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Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs
My mother is standing in front of the bathroom mirror smelling polished and ready; like Jean Nate, Dippity Do and the waxy sweetness of lipstick.

East of Eden by John Steinbeck
The Salinas Valley is in Northern California.

The Straw Men by Michael Marshall
Palmerston is not a big town, nor one that can convincingly be said to be at the top of its game.

Vineland by Thomas Pynchon
Later than usual one summer morning in 1984, Zoyd Wheeler drifted awake in sunlight through a creeping fig that hung in the window, with a squadron of blue jays stomping around on the roof.

Collected Fictions by Jorge Luis Borges
In 1517, Fray Bartolomé de las Casas, feeling great pity for the Indians who grew worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines, proposed to Emperor Charles V that Negroes be brought to the isles of the Caribbean, so that they might grow worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines.

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posted Wednesday, September 26, 2001

Clean Up

I dedicate this past week to clean up. Sort of a fall cleaning, if you will. The weather has been absolutely dazzling, the trees are changing, everything is getting in one last performance before the winter slumber hits. That goes for me as well. I've been organizing my finances, rearranging my website, working and saving money, and prudently managing my time with friends, family and dating interest(s). The idea is to get as much done so that I can be prepared for the winter (at which point I will have little motivation to do any work because of ski season) and still have time to enjoy the weather and outdoors. I feel like a bear gorging on berries in preparation for hibernation. The good thing is that I feel good about the direction my life is heading.

Last night, while I was laying in bed, I thought about my past relationships. Not that it's a rare thing, but last night I came to a conclusion. I had always berated myself for not being smarter about my past situations. The idea of apologizing came to mind. That's when the realization hit me. I wasn't going to apologize for anything. I've learned something pretty valuable from every person I've dated, and that lesson is worth the pain and frustration. I mean, we're paying for these lessons with emotional torment. Shouldn't that be enough?

I'm working on setting up a new site for this domain, something to plug me back into the weblogging circuit. I miss it. Now that grad school, work, and my finances are all in order, I can afford to divert my attention a bit. The majority of the weekend has been spent writing CGI scripts and setting up a MySQL database to hold my posts for the new site. Perhaps when I'm finished, I'll write up a little something to detail the experience like Eartha did with her Linux adventure.

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