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Don’t contemplate the following question, just hit me with a comment/answer, quick like, to the following.

What’s the first thing you know?

Pfeif, you’re disqualified.

Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 04/01 at 07:30 AM

  1. When you’re dead? 

    Forgive me if I’m not citing the correct obscure reference.

    Posted by Jon Henke  on  04/01  at  09:34 AM

  2. “When youre dead”

    Nope, but a short answer is on the track.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  09:44 AM

  3. lung.


    lung.

    (lung likes winning contests. lung is sad when she loses contests. a sad lung is a glowing, hard x-ray-emitting lung. please keep this in mind. is there a prize? donut?)

    Posted by lung  on  04/01  at  10:14 AM

  4. “lung.”

    Nope.  I will still reward a lung a donut.  It’ll be on the front porch.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  10:18 AM

  5. That you don’t know.

    Posted by bithead  on  04/01  at  11:16 AM

  6. “That you don’t know.”

    Nope.  It’s the first thing you know.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  11:45 AM

  7. Yourself

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  12:31 PM

  8. “Yourself.”

    Wrong, Wiz.  On the bright side, there are only 23 days until trout season opens.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  01:04 PM

  9. My first memory, believe it or don’t, is of the the idea of injustice—done unto me in the moment before, of course. It is conceiveable to me that some violent tearing, some act of willful self-separation, might be the defining instant of conceptual fluency. Not, “this is me” qua concept, but “all the rest of this is not me.”

    What do I win?

    Posted by Greg Swann  on  04/01  at  02:41 PM

  10. What do I win?

    Sorry, Greg, you don’t win.  You contemplated and weren’t supposed to.  Your answer is too complicated.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  02:59 PM

  11. I exist.

    Posted by BilLee Miller  on  04/01  at  04:27 PM

  12. “I exist.”

    Nope.  But it’s a great, quick response.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  05:33 PM

  13. Old Jed’s a Millionaire.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  07:09 PM

  14. Since I had time to “think” about it
    I am now disqualified, but hey, thats fine…How about love?

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  08:05 PM

  15. Damn it, Alan Anick, I should’ve disqualified you, too.  I owe you.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  08:22 PM

  16. Hunger

    Posted by triticale  on  04/01  at  09:37 PM

  17. Sorry, I couldn’t resist.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/01  at  11:12 PM

  18. Existence.

    Posted by Billy Beck  on  04/02  at  05:44 AM

  19. Thanks to everyone who dropped a note to the question “What’s the first thing you know?”  Alan Anick, who I should’ve disqualified also, posted the answer I was looking for, “Old Jed’s a millionaire,” from the Beverly Hillbillies song.

    The story behind the question entails many bottles of red wine, a late night into early A.M. philosophical discussion, and passionate voices which needed to be brought back to sanity.  I thought it was funny.

    Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)  on  04/02  at  06:59 AM

  20. Hm…I thought you were going for an obscure reference to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.  They asked a similar question. 

    The Beverly Hillbillies I never would have guessed.

    Posted by Jon Henke  on  04/02  at  07:51 AM

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