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Monthly Archives: September 2007
Ob-La-Di…
My bank account situation is all straightened out. That’s a relief. I recently learned that I’ll be going to Quebec next weekend for work. There’s a sense of sadness involved that diminishes the excitement, as I’m going because a coworker … Continue reading
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Sixty Years after WW-II
From a chain e-mail: Please read the little cartoon carefully, it’s powerful. Then read the comments at the end, and please – forward it! We cannot, we must not, ever forget what happened in Europe over 60 years ago, because … Continue reading
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The Redesign, part 2
Considering that two of my friends (Dana and Colin) already used the black-background color scheme, and that my fiancée preferred a lighter scheme, I once again adjusted the appearance of this blog. Of course, if you subscribe to my posts … Continue reading
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This Is Nothing…
(I do stuff like this on my motorcycle all the time!)
“…I Don’t Recall…”
or, even better: (from Times.com “Quotes of the Day” via Esti)
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I Was Robbed!
I stopped off at an ATM this evening to get some money, and noticed that the balance displayed at the end of the transaction seemed low. When I made it home, I decided to sign on to the bank website … Continue reading
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Shaking
Every time a big truck drives byor a car door in the distance slams too loudI wonder if it’s the sound of one coming. I’ve been out here a year andthe first took the longest to hit. Not long after, … Continue reading
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Winter Rain on a Sunday in a Small Midwest City
I rested on a lofted bedin the single-occupancy dorm roomof my first lover.I did not love her; it was just that shehad made it easy for me. Others before her tried, but this one reminded meof the first girl I … Continue reading
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Want
We had all we needed, but still found ways to want. We played football and smoked Marlboros and formed the first gang our tiny all-white town had ever seen. We stole warm cases of stale Old Milwaukee from the bowling … Continue reading
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