July

30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#13/30) : January is January

Thanks to Ms. Sharrow for the story suggestion. What should I write about next?

January is January. Unless you live in Rio. If you live in Rio, then January is July. It is so July that the residents respond to the weather as if it actually was July.… Read the rest

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Diary: A Little July

So this blog isn’t really near the blow-by-blow archive of my thoughts and opinions that it once was, and while I hope to make strides toward improvement, I don’t think things are going to change here quickly. The prevailing theme these days seems to be transience… the scarcity of time, the brevity of passing moment, and there are hints of change in the air, so you better finish up what you’re doing before it all gets flipped on its head.

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Diary: In July, 1996.

One of those times I tend to look at historically (as I’ve also been reading about the Roman Republic and Empire this month):

I was absorbing the changes and developments of the last year, and gearing up for the powerful effects of the year to come.

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Diary: In July, 2001.

This was the kickoff to the gloomiest, grumbliest year of my adult life, but the summer itself wasn’t bad so much as fraught.

Throughout July I was working at the Chicago Park District’s Theatre on the Lake at Fullerton and the lakeshore.

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30 <250-Word Stories in 30 Days (#13/30) : January is January

Diary: A Little July

Diary: In July, 1996.

One of those times I tend to look at historically (as I’ve also been reading about the Roman Republic and Empire this month): I was absorbing the changes and developments of the last year, and gearing up for the powerful effects of the year to come.

Diary: In July, 2001.

This was the kickoff to the gloomiest, grumbliest year of my adult life, but the summer itself wasn’t bad so much as fraught. Throughout July I was working at the Chicago Park District’s Theatre on the Lake at Fullerton and the lakeshore.

One of those times I tend to look at historically (as I’ve also been reading about the Roman Republic and Empire this month):

I was absorbing the changes and developments of the last year, and gearing up for the powerful effects of the year to come.

This was the kickoff to the gloomiest, grumbliest year of my adult life, but the summer itself wasn’t bad so much as fraught.

Throughout July I was working at the Chicago Park District’s Theatre on the Lake at Fullerton and the lakeshore.