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I’m very interested in what people will think about Happy Hour In Hell. It was a fascinating, weird, fun (and occasionally extremely disturbing) book to write.

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Some glitch on FB isn’t letting me update my profile picture, so we’ll be doing Gangnam Gandhi a bit longer. Break me off a little somethin’-somethin’, Mohandas K!

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Deb and I watched BRIGHT STAR last night, the Campion film about Keats and Fanny Brawne. We both really enjoyed it — I was surprised by how much it moved me. Very resonant with Deb and my own story, of course, thank God we had happier, healthier, luckier lives. Still, a very intense movie, but very much about small things and big feelings.

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I wish I had more energy to write on Facebook, since it’s part of the hive mind of the human race, but it’s hard to find the git-up after a day of writing sometimes, to do more. (At least of the long, important sort that real bloggers do so much better than I do.)

It’s too bad, because the rest of the day I am quippy as hell. Honestly. So damn funny they had to change the local zoning laws.

Been ogling this. An enhanced image of an electrical jolt. I find chaotic patterns oddly comforting sometimes.

I love Santa Cruz. Driving back, it was 104 degrees at the top of the hill, 81 by the time we got down to our place. Ah. Much better.

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I’ve been listening to British skiffle music tonight, for no reason I could possibly articulate. I’ve decided that it’s a lot like gin. A reasonable dose is lovely. Too much and someone’s going to get hurt.

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