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my Christmas Eve love/hate relationship with Montana

I started my 7.5+ hour drive home from Helena (MT, USA) in a pleasant, amiable mood. My relationship with Montana was strong. I was loving the mountain scenery and the open sky splashed with blues, purples, pinks, and oranges.

things I’m feeling guilty about today

1) My $3 shoes. I know the shoes couldn’t be made by some kid in a foreign country, shipped, stocked, and sold to me for less than $3.
2) The fact that Montana has no consumption tax. I love not having to account for a 6% sales tax, but I know I should be [...]

my good deed for the day…er, month

Today, I did my regular glancing through the classics section of the used bookstore, looking for the ever elusive copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. Mind you, I am not looking for any copy, but an old, hardback copy. However, my quest is not the point of this diatribe.
Soon after I entered [...]

bewilderment, rage, and nostalgia

Through the fog of my dream state, a shrill noise pierced my ears. It took forever, which was, of course, merely moments, to swim back to the surface of consciousness. What is that incessant noise and why won’t it stop? Then, as my bewilderment faded, I realized the freakin’ fire alarm was [...]

are you sure?

Because I’m not. It seems surreal that Saddam has been captured. Perhaps my senses have been dulled, but I don’t feel that excited. Instead I am struck with worries.
My immediate thoughts: How will the Bush machine spin this? Will he be given a fair trial? It still doesn’t mean [...]

Hi, it’s me Marilyn

As I was perusing the Parade last weekend, I was surprised at some of the letters as well as the somewhat inadequate answers in the ‘Ask Marilyn’ column.

wet pants

This may be the funniest thing I’ve read in a long time. An excerpt from a movie review of My Dinner with Andre:
My eyes glazed over and I felt my soul leaving my body. Drifting higher and higher, I looked down and saw myself slouching on the couch, mouth agape, with this steady trickle [...]

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Dreams

To live in a bike friendlier world. To create the greatest collection of fabulous shoes ever assembled. To see a viable third party in US politics. To get local Rio team riders to acknowledge existence on road.

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