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Nimbus 28, 28.

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– TODAY – I was going to go out in search of Mario (a fellow Brooklynite), and lo! It is raining. Well, shit. I might go anyway, inasmuch as it’s going to top out at thirty-three degrees tomorrow, and at least right now I can count on a little warmth.

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In Spring, 1982.

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Oddly enough, I excluded 1982 from my list of particular intense years. It was. In away this is like identifying the activity of certain mesolithic “civilizations” as being intense… it’s the amount of relative activity that makes the statement. I remember more from the age of four than three or five by leaps and bounds, and six barely competes.

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Nimbus 27, 28.

DIARY

– My computer is too damn slow…
– YESTERDAY – Work was uneventful, but I was very relieved to finish my current project. I’ve been tracking down public-domain images from Library of Congress and other sources for science entries, but we could only use images we were 100% sure were PD, which is a lot harder than you might think.

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Nimbus 26, 28.

DIARY

– YESTERDAY – Quintessential New York City-working-part-time-MFA-student day. After work I stopped at a Walgreens for some shopping and headed home. Jess and I watched Gilmore Girls (this episode, Luke was the one acting flakey) and then I spent the remainder of the night finishing Pale Fire.

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In August, 1999.

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The summer of 1999 remains one of the most intense times in my life. It ranks alongside spring 1992, 1996, 2000, and 2004-2005 in this regard. It’s almost frightening how incedentally shaped apertures are so consistantly cyclical. Anyway…

There’s not enough space or time here for all of the adventures of August, 1999, but I’ll tell one that occurred near the beginning.

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Nimbus 25, 28.

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– YESTERDAY – Mondays are such a blue of business and activity that it seems to transcend being a “good” or “bad” day. I’m always left with food for thought, and I’m always a little too tired to consume it.

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