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Bit comet bloggers are very kind and responsive in a fairly egalitarian way.No one is ignored but one is challenged to get more involved.My previous post was an apology to myself and for anyone interested regarding the time and effort(or lack of)on my part when not on a more dynamic blog as exists at bit comet.I hope to laod it with my music and art etc but every day brings new suprises that prevent me from taking the time.It is rather odd that in the united states on line enthusiast are lacking in social graces while those in south america,eastern europe and asia never forget a kind word.I nticed a romanian on here and as my grandfather was from Iash(moldova?) I am keenly interested in visiting there.In university I majored in Russian studies and was on red square on the new years eve before 1984.Too much fun esspecially because I was a strong drinker.We thought there was only two kinds of vodka but when we got to the dollar bills only store we found countless rows of flavored vodka.We decided to drink as many as we could which meant 1 fifth per day.The caviar was 10 dollars for a large sevruga and we used to stay drunk untill three to watch the changing of the guards  at lennin's wax mausaleum.To sum this up,I wonder why some people like those who do not like them nor treat them well over a responsive fairly open group of people here.I was quite touched by the responses I recieved on bcomet and would like to pledge heartfelt thoughts of good will whatever that means.Often it is said that pure secular humanism is anti "other worldly" but I differ.One can be what most people are.......6th rate pragmatists and anti material in their materialism,or one can embrace the vast unkown in the here and now,enjoying the fruits of kind seeds planted down the road.I SOUND LIKE A BLOW HARD and I would appreciate not being that way.I know nothing.My 26 year old friends boss me around because I try and take everyone as a teacher.Man but what stupid crap I put on line at times. here is a poem by our greatest american poet,  Emily dickenson  Much madness is devinest sense                                much madness is devinest sense                                     to a discerning eye;                         Much sense the starkest madsness,    T'is the majority in this;as all,prevails            Assent amd you are sane;    Demur,- you'r streaightway dangerous,     and handled with a chain