Thursday, February 08, 2007
bliss
Was able to finish all the articles out of an issue of the New Yorker (less the fiction, I'm bad that way) last night. That was the first time in years.
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Tomatoes, New Zealand music, chasing wee Babbo with syringes full of insulin, real and virtual communities, potlucks, espresso and beer, goofy hips, and our next holiday.
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