thematically fickle

I’ve written before about my skepticism of the validity of relationships formed online. Before I became addicted to the glow of my computer screen, in the days before I became a victim of the irresistible Upload Urge, I didn’t understand how you could meet someone in the virtual world and subsequently become friends with them.
Lo, [...]

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It’s impossible not to experience love in this city.
Impossible. Just look at this sunrise, taken from Sausalito…

It didn’t rain. In fact, it was the best weather I’ve ever experienced in San Francisco. It was San Diego weather. And texasgurl didn’t give a fuck about whether her hair got wet or windblown or whatever. 679 digital [...]

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The one and only blind date I’ve ever been on was with Mark Kazarian. I have no idea if that’s how his last name is spelled but I’ll never forget it because it’s fun to say really fast. It was late October in 1990 or ‘91 or possibly ‘92; the exact year escapes me [...]

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Since Mrs. G let me host her Slow Cook Thursday yesterday—in which she gave me an introduction so stellar that I thought for certain she had confused me with somebody else—my attention has been otherwise occupied such that I could not come here and say something that really needs saying. Examples of what diverted [...]

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He got one out of necessity:

 I got one as a consolation prize:

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(Still futzing with themes. I’ve decided I’m a theme slut.)
I recently completed a questionnaire for Mrs. G because she has it in her head to publish a recipe I sent her—and to those of you who know me, I say QUIT LAUGHING! I can totally cook a mean cocktail! At any rate, this questionnaire [...]

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