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January: I am still in America, on a laptop in a lodge near Lake Tahoe, or Tahow, or Tarwhoe for all I know.
February: Last Saturday, I went to Chris' room, and him and Olaf were good, they gave me hugs and Chris made me lemon tea, and I ate mayonnaise out of a jar with a spoon
March: Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes
April: I am back from Wales. Which is possibly incomplete without the news - I went to Wales!
May: I'm now the offical Chair of the University of Cambridge Concert Band!
June: Nerd time
July: Lots of stuff has happened, and I don't really know how much I can be bothered to type about
August: I can't live in a world that you have left behind
September: I can't take any more annoying idiotic fundies!
October: I was Jack Frost:
November: An incomparable collection of genuine pieces, too, the Castle of Citizen Cane achieves a psychedelic effect and a kitsch result not because the Past is not distinguishable from the Present (because after all this was how the great lords of the past amassed rare objects, and the same continuum of styles can be found in many Romanesque churches where the nave is now baroque and perhaps the campanile is eighteenth centaury), because what offends is the voracity of the selection, and what distresses is the fear of being caught up by this jungle of venerable beauties, which unquestionably has its own wild flower, its own pathetic sadness, barbarian grandeur, and sensual perversity redolent of contamination, blasphemy, the Black Mess.
December: CiderCiderBeerBeerAbsanthWineVodkaVodkaVodkaVodkaVodkaVodkaVodkaVodkaVodkaVodkaVodkaAbsanth
You just take the first sentace of each month from your LJ