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Thank you, San Diego. Please leave your trash on the beach.
The frenzied July 4th crowds began Tuesday evening. How could they not? The weekend had just ended, so it seemed that people were on simmer and waiting for an opportunity to really get going on their summer vacations. We could… Continue reading
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Internet Storminess with a Chance of Fish Tacos
For the first time that it really ever mattered, the Internet wasn’t available today. Assuming it was a glitch that forced me to get down on my hands and knees to dig around in the wires and see if everything… Continue reading
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Headaches and Old Photographs
The RT hasn’t been feeling great lately. I guess “sick” would be an accurate descriptor, and yet he’s trooped through what we’ve had going on. I think this is only the third time he’s ever been ill. Amazing, actually. He… Continue reading
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Makin’ Like a Tourismo in So Cal
The weekend was lovely. Completely. Go figure. I don’t especially like driving — or riding in a car. I’d like that twitching nose thingy so I could just pop in and out of places. And it is summer, so the… Continue reading
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It’s…like…Totally Random — or is it?
Is anything really random? Does the interconnectedness of life preclude that anything is accidental or coincidental? Can one person who has an obsessive tendency to make sure lights not in use are turned off really save the planet? Ray Bradbury,… Continue reading
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Just Words
Words can bring me to a screeching halt. Yes, of course, spoken words — especially when I’m not expecting them, take issue with their purpose, or with the person who delivers them. But that isn’t what I’m talking about. At… Continue reading
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Looking for Light in All the Wrong Places
 A round of applause for at least getting closer to the raging All Warholled Up me in the header, please? Yes, I know you all still have a strange box at the top (even though it doesn’t show on… Continue reading
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Slogged through Dog Days and alive to rant about it!
Sometime around Valentine’s Day earlier this year after visiting my sister in VA, I was headed toward a security checkpoint at Regan National in D.C. and was sidetracked by the lure of books lined up in a shop. Cruising through… Continue reading
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So Not Feelin’ the Photosh*t Love
Oh my gawd — all I want to do is write. I don’t want to read Photoshop tutorials. I just want to poke the buttons to create something. You know — like my banner. The one I really want. Not… Continue reading
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Me ‘n’ the Big
I can hear the MoH in the bedroom cooing loving endearments softly to the Big, calling her his latest rendition of her moniker: Quatro Formaggio. Yes. Four Cheeses. I know it isn’t quite Italian, or Spanish, but still. You get… Continue reading