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love train

Posted on February 21, 2010 by Emily

Did my last post come across as, well, homicidal?  I didn’t mean for it to.  I’m peace-loving, really.  To clarify, the only machine gun I would ever wield is one loaded with words; language is my best defense, my greatest … Continue reading →

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on the clock, out of my mind

Posted on February 17, 2010 by Emily

Another day, another installment of cosmic absurdity.  A favorite expression of incredulity among some of my colleagues lately is to say, simply, with a little cock of the head, “REALLY?”  That about sums up how I am feeling today. Tomorrow, … Continue reading →

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