Walking outside tonight after work was magical, for about two seconds. The parking lot and everything in it was obscured by fog.
It could be the kind of mist that could be a precursor to something wonderful, like the appearance of fairies, or the kind of heavy fog that is the harbinger of something nasty about [...]
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It’s unusual for me to have tornado dreams this close together. And this time it felt very real. I thought about it briefly and knew for sure, this time it was real. None of this: “I knew these dreams meant something” business. Maybe my tornado dreams are taking a new turn.
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Do you ever have dreams where you’re really late to something? I guess I’m identifying another one of my core dreams.
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I love smell as it connects to memory. The smell of my great-grandmother’s Dove soap. The smell of the dryer sheets she used to use.
I’m in search of the dryer sheets, but I never remember which brand it was. And with the profileration of stupidly named scents like fresh linen or spring breeze, I usually [...]
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I’m thinking I’m doing pretty well at work. I’m still the newbie, still making the occasional ommission. Have heard for the 10th time: it’s Assembly Member or, we bold datelines.
I’m not that good of a copy editor. I’ll be honest. I need better training. It’s not that I don’t have the potential to be better; [...]
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You know you’re getting old when one of the alternative stations in town plays 90s at noon. Much the way that other stations play 80s lunch hour.
What does this say about our generation’s music? Already over? Yes.
OK, I have maintained for years that I don’t listen to music past 1998, though I have some exceptions.
That’s [...]
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