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– Later, friends, later.

LINK OF THE WEEK
WHY COWGIRLS LOVE BROCCOLI.

QUESTION OF THE DAY
From whence to you launch your global assault?

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Don’t be angry, Billy! I’m just frustrated because I’ve put all my chips on your Thirty-Three, and it doesn’t seem to be spinning in to place in awhile. And… I am disappointed that you’ve seemingly dropped the “Confessions.” Please send us some love, or something.

– YESTERDAY – Was very strange. I hadn’t gotten much sleep in two days (only six and four hours, respectively) and things happened in just unusual enough a sequence to give the sensation of a first impression to activities I’d been doing for months.

Where the Hell are you?

There’s no word on the runification, your autobiography is languishing, and you haven’t even logged onto your MySpace account since August 23rd.

When I type your name into Google News, it only gets 27 hits.

– YESTERDAY – My productive streak continues, or so it seems. I had my last presentation of the semester at workshop last night, so now I can breathes a sigh of relief. I also read the first six chapters of Helena Parente Cuhna’s Woman Between Mirrors and attended a fiction forum with Emily Barton and David Schickler.

On Saturday, Jessica and I attended the Playwrights Horizon’s production of Christopher Durang’s new play Miss Witherspoon. This is the second installment of our season tickets given by Hallie at our wedding.

I liked the play a lot. In general, I would describe it as fun, if not deep, with the exception of one aspect.

– WEEKEND – What a weekend it was! First, I actually managed to accomplish a respectable percentage of things I needed to get done, meaning I may have momentarily halted my slide into oblivion, and even began to take back some ground.

Sheepishly. Several posts in the last month have had appreciable grammer and linking errors. I’ve corrected a few:

Important Issues: The Price of Economic Polygamy?

NYC Post #10: Brooklyn – Downtown Brooklyn – Fort Greene / Clinton Hill – FORT GREENE

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I didn’t jump into exploring Chicago nearly as quickly as I’ve started on New York. My first couple quarters quickly overwhelmed me, and I only left Hyde Park/Woodlawn once between the end of Orientation and Thanksgiving of that year. I started to get restless however, so on one night at the end of January, when the temperature soared into the thirties, Wanderlust took over.

– Finally, mid-October arrives on December 2nd.
– We’re having a small-scale party tonight… at least I think it will be small-scale. I will report back on this pseudo-first shindig at the Laurelton.

NATION OF THE DAY:
Oman.

QUESTION OF THE DAY:
Which muppet is the toughest?