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You Learn Something New Every Day Pass

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grateful1 said:
Cigar Girl time.....contest open to all...ends this Sunday, 10pm pst.

Please post a linky to a cigar girl (image or video).

No - you cannot use AVB's - nor can you use any linky connected to CP.

Please be original and fun...also post "nsfw" if it's a 'risque' image/video.

After this ends I will ask all pass participants to PM me the top 3 linky's(this may take a couple days.

The linky with the most numbers wins....oh, there will be 2 prize packs... :D

The prizes will be listed later...but....
both PP's will have at least a nice....eh...it can wait.

Contest starts tonight at 8pm est.

3 linky's per post.
1 post per day.....make your posts count!

Thanks Phil!


Did I miss anything?
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Yea..I missed my own deadline. My apologies!

The winner - by ONE vote....is.....



AVB - The Lady in Red! - Ray, please fix the linky.

Runner up is Horse with Justine Joli!

Gentlemen, please pm me your addy.

Thanks to Phil and the participants for a great pass!
 
Pass in hand. Beads look good, RH was in line. Re-bagged based on numbers to make it a bit easier to navigate. Looks like #63 Partagas 160 has severe wrapper damage and is beyond smokeable. Other then that everything looks good. I will put my plays together and post later.
 
That sucks but such is life =\ Just seperate it from the main bag or put a sticky note on it or something. I would usually have you just pull it and smoke it in a bong but I happened to come into something recently that I would like to employ with the parti in a little experiment...
 
Here are my proposed P/T's. If they look ok to you guys I can get this out tomorrow. Thanks for everything Phil, its been a pleasure my friend!

Takes
10) Anejo #49
100) Bolivar Gold Medal
110) Anejo Sand Shark
118) Tatuaje RC184

Puts
125) Daivdoff Millennium Robusto Tubo
126) Montecristo D Limited Edition 2005
127) Padron 1926 #1 (m)
128) Zino Platinum Crown Series Barrel

129) Padron 1926 #35 (m)
130) Partagas Coronas 2001
131) Tatuaje Exclusivo Zona Del Este
 
I don't think this is something new. It's more of a reminder than anything else.

The Importance of Pals.

Two men met once during a thunderstorm in 1850. Their friendship would only last two years before it became nothing more than a warm acquaintance. Herman Melville was 31 at the time. The man he met that day, Nathaniel Hawthorne, was his senior by 15 years. The two men exchanged ideas that left a profound impression upon Melville even after Hawthorne’s death. Melville found understanding in his friendship with Hawthorne. Moby Dick was not a success when it first came out. Very few people understood it’s meaning, Hawthorne was one of them.

The two became estranged after Hawthorne couldn’t find Melville employment. Hawthorne felt ashamed that he couldn’t get his friend a government job. The two lost contact. Melville suffered a breakdown while writing Pierre; or, the Ambiguities. Moby Dick only sold 500 copies when it was first published in England. Melville was paid a little over $700 for the book. Pierre flopped. Melville earned nothing. He only wrote fiction for 10 years. He spent the rest of his life destitute. He died never knowing how much of an impact Moby Dick would have on American culture.

I would try to put into words just how important Moby Dick is to me, but D.H. Lawrence did it best when he wrote an essay on it in his book, Studies in Classic American Literature.

The fight with the whale is too wonderful and too awful, to be quoted apart from the book. It lasted three days. The fearful sight, on the third day, of the torn body of the Parsee harpooner, lost on the previous day, now seen lashed on to the flanks of the white whale by the tangle of harpoon lines, has a mystic dream-horror. The awful and infuriated whale turns upon the ship, symbol of this civilized world of ours. He smites her with a fearful shock. And a few minutes later, from the last of the fighting whale-boats comes the cry:

The ship! Great God, where is the ship?' Soon they, through dim bewildering mediums, saw her sidelong fading phantom, as in the gaseous Fata Morgana; only the uppermost masts out of the water; while fixed by infatuation, or fidelity, or fate, to their once lofty perches, the pagan harpooners still maintained their sinking look- outs on the sea. And now concentric circles seized the lone boat itself, and all its crew, and each floating oar, and every lance-pole, and spinning, animate and inanimate, all round and round in one vortex, carried the smallest chip of the Pequod out of sight -

The bird of heaven, the eagle, St John's bird, the Red Indian bird, the American, goes down with the ship, nailed by Tashtego's hammer, the hammer of the American Indian. The eagle of the spirit. Sunk!

Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed; and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.

So ends one of the strangest and most wonderful books in the world, closing up its mystery and its tortured symbolism. It is an epic of the sea such as no man has equalled; and it is a book of esoteric symbolism of profound significance, and of considerable tiresomeness.

But it is a great book, a very great book, the greatest book of the sea ever written. It moves awe in the soul.

The terrible fatality.

Fatality.

Doom.

Doom! Doom! Doom! Something seems to whisper it in the very dark trees of America. Doom!

Doom of what?

Doom of our white day. We are doomed, doomed. And the doom is in America. The doom of our white day.

Ah, well, if my day is doomed, and I am doomed with my day, it is something greater than I which dooms me, so I accept my doom as a sign of the greatness which is more than I am.

Melville knew. He knew his race was doomed. His white soul, doomed. His great white epoch doomed. Himself, doomed. The idealist, doomed: The spirit, doomed.

The reversion. 'Not so much bound to any haven ahead, as rushing from all havens astern.'

That great horror of ours! It is our civilization rushing from all havens astern.

The last ghastly hunt. The White Whale.

What then is Moby Dick? He is the deepest blood-being of the white race; he is our deepest blood-nature.

And he is hunted, hunted, hunted by the maniacal fanaticism of our white mental consciousness. We want to hunt him down. To subject him to our will. And in this maniacal conscious hunt of ourselves we get dark races and pale to help us, red, yellow, and black, east and west, Quaker and fireworshipper, we get them all to help us in this ghastly maniacal hunt which is our doom and our suicide.

The last phallic being of the white man. Hunted into the death of upper consciousness and the ideal will. Our blood- self subjected to our will. Our blood-consciousness sapped by a parasitic mental or ideal consciousness.

Hot blooded sea-born Moby Dick. Hunted maniacs of the idea.

Oh God, oh God, what next, when the Pequod has sunk?

She sank in the war, and we are all flotsam.

Now what next?

Who knows ? Quien sabe? Quien sabe, senor?

Neither Spanish nor Saxon America has any answer.

The Pequod went down. And the Pequod was the ship of the white American soul. She sank, taking with her negro and Indian and Polynesian, Asiatic and Quaker and good, business- like Yankees and Ishmael: she sank all the lot of them.

Boom! as Vachel Lindsay would say.

To use the words of Jesus, IT IS FINISHED.

Consummatum est! But Moby Dick was first published in 1851. If the Great White Whale sank the ship of the Great White Soul in 1851, what's been happening ever since?

Post-mortem effects, presumably.

Because, in the first centuries, Jesus was Cetus, the Whale. And the Christians were the little fishes. Jesus, the Redeemer, was Cetus, Leviathan. And all the Christians all his little fishes.
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Melville ended his days working as a customs inspector in New York City. His wife left him. His son shot himself. He died in 1891. They misspelled his name as “Henry Melville” in his obituary. Even in death, people didn't know his name.

Friendship can produce many great things, but it can also hold parts of our consciousness together that we might not be aware of. I often wonder if anybody beyond the small group of people who make up this community get how important the fellowship is that comes from this hobby of ours? Cigar bans sweep the nation and an embargo is still in effect because of a Cold War, which fizzled out over a decade ago, but still, we perceiver. Maybe it’s because we’re stubborn, or it might be because we believe that smoking cigars is an immense sensibility that represents a tradition, which modern society has labeled unclean and dangerous, that brings people together in a way not easily understood by outsiders. This hobby of ours allows us to have an insight into a world beneath the surface of life that most people trample around in without ever examining. Our community transcends race, politics, and religion in such a way that two men from two completely separate lives can sit down on the street and enjoy a cigar together in a strange city where onlookers, who have no idea what connects these men, might ask, “What do these men have in common?” And the men can set their cigars aside and respond in unison: “We are of the same tribe.”

The men are pals in the same way that two men became pals after they met one day during a storm back in 1850.
 
Oh yeah, forgot to say..thanks for the contest! There's a certain wino taking on a HUGE task who's more deserving of this prize pack. Forwarding info sent.
 
Pass arrived yesterday while I was at work... I'll sit down with it today and figure out what I will put White Owls in for

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.....and I'm on deck, ready to receive. Get that beast back on the road, Swissy...!!.... :thumbs:

Cheers - B.B.S.
 
Boy... you're in a hurry for the White Owls I'm putting for everything huh?

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Ok... here we go! Most what I wanted is gone (bastards!) but these will do nicely... ;)

TAKES:
71) Camacho Triple Maduro 4.5x50
102) '07 Hoyo Regalos EL
113) RA Exclusivo Asia Pacifico
131) Tatuaje Exclusivo Zona Del Este


PUTS:
132) Tat Cazadores
133) 2005 Monte EL
134) Por Larranga Exclusivo Alemania
135) Padron Serie 1926 #9 Maduro

136) Tat Noella Reserva
137) Pepin Blue Lancero
 
Jim: Since we talked about these I have been growing increasingly concerned. After your recent post on the frozen miserable rescue training I felt I needed to speak up. With all the time you have been spending frolicking with polar bears and moose, and swimming with whale and salmon poop, I am worried about the smell your cigars might impart on the rest of the pass. Since you didn't opt to put a grape white owl as we had talked about (which would have left a sweet and pleasant aroma in the pass) I think I have to veto your puts. You can go ahead and keep the takes though and send that big bastard (WITH the bubblewrap) down to Tom Thanks for playing bro!
 
insight said:
Jim: Since we talked about these I have been growing increasingly concerned. After your recent post on the frozen miserable rescue training I felt I needed to speak up. With all the time you have been spending frolicking with polar bears and moose, and swimming with whale and salmon poop, I am worried about the smell your cigars might impart on the rest of the pass. Since you didn't opt to put a grape white owl as we had talked about (which would have left a sweet and pleasant aroma in the pass) I think I have to veto your puts. You can go ahead and keep the takes though and send that big bastard (WITH the bubblewrap) down to Tom Thanks for playing bro!
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Dammit, I KNEW I shoulda tried for one of the Dunhill Seleccion's!!! :sign:
 
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