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I’m not even bitching about Fox News this time!

First, I have to sit through an (admittedly pretty good) episode of The O.C. where, now that they’ve finally written Ryan out of that sad little box he’s been punching for two years, Marissa’s been degraded to where she was at the top of season two… (with the added bonus of copious cornucopias of crystalline cocaine!)

– YESTERDAY – Weird emotional day yesterday. I have to admit, I’m continually moved and troubled by all the reports coming out of Delphi and GM these days… I do think the situation will resolve itself favorably within my own family.

Will I be $100 richer?

Now that things are heating up again, I’ve been gearing up for a big string of posts on Delphi and General Motors and the developments we’ll be seeing later this spring and summer. In fact, I haven’t had a chance to put a post together (the subject being quite complicated, and in this case, personal; I’ve already described how listless Flint felt on this last visit), but with all this craziness going on, I should at least start out with *something*.

Gemma has posted a diatribe on environmental issues here. I share virtually all of her concerns, and posted a lengthy comment that I’ve now decided to post here as well:

Over the last month I was doing indexing at work for a reference text on the oceans, and I read a lot about this subject.

– YESTERDAY – Full. Work. Then, a four-person panel on how to get published… it was useful and their anecdotes were especially useful and interesting. They constantly reiterated politeness and professionalism, however, which was a little frustrating, first because I can learn that from any book on getting published from Borders, and second because if people aren’t going to understand that after being told once or twice, the third, fourth, and fifth mentions aren’t going to be of much use.

It begins.

By “it” I mean, as Michael Rosenberg so eloquently puts it, this. I haven’t posted much on this, but for awhile this has been projected to be an important year for the Tigers. No, it isn’t that they’re hitting the halfway point to shedding their crotchety, expensive, outdated catcher.

I was three, soon to be four.

I have no distinct memories of this month.
It may, however, have been somewhere around this time (though probably a little later in the year) that my parents loaded me up in their bicycle baskets and rode me out around the neighborhood.

If I had to pick one single favorite months of the year, well, it’d be torture, but I’d probably pick April. Everything is leaping into life, theres a cold freshness in the air, but the pavement is warming up. The whole rest of spring and summer and autumn is right ahead, right there, and throbbing with promise!

– POPOZAO – It took long enough to set up, so yes, you’re going to have to look at it at least a day or two longer!
– THE WEEKEND – Meh. I’ve been feeling exceptionally groggy, getting eight or nine hours of sleep a night… it’s awful timing, since I’m reading a novel a week for Shelley’s class plus Gravity’s Rainbow plus working on my own reading list for my thesis projects.

Well, I was pretty pleased considering how last minute the thing was.
If you approve of the facelift and name change, I’m afraid Blue Skies Falling will revert to its old self within the next day or two. Still, I’m going to leave this thing up at least until Monday, to catch any stragglers.