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The February issue is just about done. I mean, we've...
I can't even think...
I can't even think...
We've sent away all our little words, pictures, and ideas to become magically colorful, glossy, and bound.
It's a miracle, really.
This is when we all sort of flop around, waiting for something to happen.
Here we are, crowded together dumbly, jittering with What Happens Next(?!), trembling with What Are We Forgetting(?!), teeming with Did We Spell Everything Right(?!), and completely frigging overcome by Oh God, Is It Over(?!).
This is also when we make jokes about…
If you're at all interested in archeology, you've probably read about the San Bartolo Mayan mural, which dates back to about 100 B.C.—about 700 years earlier than the Bonanpak murals, previously considered the oldest yet discovered.
There's a video tour, if you're willing to undertake a four-minute journey to the site.
An interactive New York map (that doesn't even cover my nabe, grrr). Cool though.
Bagheera thinks a small amount of compression is acceptable in return for tube warmth.
I know I haven't taken many days off.
I'm almost positive that I have a bunch of days available. Days for taking off, I mean. Off from work, I mean. I would be completely positive that I have a bunch of days available for taking off from work, but I don't keep track of such things. I'm bad at that stuff. I need to improve in that area.
But, yesterday — Friday, December 16, 2005 — I took off.
I spent the day with my mom. We walked around the City, did some Christmas shopping, made some jokes. It was a good time.
We were on line. ["In line!" you'…