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Friday, June 24, 2011

Please Do Not Touch the Marble

Dear readers,

I’ve been away for so long I can’t remember how to do this blogging thing anymore.

I’m fairly sure you’re not supposed to do it in the form of a letter, though. Let’s start over.




I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA.

No wait, you should never start a post by apologizing, it gives the readers the upper hand. Let’s start over.




I’ve been terribly busy. There was Athens, then were was the mountain of laundry after Athens, then there was work, then there were all these movies I had to see, and then I had to sort my matches according to length.

Excuses, excuses. Blah. Let’s start over.




Perhaps you’re wondering where I’ve been, why I haven’t posted in a month.

Maybe I’m wondering, too.

Look, I don’t have a good explanation for you. Sometimes writers—writers like me, anyway—get distracted. I’ve been busy, and I’ve been lazy. Mostly, I’ve been dreaming, and then dreaming some more.

But I did take some time to write this poem.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Mike wants a pony.
And I want one, too.

No, that didn’t quite feel right either. Let’s try again.




Look, pictures from Athens!














































Well that worked out nicely, don't you think? *
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