Hey Y'all, In anticipation of imagined questions unasked I post. Silencing the clamor of an imagined multitude looking for fish and bread. Hubris incarnate pillowed in dreams written on sand best left unread. It's so quiet here without the radio. The tv's dead. Standing life as I know it on it's head. Here are the peppers I sent to bed This Saturday For want of lesser things to do. Indonesian Snake Pepperoccini Hawaiian sweet Chimayo Anaheim College 64 Fresno Heart Savina Early Jalapeno ( add the tilde) Aji Pineapple In a fortnight they should yawn cotyledon spreading waking. Hot babies born in Winter's wane. Off Topic: I'm going to miss Joe Strummer. L8r Jose -- "The will of the nation" is one of those phrases, that have been most largely abused by the wily and the despotic of every age. Some have seen the expression of it in the purchased suffrages of a few of the satellites of power; others, in the votes of a timid or an interested minority; and some have even discovered it in the silence of a people, on the supposition that the fact of submission established the right to command. --