June 30, 2004
Height unknown, weight unknown, number of legs unknown.
Who is this guy?
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*crickets*
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He's a scary guy. One of the Middle Eastern bloggers I read discussed the "Zarkowi letter" and included the full text a month or two ago - I couldn't find his post, but if you Google "Zarkawi letter" you'll find lots of references.
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Good article. Cheers.
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I keep wanting this to be a riddle...It ought to be a riddle, dammit.
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Crickets Some summer nights you can hear them getting all worked up over this idea of cheerfulness and song. Deep in the grasses where they hide, there is a need to be heard in the darkness, even if their voices are so small they sound like a door creaking on its hinge, or the squeak a drawer makes when it opens up at last. It seems as if the damp air and dew are trying to hold their song down out of sheer gravity, but neither dampness nor darkness makes them stop. In fact, the crickets like to show off their song, to let it lift up off the earth the way that all notes rise to the stars and float up through the thick night, as if their jpy itself were the only light we needed to follow. -- Sue Owen