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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.

What I would like

Music that manages to combine bossa nova with breakbeats in a non-annoying manner. I’m not sure this is possible, although I’m sure people have tried (I discovered last night that “electrobossa” is already a pretty strong subgenre, but everything I heard was a bit milquetoast, even for me).

I’m not honestly sure I like either bossa or break, but everything I’ve heard of either genre I liked, which I think is encouraging. One of my favorite albums ever is a bossa nova album! Kind of. Most of the breakbeats I like are off soundtracks.

I’d just like to point out that you don’t actually care about Terri Schiavo. Thanks.

I’m glad to say that Bruce’s condition is improving. My uncle John is closer to the situation and has more info, so I’ll direct you to his journal instead of just repeating his entries.

I did my taxes last night. More importantly, for the first time since 1999, I did not complete the FAFSA. TAKE THAT, HIGHER EDUCATION!

Man, I really hope I graduate.

My cousin Bruce is critically ill in a hospital in Indianapolis. He’s had a transplanted kidney for the last seven years, and things have often been a little rough with it, but this time a viral infection in his pancreas seems to have caused it to fail entirely. The last I heard, things were improving slightly for him–they reduced some of the swelling and fluid buildup, but he’s still on oxygen and morphine. I hope things continue to improve.

Bruce lived with my family for a while, when I was in middle school and he was taking classes at EKU. He brought with him a huge and nearly comprehensive collection of first edition AD&D resource books, miniatures and modules, not to mention games like Paranoia and Gamma World. When he moved out, he left them to me. It was a huge and valuable gift, magnified by who I was (and am). I still have every piece of it.

He went to dialysis at the time, of course, and had for years, and would until 1998. I wonder what it was like when he went in for the last time. He showed me the scar tissue that had built up on his arm from the treatments, once, and the image has never left me.

It turns out rock ‘n’ roll is actually a pretty bad foundation for a city.

Hard Action Adjuster

There is a new Lady in the Next Cube.

LitNC: “You know what I think? They need to–grow some, and tell that bitch–they let her run that place. You know? She’s an adjuster.“

Strutting around like she owns the place! She’s a loose cannon! She can’t be trusted! Hand over your badge!