Sarah’s Dad is a renaissance man. He read my little winter poem and responded in the comments: The Snow Is AlsoThe snow is also blanket to the seed, out of sight but waiting to be born. As is the name upon a stone, no longer close but never far, beneath the snow, in each of us. I took the liberty of titling it. Goals shortly.I could go on, but I won’t because I’m a little jealous.…
»Ah, 2010. A year that should have been filled with jetpacks and robotic butlers, but which will instead be populated with the un- and underemployed and tea baggers. What can you do? I choose to buy records and go dancing. 2009 was not a great year for me. I don’t have very high hopes for 2010, but I do plan on increasing my batting average when it comes to accomplishing goals.…
»You should come and hear me spin reggae, soul, punk and whatever else I feel like at Second Chance.
More details. Yes, this is just an excuse for me to show off my new Flash skills.
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