A Beard Neglected

All done

2008-03-16T19:35:00.000-07:00

I realized pretty quickly that I'm not terribly interesting -- at least not the parts of me that I'm willing to publish. So, I haven't updated the blog in a while. If you're family or friend, visit hillfamily.net for the latest photos, etc.

Not as bad off as I am

2005-10-14T19:15:00.000-07:00

Seattle - I bought an amandine at Le Panier in Pike Place Market and wandered over to Victor Steinbrueck Park to watch the ships in Elliott Bay. There was a relatively young homeless guy speaking loudly through a window to some diners who I'm sure couldn't hear him. "I've got 100 things to think about!" he was explaining as I came within earshot. He turned to me and started telling me about his love life (which apparently involves "every girl in Seattle") as I smiled my please-leave-me-alone smile and kept walking. "Hey!" he spat out. "Why are you so prematurely bald?"

Now, that shouldn't bother me, should it? I mean, the guy was stoned out of his mind, talking to a window. Everything he possessed was in a backpack leaning against a parkbench that will likely be his bed tonight. And yet, he looked at me and thought, "At least I've got my hair."

important tip

2005-09-27T23:00:00.000-07:00

How to survive a freestyle rap battle

Tips

* If someone beats you in a battle and it gets to you, and you practice more until you think you're really ready, you should challenge them again, and if you win, you will earn a lot of respect back. It's a great feeling. And chicks will dig your system and flair.

Tattoos

2005-07-12T19:15:00.000-07:00

Shoebox Greetings used to (early 90s) have a section of their website called "Funny but no" with rejected greeting cards. My favorite was:
Front - Congratulations on your new tattoo.
Inside - May you get the attention you so desperately crave.

Places to see in Paris

2005-06-19T15:20:00.000-07:00

Place de la Concorde -- This is where Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI were beheaded. Now it's a large square filled with fountains and an Egyptian obelisk. From here you can see the Eiffel Tower, Hôtel des Invalides, the Champs-Élysées, The Arc de Triomphe, and La Madeleine. More on those later. We visited this place several times to see the sites in various shades of night and day.

Le Marais & Châtelet-Les Halles -- This is one of my favorite parts of Paris. Eat falafels in the Jewish Quarter, watch street performers by Centre Georges Pompidou. Lots of pastries in this area (along with most other areas): pains au chocolat, réligieuses, baguettes, and crêpes.

Hôtel des Invalides -- home of Napoleon's tomb and a military museum.

Rodin Museum -- Balzac, The Thinker and a bunch of other naked statues.

Musée d'Orsay -- Everything from Impressionism on: van Gogh, Monet, Degas, Toulouse-Lautrec, Manet, Renoir, Rodin, Whistler, etc. My favorite is Cain by a lesser-known artist.

The Louvre -- Everything from Impressionism back: da Vinci's Mona Lisa, Michelangelo's Slave, Venus de Milo, Egyptian artifacts, etc.

Arc de Triomphe -- climbed 400 stairs to the top for a great view of the city.

Eiffel Tower -- took a Bâteau Mouche (boat on the Seine River) tour from here, spent some time in the park, bought overpriced bottled water, took lots of pictures, didn't go to the top.

Champs-Élysées -- the big road that connects Place de la Concorde to the Arc de Triomphe. We walked down this a couple of times to do some people-watching and to visit the Virgin Megastore.

Victor Hugo's home -- pretty boring tour, but cool to have been there.

Basilique du Sacre Coeur -- large white church on the top of a hill.

Montmartre -- near Sacre Coeur are a bunch of Bohemian sites: Picasso's studio, van Gogh's apartment, hangouts of famous poets and authors, Place du Tertre where all the aspiring artists (con and otherwise) congregate. Down the hill is the Pigalle area, home to the Moulin Rouge and tons of good music shops.

Versailles -- Palace of the Sun King, Louis XIV, crowned and married at the age of four. We went on the tour of the gardens on a Sunday afternoon, the only time they run the immense (and expensive to operate) system of fountains, accompanied by Baroque music. We also toured the Palace. The Versailles Treaty was signed in the Hall of Mirrors, ending the First World War.

Sainte-Chapelle -- Wendy's second favorite. Incredible stained glass windows that tell the history of the world from Genesis to the Second Coming with the life of Christ in the center. Moses is depicted with horns because of a mistranslation of the Bible in medieval times.

Cathédrale de Notre Dame -- took 200 years to build. Tried to go to the top, but the line was too long. After the gargoyles up top, my favorite feature is the depiction over the center door of the Final Judgment with Christ in the center, devils taking people off to His left, and angels taking others off to His right.

Catacombs -- bunches of bones unearthed from Parisian cemeteries and arranged by monks in underground tunnels. Ours was the quickest tour on record, with Wendy pulling me through the tunnel maze as quickly as she could run.

Pere Lachaise Cemetery -- This was right by our hotel. Its claim to fame is (much to the dismay of the French) the grave of Jim Morrison (of The Doors), which can easily be found by following the graffiti. Among the others buried here are Frederic Chopin and Oscar Wilde.

Crossing flights

2005-06-07T17:05:00.000-07:00

During our flight back from Barcelona, the pilot came on the intercom to say there was another Delta flight visible off the right side of the plane. I grabbed my camera and headed to a window but couldn't get a clear shot. Another man with a window seat got a great shot of the Boeing 767 heading from Rome to Atlanta and then contacted the pilot of that flight for the return shot he took of our plane. I don't usually get all geeked out about plane stuff, but this was pretty cool. At about 35,000 feet in elevation, the planes were separated by about 1,000 feet vertically and 1 mile horizontally.

Lying about musical prowess to impress girls

2005-06-04T09:22:00.000-07:00

When I was only a lad, I had a summer job at Jacob Lake Inn near the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. I walked into the break room one day to hear the final notes of Peter, Paul and Mary's A' Soalin' played awkwardly on the guitar by a fellow employee. The girl that was watching admiringly asked him about the song he said something like, "Oh, it's just something me and a friend wrote a while back." That I did not call him out at that time is one of my great regrets.

A couple of years earlier, while I was a missionary in France, a fellow missionary played a great tune on the guitar and told me he wrote it for his girlfriend. It wasn't until years later that I discovered the song was actually Language of the Heart by David Wilcox. I actually saw the guy again at an Indigo Girls concert (opening act: David Wilcox) the night before I got married. I thought about mentioning it to him, but I'm not as petty in real life as I am in my mind.

I have to admit I once told a girl that I recorded the opening sequence of Queen's Invisible Man on my home stereo, so I don't have much room to talk here. (It probably would have worked out between us if I hadn't picked such a lame song.) What is it that makes guys think they can get away with this?

I blame it on Lyle Lovett. Because, hey, if it worked for him. . .

Barcelona Photo Gallery

2005-06-01T14:51:00.000-07:00

If you have nothing better to do, check out photos of the trip to Barcelona.

Barcelona Day 6

2005-05-11T22:14:00.000-07:00

Woke up early (7am) and made one last trip to La Sagrada Familia for a Napolitana (pastry) for breakfast. Went back to Las Ramblas to buy some souvenirs for the kids – Wendy did some good negotiating with some Indian guys to get a magnet she wanted: 1 ½ euros and $1 USD. One last tour of La Boqueria for some fruit salad and we were back at the hotel to grab our stuff and head to the airport. Found some more good music at an airport shop: Jorge Drexler and Amaral.

It’s 10:14pm in the States. Fairly uneventful return. Met a nice guy on the plane. He got a photo of another plane passing beneath us and is sending me a copy. Watched The Chorus (a French film – Les Choristes) and part of Groundhog Day during the 10-hour flight.

Barcelona Day 5

2005-05-10T23:35:00.000-07:00

Not as good a night’s sleep tonight. We share a shower and toilet (and bidet) at this place so I had a cold shower after Wendy this morning. Then we went to the Picasso museum. It’s mostly art from his “formative years”, which means “not cubism”. Pretty interesting stuff, though. Visited the Maria del Mar church and had lunch at Los Quinze Nits in Placa Reial – Pan Catalan, salad, tortilla de patata, chicken with cheese sauce, and tiramisu for dessert. (Wendy had pineapple and crème de Catalunya, which is basically crème brulee.

Next we visited Barceloneta, which is a fake beach set up for the ’92 Olympics. The Olympic Village is nearby, but we got the most enjoyment from a quick nap in the park. Some French tourists passed us lying on the grass and said, “The beach must be full.”

Then it was Casa Mila, the last of Gaudi’s creations before dedicating the remainder of his life to La Sagrada Familia. We had some good gelats (Italian ice cream) in the area.

This evening we went to 2 Bach cantatas and a piece by C.P.E. Bach in the Cathedral of Barcelona. I also bought a CD by Lluis Llach and we listened to music and bought a ton of treats to take home from Corte Ingles, including 3 boxes of Cruesli chocolate cereal. We went to the internet café one last time – flight looks good for tomorrow – and walked down Las Ramblas, negotiating with gift shop owners and watching a woman create alien landscape pictures with spray paint. Wendy argued with some Indian gift shop owners who made fun of her for accidentally saying veinto instead of veinte (for 20). We came up with a bunch of comebacks after we left the store.

Day 6

Barcelona Day 4

2005-05-09T23:44:00.000-07:00

Slept in even later this morning. I think we left the hotel around 10:30. Took an 11:30 train to Montserrat and then a cable car to the top of the mountain. We spoke with a couple from London on the way there and then a woman from Chicago. It’s a 1,000-year-old monastery built into the mountain. We listened to a boys choir sing a couple of songs in the basilica. The place was packed with tourists. Took lots of pictures up there. We went on a short hike down trails with ceramic plaques with images of Mary decorating every few yards. Rushed past the statue of the Black Virgin in the basilica to catch the 2:30 train back to Barcelona – trains only go once an hour so we pushed our way through a bunch of German kids to make sure we’d get to the cable car on time.

Did some more wandering this afternoon. Had some thick hot chocolate and a boccadillo (ham sandwich) from Pans & Company on the Block of Discord. I tried a different boccadillo last night and didn’t like it – it was like eating uncooked bacon on cold stale bread. Found the music district down Callera de Tallers and checked out some CD and guitar shops. Asked a guy about a song we heard at Park Guëll. I sang the French version of the chorus to him – "et à nous la liberté" – and he recognized it as l’Estaca by Lluis Llach.

Took the "Short, Sweet Walk" described in Rick Steves’ book and had some horchata (orxata in Catalan) – an almond milk that’s pretty tasty.

Spent about two hours in an internet café because we were dead tired. Tried to see Palau Musica but it wasn’t lit up tonight. 1 ½ days left! We’re visiting the Picasso museum tomorrow.

Saw a Dixieland jazz quartet in front of FNAC. They were excellent – piano, banjo, clarinet, trumpet.

Day 5

Barcelona Day 3

2005-05-08T23:54:00.000-07:00

Slept like a rock. Alarm got us up at 8:45. Got to church about halfway through Sunday School (Sacrament Meeting was last). Wendy saw her old bishop and his wife – several others looked familiar. Met a missionary from Georgia. Visited La Sagrada Familia again. Spent a good chunk of the day at Ciutadella Park where they were having a festival of sorts for kids. Took a nap near a magician’s show and watched some people kick a soccer ball around. Rented rowboats for the little lake and saw some baby ducklings. Ate at our first (and probably only) “fancy” restaurant and weren’t that impressed. The smell of the gravy on my chicken reminded me of a stuffy nose. Dessert was good, though: Turron ice cream topped with crema Catalunya (crème brûlée as far as I could tell) and chocolate sauce. Tried to catch a Sardana dance but the guy said they wouldn’t start there until May 15. Tried to see a bull fight but we were late and they weren't selling tickets anymore. (Someone could make some big bucks scalping tickets for latecoming tourists because there were a ton of empty seats.) Stopped by Els Quatre Gats, an old Picasso hangout.

Went to Plaça d’Espanya for a water fountain light and music show. Called Kevin and our moms with the 2 calling cards we now have. (Thought one said we only had 7 minutes left for 12 euros, but it's still working.) The fountain show was very impressive – it’s a long walk around the auto show. Came back and had a ham sandwich (not good – tasted like raw bacon on stale bread) from Boccata and a hot chocolate (not good – had to have them add some Nesquick to it) from Dunkin Donuts. Wendy had her third falafel in as many days. For breakfast we had churros, Napolitano (chocolate pastry) and a tasty thick hot chocolate and ice cream called Hot Magnum.

Tomorrow we’re going to Montserrat, a monastery on a hill.

Also attended part of a mass in the cathedral under Sagrada Familia. Gaudi’s tomb is there, too.

Day 4

Barcelona Day 2

2005-05-07T23:52:00.000-07:00

Woke up at 9am after a pretty sound sleep.

Visited La Sagrada Familia, an unfinished cathedral Gaudi dedicated his last years to. It’s pretty amazing – too many tourists, though. Tried to get into el Templo for free but it’s 8 euros. Some Spaniards were playing petanca in the park. Walked up to Wendy’s old missionary apartment, past a cool hospital. Saw the elders walking out of the LDS chapel and spoke with them for a while.

Visited Park Guëll, another Gaudi creation, intended as a housing complex for the wealthy (but ending up as a park when it didn’t work out). Saw some excellent musicians: a guitar/bass/drums trio and a choir from Avignon doing some singing during a tourist trip. We saw some of them later in the metro, still singing. We took a tour of the Gaudi Museum, one of the only things we’ve actually paid to see. (Wendy says we’ve lived on $12/day so far.)

Visited Montjuïc and took lots of pictures. The castle has an excellent view of the Barcelona skyline and the Mediterranean Sea. Walked through the park, including a portion with lots of musical art you could step on, push, or pull to play notes. Passed by the Olympic Stadium. Then on to the Palau Nacional, which is currently the site of a big car show that made it difficult to get back to the metro. They were charging 12 euros to see SUVs, which is apparently a novelty over here.

Walked down Las Ramblas again – Wendy had another falafel. They have my favorite cereal here – Cruesli au chocolat – I’ll be taking a few boxes home. Found a cool music store where a guy was playing When I’m Sixty-Four on the piano. Sent and read some e-mail and transferred digital photos to CD-ROM so I can start over on the memory cards. Went to a concert by a German youth choir in the cathedral nearby. Walked down Passeig de Gracia, where there are some fascinating apartments designed by Gaudi (and others) on what’s called the Block of Discord.

We had some tapas today for lunch. And freshly squeezed orange juice from a cool little Zumo machine.

Day 3

Barcelona Day 1

2005-05-06T23:05:00.000-07:00

Flew to Barcelona nonstop from Atlanta – 8 hours, 55 minutes. I actually got some sleep.

Got to Barcelona at 11am and tried to stay awake all day for a quick adjustment to the new time zone. Took the train from the airport to Plaça de Catalunya, used the bathroom twice at Corte Ingles, and bought some cheese, a baguette, and a drinkable yogurt for lunch, which we ate outside on the grass, right near the sign that said not to sit on the grass (although everyone else was – same way they were smoking all over in front of the no-smoking signs).

Checked into our hotel – Pension Vittoria – which is pretty dumpy but cheap ($47/night). The door locks but doesn’t really shut all the way so we have a towel covering most of the gap. And we share a shower and toilet and bidet with the rest of the guests. At first, we panicked and tried to find another hotel, but the cheap ones were all full so we convinced ourselves it would be culturally beneficial to stay here. It overlooks a medium-busy street, but the white noise maker we brought seems to be doing the trick.

We wandered down Las Ramblas and saw pet vendors, human statues, street performers, and shady characters. There are a lot of French tourists here. We visited a marketplace (La Boqueria) and watched a very talented group of street musicians. I bought a CD for 10 euros after they sang No Woman, No Cry. A pigeon pooped on my arm. Wendy bought some sliced pineapple for lunch.

We continued down Las Ramblas to the water and a giant statue of Christopher Columbus. We fell asleep on the grass for a few minutes and checked out the aquarium (where there were more French tourists).

Stopped by FNAC (a French department store) and watched the end of a Morrissey concert DVD. There were schools of fish in the waterfront at the bottom of Las Ramblas. And massive amounts of pigeons in Plaça de Catalunya.

For the rest of the day we visited cathedrals (where we heard two mass ceremonies in Catalan) and little shops. Wendy had a falafel for dinner and I ate a Hidalgo sandwich at Pans & Company.

We stumbled on to a concert in the cathedral near our hotel and heard the end of Vivaldi's Gloria and an encore of the Hallelujah Chorus from Handel's Messiah.

Day 2

lip sync

2005-04-27T12:50:00.000-07:00

This thing is funny -- I think because I can imagine myself doing the same thing in the privacy of my home. Actually, I was caught once singing The Beatles' Michelle at the top of my lungs with my headphones on when I thought I was all alone emptying garbage cans at my dad's office.

Barcelona

2005-04-22T06:05:00.000-07:00

My wife and I are getting ready for a trip to Barcelona in May. I tried to fax the hotel this morning and was told something that sounded like "No, es kaput", so we'll have to figure out something else there. We've been reading Rick Steves' Spain book, which is great. Check out his account of traveling Europe through the gutter 31 years ago.

Napoleon Dynamite bill

2005-04-13T18:19:00.000-07:00

Having grown up in Idaho, I take a certain amount of embarrassed pride in this bill to recognize the role of the creators of Napoleon Dynamite in "increas[ing] the nation's awareness of Idaho". It was proposed and passed at the end of the 2005 legislative session.

Wendy's

2005-04-07T20:15:00.000-07:00

I don't have the energy for a scientific study on this, nor do I go there often enough for a sufficient number of observances, but I'm almost positive that you get significantly fewer fries if you go through the drive-through versus dining in.

Man's Search for Meaning

2005-04-02T10:49:00.000-08:00

I recently finished listening to the audiobook of Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl. It's an interesting contrast to Elie Wiesel's Night. I didn't completely follow all the existentialism, but it's a great read (listen). The first half of the book recounts Frankl's time in Nazi prison camps with several insights into the psychology of prisoners. Particularly striking to me was a story of a man who had a dream indicating he would be freed on a certain date. As the day approached and freedom didn't, the man fell sick and died, too hopeless to carry on (and fulfilling the dream in a sense).

The second half is about Logotherapy, Frankl's branch of psychotherapy, and the importance of finding meaning in your life. Good quote: "Live as if you were living for the second time and acted as wrongly the first time as you are about to act now."

A couple of interesting concepts of Logotherapy:
1) Anticipatory anxiety -- the fear of something tends to bring it about. Reminded me of my insomniac days as a kid where the more I wanted to sleep and worried about not sleeping, the less I was able to sleep. Only when I quit worrying it about it (or got too exhausted to worry about it) could I zonk out.
2) Paradoxical intention -- basically, the more you want something to happen, the less likely it is to happen. Conversely, if you don't want something to happen (like nervous sweating) you should convince yourself you really, really want it to happen and that will make it less likely to occur.

On Balding

2005-03-09T13:30:00.000-08:00

I think it was Lewis Grizzard who wrote an article lamenting that rednecks are the last minority left unprotected by the politically correct movement. It's still okay to make fun of them without getting anyone too riled up.

I've been thinking lately, as I lose more of my hair, that baldness is another area where we as a society are comfortable saying things we'd never say about some other "defect" in physical appearance. You'd never say, "Oooh, that mole looks a lot bigger than it did last Christmas," but we don't bat an eye about telling Uncle Jim his hair's rapidly leaving the premises. And it's not like the comment catches Uncle Jim unaware. "Really? My hair's falling out? Boy, am I glad you said something! I certainly don't spend the first and last five minutes of each waking day assessing the relative sparsity of my coiffure."

At a wedding reception a couple of years ago, an old family friend approached me and said, "You've lost a lot of hair since I saw you last." I wanted to reply with, "You're a lot uglier than I remember you," but that's exactly my point -- it's socially acceptable to embarrass me about my hair but my hands are tied when it comes to pointing out that you're not aging so well yourself.

I'm off to listen to Top Of My Head by David Wilcox.

Google Maps

2005-03-04T06:37:00.000-08:00

Check out the beta of Google Maps. I particularly like that you can click and drag the whole map so you can follow a road without having to relocate it at each refresh. Excellent for figuring out where that railroad track next to my house ends up. Surprisingly, the search intelligence doesn't seem to be that great yet -- if you type in a street without a number it can't find the street.

Update April 5, 2005 - they recently added satellite images, too.

About St. Denis

2005-02-21T17:51:00.000-08:00

I remember being intrigued several years ago by a headless statue (holding his head -- third from the left in the image above) on the façade of Notre Dame cathedral. Someone told me it represented Saint Denis (which is a lot of fun to say in French: san-duh-nee).

I finally read about him today in Seven Ages of Paris by Alistair Horne (excellent so far, by the way). At 90 years old (this was the 3rd century A.D.) he was arrested for denying the divinity of the emperor. He was decapitated but then picked up his head, washed it off, and continued walking for six thousand paces. The place of his execution became the "Mons Martyrum" -- or Montmartre -- now home to some great music shops, street artists, Sacré Coeur basilica, Moulin Rouge, and some other shops that probably wouldn't make a saint very proud.

The spot where he finally died (after the six thousand paces) became a holy spot and eventually home to the cathedral of Saint-Denis. Several French kings were buried there, beginning with King Dagobert (about whom I definitely need to learn something so I can start dropping his name).

Man and Superman

2005-02-18T13:53:00.000-08:00

I recently discovered Bernard Shaw, having somehow missed out during high school and college. He's pretty amazing - very witty guy. Man and Superman is my new favorite. There's a long scene in the middle where a character has a dream about a woman finding herself in Hell. She doesn't think she belongs there, but Don Juan meets her to reassure her she's in the right place. She goes from claiming innocence to raging about how much worse she could have been had she known she wouldn't make it to Heaven anyhow. Then the devil shows up and a statue and they have a great debate about Heaven and Hell with excellent insights into human nature. The best part is a statement from Don Juan about the devil's earthly minions where he lists a series of virtues and their worldly counterparts. I'm guilty of several of them.

"Your friends are all the dullest dogs I know. They are not beautiful: they are only decorated. They are not clean: they are only shaved and starched. They are not dignified: they are only fashionably dressed. They are not educated: they are only college passmen. They are not religious: they are only pewrenters. They are not moral: they are only conventional. They are not virtuous: they are only cowardly. They are not even vicious: they are only “frail.” They are not artistic: they are only lascivious. They are not prosperous: they are only rich. They are not loyal, they are only servile; not dutiful, only sheepish; not public spirited, only patriotic; not courageous, only quarrelsome; not determined, only obstinate; not masterful, only domineering; not self-controlled, only obtuse; not self-respecting, only vain; not kind, only sentimental; not social, only gregarious; not considerate, only polite; not intelligent, only opinionated; not progressive, only factious; not imaginative, only superstitious; not just, only vindictive; not generous, only propitiatory; not disciplined, only cowed; and not truthful at all: liars every one of them, to the very backbone of their souls."

They are not. . . They are only. . .
beautiful decorated
clean shaved and starched
dignified fashionably dressed
educated college passmen
religious pewrenters
moral conventional
virtuous cowardly
vicious "frail"
artistic lascivious
prosperous rich
loyal servile
dutiful sheepish
public spirited patriotic
courageous quarrelsome
determined obstinate
masterful domineering
self-controlled obtuse
self-respecting vain
kind sentimental
social gregarious
considerate polite
intelligent opinionated
progressive factious
imaginative superstitious
just vindictive
generous propitiary
disciplined cowed
truthful liars

iPod returns

2005-02-16T05:22:00.000-08:00

My iPod's battery capacity suddenly plummeted a few weeks ago -- it was lasting about 4 hours from a full charge instead of the advertized 12. I decided to send it back to Apple for a replacement since I've only had it for about 6 months. Unfortunately, I was 3 days past the 180 days they give you for free shipping, so they stuck me for $32. It's a pretty cool process -- you put in the request online and get an empty box via DHL a day later. It's all pre-padded with a space just big enough for the iPod. It even comes with several strips of tape to seal it back up. And it's prepaid, so you just drop it off at DHL or call them to arrange pick-up.

4 days later, I had a "new" iPod (the fine print emphasizes that you won't get your same iPod back and the replacement will be new or refurbished). The replacement was almost completely dead -- when I turned it on it would grind, click, grind, click, grind click, and then display a file and exclamation point icon before shutting itself off. It took me about 50 minutes on the phone with Customer Service to convince them that was a bad thing. I started the process over again - shipped it Monday and got another replacement that Saturday.

It seems to be working beautifully now (although I'm not totally convinced I'm back up to 12 hours). It was a painful couple of weeks without any Bob Dylan, though.

Intro

2005-02-14T19:27:00.000-08:00

Will it be another single-entry blog, quickly abandoned? Or will it in some small way be acknowledged as the greatest work of genius ever created by Man? (Rip-off of an old Deep Thought.)

They are not. . .	They are only. . .
beautiful	decorated
clean	shaved and starched
dignified	fashionably dressed
educated	college passmen
religious	pewrenters
moral	conventional
virtuous	cowardly
vicious	"frail"
artistic	lascivious
prosperous	rich
loyal	servile
dutiful	sheepish
public spirited	patriotic
courageous	quarrelsome
determined	obstinate
masterful	domineering
self-controlled	obtuse
self-respecting	vain
kind	sentimental
social	gregarious
considerate	polite
intelligent	opinionated
progressive	factious
imaginative	superstitious
just	vindictive
generous	propitiary
disciplined	cowed
truthful	liars