Barack Obama is Luke Skywalker courtesy of Jon Stewart.
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A well-tempered consideration of the clean-up of Huck Finn from Jim Hines.
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Kirkwood is delving into the world of writing scholarships for creative writing outreach. More on this when it actually occurs next month. Also begun the planning of Cat and my Scandinavian research trip. I’m learning a lot about Oslo right now.
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Life is a little turvey at the moment. Bryon and I are surrounded by a sea of grim, mishaps happening to our family and friends. His dad’s condition is eroding the tiny little island we’re on. I have one hand firmly wrapped around the island’s one palm tree, and the other clutching onto him, but he’s still attracted by the glimmering waters. And then I watch our friends also drift off the shore, but I’m out of hands.
Hiding this under a cut, because this smacks a bit of emo. In general, I know more than a few people who could use your good thoughts.
Here is the laundry list of people who need your good thoughts and vibrations.
Kim and Aric, who just lost Kim’s mother, suddenly, before Christmas. Also, Kim’s former cat has cancer and will most likely be put to sleep this weekend.
The Wilcken family, who lost their dad on Christmas after an extended hospital stay.
Mark and Michelle, who acquired Kim’s cat Munchi, and have discovered the cancer.
Munchi, for a safe and warm passing.
Bryon and his family. Neal has lost lucidity again. We are beginning to believe it’s not the medicine, but something to do with the actual tumor.
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Bryon and I are planning to go to Vegas at the end of January for a get away. I hope we can pull this off. He needs a chance to truly get away from the grim Teutonic winter we are having. Honestly, I feel like I’m in some novel who must be solid for the people who love/need her.
Bleah.
Catherine
