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Dreams

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I’ve had this reoccurring dream lately. It is reminiscent of the dreams I had when I was taking Aralen (a Malaria suppressant drug, Chloroquiene), which were incredibly vivid and many times downright shocking. The dream I’m having now is not of machete fighting in the rain and losing an arm (which was a favorite back in my Peace Corps days), no, this one is more mundane; I’m in school and haven’t attended one of my classes since the first week of the semester. It’s always the same class; Advanced Composition and excuses for not attending are myriad.

Young dogs and old cats

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I don’t particularly like cats. I’m allergic to some and this causes me to not be particularly friendly to any feline I might happen to meet. This isn’t, in general, a story about cats.

Why?

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Why am I spending so much time on “Those Who Mow” instead of TZC5?

Je suis Charlie?

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“I'd prefer to die on my feet than to live on my knees.” ~Stéphane Charbonnier

Stars everywhere

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It's been a weird month of dreaming for me. When I wake from a particularly viscous one my tendency is to lay real still and make sure none of it was coming true. As I lay there I can’t help but think of the ‘what ifs’ of the dream, what would have happened next? What if I had tried this instead of that? What if I am really, actually in a mental institute right now and I just think I work a 9 to 5? These little fantasies are amusing interludes before I fully awaken, firmly grasp reality by the tail and get myself back to sleep so I can get to my morning group session…er 9 to 5.

Holiday cheer

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This year is an exceptionally poor holiday season for me in terms of money. There are a lot of reasons for that, lack of book income seems to be the primary one, me being under employed (and not motivated enough to seek out better employment) seems to be the second leading cause. That said I somehow feel more peaceful and 'together' this year than I have in a long, long time. I always thought the holidays had been twisted by the advertising and greed of society and I realize now that I only let those perceptions change me.

The secret of Nanowrimo

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The secret is that there isn't one. Type 1700 words a day and you'll hit the goal. I have a problem sometimes with arbitrary goals, but this month I am pretty motivated to get this one out of my head and onto the page. Next month there will be loads of re-reading and editing and if I can cobble togther enough money for a cover the book will be released...assuming I finish. I had to be a negative nelly, but I'm only at 30 thousand words, not 90, so the finishing by the end of the month part is still in doubt. I think I will make it.

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