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Hah, Jimmy I love the book on the bottom. You should make them into bookcovers and give them to all of your friends to wrap over the cover of the books they are reading. ;)
Anna Shashi tells me that in Hindi it is pronounced Viman (Vee-man where the man is as in, say, Englishman not man - i.e. truncated 'a') and in Sanskrit Vimana. Flying ships also used now for aeroplanes. The earliest that I have heard of flying machines is in the Ramayan (story of Rama). Ravan, the demon king of Lanka, abducts Sita in a flying vessel. Vidya after many words referes to knowledge about that subject so Vimana vidya would mean the subject matter of flying machines. Would tend to include technical as well as operational knoweldge and skills. Will contact a friend who may be able to give more info or at least pointers. Mine own ignorance would fill an ocean Jimmy. You're doing ok in my book. The only language I can read and write is English.
Ashok  Ashok! If you're reading, I am curious about the pronunciation of the Vedic word "Vimana" used in reference to ancient flying machines. I don't know your native language, but I've always been under the impression that if it was not English it was Hindi. If that is true, would you have any clue as to the pronunciation of this word and the phrase "Viman Vidya"? I would like to incorporate the words for yet another musical project. Forgive me if I'm being ignorant.
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jimmy Hey thanks for noticing, Anna. But you are "CORRECT, SIR!" It would be difficult to sneak a bunch of submarines into an otherwise possibly closed lake, on the border of an otherwise overly suspicious nation, North Korea! But that is the stuff that conspiracy theorists cut their teeth on! Yea, nobody thought of it! But that's why it is so perfectly diabolical! Maybe they snuck the subs in, part by part! Ans then reassembled them in the lake! Maybe, Jaques Cousteau is involved! And he's planing a brand new PBS special about the endeavor! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Anyway, I was going out on a limb there! Jimmy, there could be underground waterways which connect it to other more friendly territories. Then again, it might be just as likely that living Pliesiosaurs (sp?) exist! And much more likely that they exist, than my theory (piece by piece)! Oh, God! I wish someone would find a living dinosaur, something that would quiet the "Creationist" debate! As much as Jesus might love us, I don't imagine that he wants us to ignore observable information. Maybe the Bible is wrong. Maybe the people who wrote it, didn't get it right. Or even more so, maybe those in this far advanced age, who attempt to interpet it, get it wrong, sometimes... There's almost no greater sin, than leading a bunch of people astray, due to personal gain. And this happens all of the time! Always question and seek the truth! Now here's a twist, maybe there are prehistoric pleisiosaurs, spying on the North Koreans! Maybe they ar on the CIA, or the Aliens' payroll! The truth is out there! Peace All! Awwa \A/
Aw Hi. I see you, Anna. Wacky idea, Awwa, but if I had to support it, I would say that many lakes have subterannean sources through which you could get a submarine if you wanted to. But that's madness. The stuff of fiction. Damn though...woulnd't it be nice to take a ride like that? Speaking of fiction...comic book logic is always one dimensional and based on analytical concepts; thus laws of contradiction holds, but they lack the dialectical vagueness and acknowlegement of situation specifics which describe the real world. Iceman and Firestar get in a small battle over New York. Iceman shoots his Ice and Firestorm counters the blast by shooting her fire. No one on the ground is scalded by thousands of gallons of near boiling water.
jimmy Does anyone see my last post? I swear I published it. * Never mind...it decided to work after I asked.
Anna Forgive me but, how would anyone get a surveillance sub into a lake without being noticed? Viva la elasmosaurus! Hee!
Anna Here's a fun one...  China's Loch Ness Monster China's 'Loch Ness Monster' Resurfaces Funny that the sightings are on the North Korean border! Can you say "survelliance subs?" I wish they'd find at least one living dinosaur! You probbly have seen this (was it posted here?)... OBJECTIVE: Creation Education... as if there could even be such a thing! Alas, keep an open mind, but don't go completely nuts! I love you! Peace! Awwa \A/
Aw Jimmy, that jpg got me laughing silly. :-D I'm glad your shows went well. It's unbelievable that some officer just "mishears" that a person is from Iraq and suddenly you're being grilled like a criminal. And that car going the wrong way. God damn. Macneil made it into town on July 1st and I've been adjusting to life as an engaged person ever since. I mean, we've been engaged since February, but something about living on opposite coasts makes it less like a real life situation. But long distance is now short distance, and it's been intense, with some highs and lows, but more highs than not. It's surreal to be in San Diego with him on the days that I am able to escape LA. We cruise around town doing our daily chores and getting food/coffee/books whathaveyou, and inevitably I run into people I knew at different stages of my life. Touching base with where I came from while holding the hand of my future. And here I am trying to negotiate Los Angeles so that it doesn't turn me into a bitter little raisin. But at last, I AM ON VACATION. I. AM. ON. VACATION. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anna AH! It was a prologue! That explains, it! HA! ;-P Well it was intriguing from the begginning, if that's a good thing Ashok! I liked it and would like to read more! Let me know when and where I might find more to read. If it is soemthing that you are writing (I read that right didn't I?), then I believe that you have a good start. Jimmy, I had a run-in with the Border Patrol, though my experience was less intrusive. I'd hopped a freight train out of El Paso, actually riding one of the last of 5 or 6 "dummy" engines. If you run-up at the last minute as the train is leaving the yard, you can sometimes catch one of the rear engines (called dummy engines because they are rigged to be handled remotely from the first engine). The train is usually still moving slow, and the railing is easy to grab to hoist your foot up to the engine steps. Then you run up the steps, slip into the engineer's compartment, and hunker down until you're all the way out of the yard. After you're well clear of the yard bull (train yard security cop) and the yard proper, all you have to worry about is whether the train's engineer or his crew spot you, and if they care that you're aboard if they do see you. So here I am, miles out of the yard, sitting in the engineer's (or might have been the fireman's) seat, just sitting back chilling, wwhen I see us pass a Border Patrol station. They were on the highway running beside the tracks, but we were pretty close to the road at that point, so for me there was a good view of the station, and for them a good view of me on the train. I kinda ducked, but more so after actually seeing them, the Border Patrol officers outside of the station. This was January 1982, so 911 was not even a concern at the time. But illegal aliens were somewhat in the news, I believe it might have been the cusp of the "Just say no" era, and thus the Border Patrol was concerned with Border activity. Well, DOH! About a mile or so down the track the train comes to a stop. I think, "Aw crap! Busted!" So I did what I was advised to do by the old Hobo who'd told me how to catch the train, I jump down into the bathroom, a small little cubby down a few steps in the middle of the compartment, and I lock the door. Sitting on the can, knees scrunched-up by the door, I sat there waiting. After five or ten minutes I hear someone climbing the steps outside and then decending the steps to the bathroom cubby. After trying the door he started banging on the door, shouting, "Come on out of there! Open up! I know you're in there!" Sheepishly I open the door and see the Border Patrol officer standing at the foot of the steps. Now here's the sweet part, rather than throw me off the train, he just talks to me for a few minutes to determine that I'm not an illegal alien, and then turns and leaves me in the bathroom cubby. I believe that I was without an ID at the time, but talking to me was enough for him to figure I wasn't an alien. And I don't think he even said anything to the engineer or his crew. He just got off the train satisfied he was doing his job, and soon we were on our way again. It was great! The scenery was beautiful, and especially breath-taking at a gorge (of the Rio Grande?), whereby the train crossed a high trestle! A few miles later (an hour or more past the Border Patrol station), the train stopped again. So I hop back down into the cubby. This time it's one of the train crewmen (Assistant Brakeman or something), who knocks on the door. He tells me that as we were passing some of the curves near that gorge, the crew saw a figure sitting in the rear engine's compartment. So he was there to investigate. Then he tells me it's okay to stay on the train. In fact he turns the radio on (the one they use to communicate with other trains and to the train traffic controller in the yard), turns on the foot heater, and brings me a couple of sandwiches and a soda (caveat to riding trains, bring your own food and drink, it ain't making any comfort stops), for which I was greatly thankful! Real sweet, Huh! I actually rode that train all the way across Texas, El Paso through Texarcanna. Later I was to meet a real illegal alien, who had hopped it somewhere along the way. This time it was I who saw a shadowy figure riding in the next dummy engine, and wondered, "I sure hope this isn't trouble!" Turned out he was quite nice, spoke English well (my Spanish was/is not so good), and even had a "plan" to go all the way to St. Loius and then onto Chicago! Someone had sold him instructions and directions to all of the places to stop and find food, places to lay-over, and other contacts once in Chicago. It was Pine Bluff Arkansas, that he told, "I get off here to get food and drink." I had no idea what he meant. The train would stop on a side-track occasionally to let other "high-ballers and express passenger trains pass. It was on one of these that he hopped off. About five minutes later he hops back onboard, with a sack of goodies he said a lady gave him. PBJ's and Dr Pepper! It was amazing! I had no idea that they (illegal aliens and their smugglers) were so organized. Anyway, enough about an old man's meanderings. I started off telling a simple story and write a book. Well one day, I do hope to write that book. This chapter would have been halfway through the first half, after the whole "Californis Dreaming" section, but before the "Busted, Flat-Out Broke in Florida" half, Heh! Peace ALL! Awwa \A/
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