1) Is this blog dead? Am I the only one who follows it? Is there a twitter page now instead?
2) My parents are moving. So they made me clean out my bedroom.
2a) I got out a whole bunch of letters from college friends. Having read some of them, I'd just like to issue a yet another blanket apology to all of you for what a complete jerk I was. How did any of you put up with me?
2b) Special apologies to you know who and you know who else. I can't believe how self-centered I was.
2c) Try, if you get the chance, to read my editorial about the O.J. Simpson verdict (in the D, Oct 4, 1995)... it's a classic.
2d) This is a poem I wrote in high school, and turned in as an assignment:
The Life of a Sphere
Inspired by "Until Now" by Ralph Hertle
I want to break glass.
I want to tear things.
I want to kick holes in the wall.
But I can't.
I want to make people cry.
I want to kill little cute animals.
I want to destroy animals.
But I can't.
I want to scream.
I want to move apart from the pack.
I want to be different.
But I can't, because spheres aren't like that.
I can't, because well rounded objects don't do that kind of thing.
So here I sit, forever still.
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I have some other ones that are even worse.
Good thing they didn't have social networking when I was in high school. They would have profiled me and locked me up.