on his way to explaining it to me this morning, Trev found this wonderful page, which, if i'm motivated enough i'll make into the key for a secret code. ;-) on the other hand, since i've spoken about it already it won't be so secret anymore right?

check it out: http://www.ibiblio.org/pub/packages/infosystems/wais/word-lists/number-index
a related list is here, too: http://www.ibiblio.org/pub/packages/infosystems/wais/word-lists/word-index

note: the pages above will take more than a few seconds to load, as each is a massive compendium of words. long-time Internet mavens will appreciate the fact that those pages reside in a WAIS directory.

i was just talking to Kass too, and casually mentioned the quoted text below to her which, upon further reflection, is a good takeoff point for today's extended weblog entry:

texts are the real reflections of our lives. conversations are just "mirrors," which go fleetingly away once you're not in front of them. you have the memory of the image--which soon enough fades--but not the indelibility of text. (not that i have anything against mirrors, to be sure.)

Sunday noon... i'm gonna go out for a walk now, and will continue this weblog later which today is sponsored by the letters T and R, and by the number pi. it's going to be about words and naming (or "nicknaming" as the weblogging case may be), a current fancy for some of you out there right now, which pleases me a lot. ^_^

to do tonight... watch the (tape-delayed) closing ceremonies of the 2000 Sydney Olympics. here's a blurb from the Sports Illustrated website:

If Salvador Dali ever held a homecoming parade, it might have looked like this. A lawnmower crashed through a stage and hundreds of band members -- on purpose -- in a mass chase torn from a Buster Keaton movie. There emerged outsized plastic dancers, robots on stilts and an angry inflatable kangaroo pushed by trolls in halos.

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