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Writing weblog entries wielding gimmicks displays hard-core patience—massive amounts thereof—proving April’s crazy, truly wacky, insane. Any person reading tonight surely believes above statement without question. Explain away? Trying vainly, subtley. Asking’s always helpful. Although, readers checking archives shouldn’t ever worry about asking, shouldn’t ever wonder about writing. Reason? Nothing modern, nothing shiny, nothing mankind hasn’t witnessed exists under mother Gaia’s famous solar body; Sungod’s sunny visage witnessed entire shebang. Capiche? Except… older entry, fewer rhythms; newer entry, tougher moments. Daring…

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The heart of a woman falls back with the night, And enters some alien cage in its plight, And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars, While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars. – Georgia Douglas Johnson (1886-1966) It’s all a-flutter, yes it is; I guess you could even say it’s topsy turvy. Speaking of which, if (unlike dear Minnie) you haven’t noticed it yet, I’ve added a topsy turvy graphical archives section to the site….

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Just because I’m hitting lemons doesn’t mean they’ve stopped hitting me… but here’s the big news: I will spend the weekend repeating history, and I absolutely refuse to let it get me down because (1) for the past three months I’ve lived like I was Anne Frank herself and (2) it’s become really uncomfortable walking on eggshells around the keeper of the nine circles. I’m light on my feet and very quiet, so quiet I’ve startled people when they suddenly…

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My goal for twenty-oh-three was: “Procrastinate no more.” But I think I’ll put that off until twenty-oh-four. – – – – – In other news: If you chant the secret message three times and click your heels, à la Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, you’ll be taken where you want to go, I’m sure. Be sure to peek at the man behind the curtain and wrest the magic word from him. And later, you can sweet talk me into…

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You, who read my log, I know you watch which days get marked as the month flies by. You like that, don’t you? The notes I send you? I’m glad. Keep your eye on it, and I’ll keep it up. You can bet your last buck I’ll have more to say as each month wanes. Right now I have just one thing to say, and you know I have to tell you that one thing in my own small way….

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