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Dear gentle reader: this blog has been operating continuously since I was a teenager. The writing below is at least a decade old. In that time every molecule of my body has been replaced, along with many foolish ideas and flighty beliefs. I want to keep some of those things public out of an honesty and humility I owe the world. I trust you to carry that context with you.

Ha ha ha ha ha! Yaaaay!

Tangerines and persimmons and sugarcane

Lucinda Williams songs slap you and bite you and punch you in the gut and kick your face and then when you come to afterwards they’re like “WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO DO THAT AGAIN” and you’re like “YES PLEASE LUCINDA WILLIAMS SONG”

After I finish listening to World Without Tears I feel like all the things in my chest have been busted loose, shaken up, clarified and changed.

Achewood is jazz

According to Lie Bot, Teodor dies this coming Thursday. Not that you can ever trust Lie Bot, you know, it’s in his name, but I’ll be disappointed if Mr. Onstad just completely passes it by. Continuity demands a sacrifice!

My boss in her cube, cussing into the phone in theatrical Spanish: maybe the best thing ever?

(I should add that I adore my boss.)