, exams, pictures printed across binding margins, DJs, lobbyists, oversold flights, piano transcriptions, illegible labels on electronic devices, group-think, art that fails to lift the spirit, robber barons & labor bosses, bottled water, electioneering, murder & mayhem, English spelling, karaoke, preachers who go by nicknames, telephone trees, madding crowds, feminists & anti-feminists, acne & eczema, robocalls, protectionism, motivational speakers, traffic congestion, the Lower Paleolithic, public broadcasting "membership" drives, human sacrifice, bandwagons, graffiti, terrorism, vacuous gibberish, game shows, arthritis, pop-up ads, weeds, self-locking car doors, senioritis, invasions, campaign promises, museum labels far from what they label, famine & plague, gerrymandering, reality TV, rabble rousers & roused rabble, forgetfulness, isms, horseradish, viruses, "people who."
Off hand I can't think of any reason why you would want to look at a picture of me. Even I don't have much interest in pictures of me. However if you click on the guy in the pot it will lead to a my favorite picture of me, which, in turn, is but a mouse-click away from a huge, appallingly narcissistic collection of photos of me that will amaze and disgust you and take longer than Lent to download into the bargain. (It isn't my fault. Somebody sent me a picture of myself to put on my web page and things just kind of got out of hand.)
You don't want to know intimate stuff.
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