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Why I Remember…

It’s easy. Because my friends are dead. There are those who never came home, and those who did and never made it …

Across the Lines

Outside my window, birds are singing the world to life. The planet slowly turns, and half a world away flowers are opening …

The Best Kind of Gift

When I was young, I was told a number of lies about giving gifts. The first and most egregious of these was …

15

When I was 15, there was a wall separating my friends from their families. My hair was sprayed in place. Music was …

reorganized

None of you can see it, and few of you will, but the room in which I sit has undergone a major …

P.S.

I’m usually pretty calm/quiet about this issue, since I am a dirty half breed after all. Every year, I get whiter and …

24, take 2

I have spent half a day with Jack Bauer, on the 2nd worst day of his life I will sleep better tonight, …

Bhagwan @ Large, year 1

So I just finished updating Year 1 of the main site, with meta-taggy goodness. I Believe I got them all coordinated from …