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It was the finest summer on record. The rowboats made love to the sweet waters of the Lac d'Orange, malnourished orphans made merry by its sandy shores, and the swimming enthusiasts not yet stricken with diphtheria frolicked gaily at high tide. Yet for me, the summer sun shone bittersweetly. Soon, I knew, the cold hand of the harsh mistress Autumn ( Read more... )

Here are some things you might not have known about me ( Read more... )

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...and the conversation went like this ( Read more... )

On the count of three, everyone must shout out their ten favorite names for a cat (male or female)...

Eine...
Zwei...
Drei!

1. Fortinbras
2. Champion
3. Morley
4. Jules
5. Catherine Zeta-Jones
6. Paul
7. Krang!
8. Reg King
9. Tyrannosaurus Rex
10. Kyle

Ahh, that's a good-looking roster if I do say so myself...

I sketched out this little poem in the shower this morning. I thought it was fairly reminiscent of early Keats but little Heather assures me that it reads much more like Blake's religious verse. I'm nae certain, p'rhaps you folks can give me your thoughts...

Twelve Line PoemI asked you what you wanted to eat ( Read more... )

Let me get this straight...the Cirque de Soleil is French?

Does it rain like this every Saturday morning? The last Saturday morning I think I saw first-hand was back in the eighth grade, and I'm pretty sure it was because I was tricked into believing it was Christmas morning...or I got my days mixed all about and I was under the impression that my alto saxophone skill was required for early-morning band ( Read more... )

Let me tell you about a dinner party I threw ( Read more... )