T H E D A I L Y T R A V E S T Y
For March 22, 2000
Volume 1, Issue 54
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***THE CURE are coming to Merriweather Post Pavilion
in Columbia, MD on Saturday, June 17, 2000 as part of their Bloodflowers
tour. Show starts at 8 PM. Tickets go on sale at 10 AM, Friday
March 24th and are available through Ticketmaster. We were quoted a price
of $38.50 for Orchestra seats, $28.50 for Regular. As most of our reader
base is in the Maryland/DC area, if anyone is interested in joining a group
already planning to attend, please contact the editor. This could quite
possibly be The Cure's last tour.
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202-432-SEAT (the district)
If you add up all the people who have ever lived on earth, at
any point in history, you get a total which is significantly LESS than the
number of people alive today. This, to me, begs two questions. How,
if this is true, can we all be re-incarnated souls? And what precisely have all
of us come here for? One thing's for sure. The purpose of life cannot
involve meeting every single other person on the earth. There are about 3
billion seconds in a century. So, even if you were to get really organised
and arrange to glance for just one second, into the eyes of all your fellow
humans, you could only ever greet a portion of the population. Half,
maybe, if you went at it 24 hours a day for a hundred years. More like a
quarter if you were to allow time to eat, sleep and go shopping.
Jonathan Cainer
Dead
Bunny
Years ago while lying
in my hammock and drinking Jack Daniels from the bottle I noticed
my dog dragging something
under the fence. Upon inspection and to my dismay, I realized it was the next door neighbor's 10 year-old
daughter's rabbit. For years I had watched her come home from school and
head straight out to its cage, free it and play with it in the yard. I knew today would be no different and
fearing for our dog, I had to think fast.
The rabbit was quite dirty, as
if it had put up quite a struggle, so I washed it off with the hose, combed it with the dog brush and blew it
dry with the leaf blower. Upon finishing its grooming I jumped the fence
and replaced back in it's cage hoping it's death would be written off to
"natural causes".
Back to the hammock and JD. Within the hour the
neighbors' Volvo pulled in as usual and out popped the little girl, and as usual she headed straight for the
cage. Only this time she
stopped about six feet away and screamed:
"DDDDDAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her father panic stricken
stood looking at the cage. Being the good neighbor that I am I
rushed to fence and asked if there
was anything I could do.
Her father less than calmly blurted, "What kind
of sick individual would dig up a little girl's dead rabbit and put it back in its cage??"
remembering you how you used to be slow drowned you
were angels so much more than everything hold for the last time then slip away
quietly open my eyes but I never see anything there was nothing in the
world that I ever wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart if only I'd
thought of the right words