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----------- Anarchy Inc ...presents... ----------- B00G and the art of ZEN Written under strictly controlled conditions April 1986.. By those rather daft people at the Darque Side. Call today. I insist. <>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<> "Bunny farts? What? Me worry?" --Ron S. VanZuylen, Sunnyvale, CA. <>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<> The other day a friend of mine came up to me and asked a question which I hadn't a clear answer to. "What is Boog?" What, indeed, is boog? That's a damn good question. Let's avoid discussing this for a moment or two so we can collect our thoughts and remember from exactly which dusty, half-hidden pothole this concept first emerged. /-----------\ ! Hey ! <-- Assuming we had both the time and money to invest in ! misstah ! discussing silly useless things like little cute boxes ! wanna ! ingraciously stuck in such ungodly places as the centers ! buy ! of textfiles, perhaps the thing that would strike us as ! a ! most important is the shape of the box, and not, as we ! duck? ! would assume, the contents inside. ..(author) \-----------/ Feh, Monty Python, Pink Floyd, Opus, The Hallelujiah Chorus, The William Tell Overture, Benny Hill, Ed, Ned (not Ed), 8, 88. Who are these people, these things, and why have they assumed importance (or have they assumed ’importance?) Most likely a question would be "How can I get money out of this?" I can't tell how you will get $, but you can send your $ to me, c/o this Ascii Express. But this confuses, and we digress. <>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<> "Quote? What do you want a lousy quote for?" -Eric C. Thompson, on drugs. <>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<> /-----------\ Truly. Perhaps it is that most of us here at Anarchy Inc. ! nEFr ! to a point digress beyond the reasonable limit established ! eEt ! by the men in dark sunglasses for silly textfiles. ! kAT ! ! FuD ! We can start by asking ourselves 'What does Boog mean?', but, ! wILe ! as it turns out, the more expedient course of action is to ! oN ! ponder the question, Why 'Boog?'. The answer is, of course, ! aSid. ! Lite Beer. The proof of this is beyond the present scope of ! ! this file and involves the solution of a number of indeter- ! -Havoc ! minate differential equations. ! T. ! ! Chaos ! ----- "But so what?" you ask. ----- \-----------/ Now this is all well and good, but the meaning of Boog has little, if any, to do with Lite Beer. To solve this puzzle we must delve into a field entirely different from any we have previously encountered in our daily experience. Look above you. Can you see the sky or is your view impeded by the crinkly off-white of an acoustic ceiling? The frosty neutral glare of a fluorescent lightbulb? Ceramic tile? Or perhaps, you can see the stars, staring back down from a height more remote than the sun. /--------------\ ! ! ! box. ! ----- Box. The way of Zen, explained. ----- ! ! \--------------/ The Master Yao-shan, upon being asked 'What is the Way?' had answered, 'A cloud in the sky and water in the jug!' A quick drive up to San Francisco to an art gallery (or a waffle factory, for that matt’er) will verify the truth of this once and for all, and how this relates to Boog can be found hanging on the wall in the Smithsonian. Zen is the art of perceiving the world as it is without trying nor even wanting to understand it. Boog is the manifestation of this in the daily life of your average modem user. Boog doesn't make sense, it doesn't have to. All that is required is for you to perceive it. (As a minor footnote, of late there has been much confusion and hullaballoo concerning the spelling and proper punctuation of the word boog. Committees have met, polls have been taken, votes have been counted, decisions have been made, and the verdict is in: Capitalized. 0's as in B00G permitted only if G is capitalized. Lately the alternative form b00g has seemed to have gained some acclaim. Best used in the context "Boog?", "Boog." or "Boog!". Alas poor Boog, I knew him well..) Boog is a boog thing. This sentence does not talk about itself, it does not concern itself with much of anything. It is content to just be. Little relevance is applied to the fact that I am not sticking to the subject matter. Lemmings need not stick to their subject matter; they are free to run off to god-knows-where to do god-knows-what to god-knows-which other ’lemmings for god-knows-why and then -poof-, he washes up onshore. Sad, but the lemming did not seem to so think. Similarly the frozen linguini becomes thawed hence rendering it edible, but not on a popsicle. Until you understand this paragraph you are forbidden to continue. I insist. But what has this to do with Zen? Zen is neZ spelt backwards, but alas that gives little consolance. Were I to be a Maharishi-ite, I would tell you how the Grand Forces of the Unified field combine to ..well.. let things happen. But I am not and I will not so you're out of luck. d00d. Seriously my veal parmesian is cooling, and it must be attended to, so discuss that with the Bagwhan. Ah.. Choo. Sir! Are you still alive? Boog. What is boog’? Boog is the experience. An ultimate that weaves its way into and through our lives as the spider weaves its web, in desperate search for food. Boog is. <>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<> I have been told that Ed is round is good is not Ned is good is Ed. And Ned is not Ed is bad is not 8. 8 is round, is good. 88 is The Number. Then we were told that there were Edly people, and edliest of all be Ed Mertens, who has a round head. Edly people like /ed until /ed was /exiled, and is no more. - Ned Mertens, man with big dick. <>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<> Where to send the money: (c) Anarchy Inc. The Dark Side Ascii Express Line Call 408/245-SPAM and you will not be disappointed. But you might vomit. They're coming to take me away, ha ha. <..No!..No!..No!..Yes!..Yes!..Yes!..No!..No!..No!..Yes!..Yes!..Yes!..No!..>


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