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Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

Subject:good and bye
Time:1:24 am.
Livejournal, I'm leaving you.

Yes, this is a Dear John letter, but I'm saving my words for someone who is not you.

RSS feeds have ruined what we had between us. I just don't have the inclination to spend time with you anymore.

I almost hesitate to give you my forwarding address, but so much has passed between you and me that I can't help myself. You can track me down; just swear you won't try to contact me. It's the least each of us can do.

http://berrylies.blogspot.com/



With only the fondest of memories,
xoxox,
forever indebted,
-michael
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Thursday, June 26th, 2008

Time:10:48 am.


I just tried the newly-relaunched 1960s recipe Schlitz. My analysis? Just because it's an old recipe doesn't mean it's a good recipe!

That doesn't mean I won't drink it, however.
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Monday, June 16th, 2008

Time:12:40 am.
There was an overweight black woman on the light rail whose speaking voice sounded like a Tuvan throat singer. She had a shirt with skulls on it, and she spent the entire duration dabbing her head with a pristine white washcloth.
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Thursday, June 5th, 2008

Time:8:59 am.
It's so rainy here that even my stereo speakers sound like they're splashing around in puddles.
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Monday, May 19th, 2008

Time:6:41 am.
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Saturday, May 10th, 2008

Subject:song bloggin'
Time:11:40 pm.
I put up a new song on my blog. It's "Secret of My Success" by Dora Hall. It's scratchy, but good! Have a listen.
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Friday, March 21st, 2008

Subject:pug in portland
Time:1:22 pm.
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Thursday, February 21st, 2008

Time:6:26 pm.


Last night I met the man who discovered the Emerald Ash Borer. He was sipping red wine and his wife was requesting songs by Death Cab for Cutie and the Cranberries during my DJ set.
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Sunday, January 6th, 2008

Time:10:40 pm.


We just spent five hours sitting in traffic. Dense fog patches lead to accidents in front of and behind us. Semis plowed into cars and all of them launched off the road and into the deep snow ravine. There were fatalities, multiple, but we're not sure how many. They rerouted us and we drove home well below the speed limit.

Our tail light is out, and I hate cars more than ever.
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Saturday, January 5th, 2008

Time:2:00 pm.
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Time:12:14 pm.
Finally updated my mp3 blog, after 6 or so months.

Pains of Being Pure at Heart | A Teenager in Love
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Thursday, January 3rd, 2008

Time:6:12 pm.
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Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008

Subject:how to be warm
Time:5:58 pm.

how to be warm, originally uploaded by wonderhinterland.

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Friday, December 28th, 2007

Time:2:25 am.
My dogs are not guard dogs.

Just got home in what could easily be construed as the middle of the night. Opened the door, loudly loaded my bike in. Nothing. Lucy only stirred when I said, "Where are my mean guard dogs?!"

Mateo was sleeping next to Amy in bed. Lucy was in the spare room, sleeping in the spare single bed we've had on the floor for a week. Now she's next to M&A. The house is totally silent.

My dogs are not guard dogs.
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Monday, December 24th, 2007

Time:11:14 am.
Dear, sweet Kurt and dear, sweet June fell have fallen under the oppressive alliance of the airline industry, Father Christmas, and Mother Nature. They're stuck in Portland with their cats, we're in Milwaukee with our dogs, missing K&J greatly.

Amy deemed it Do What You Like Day. Until we're swept up by family obligations later tonight, that is. I've decided to tinker with my external hard drive, make some food so our holiday meal isn't comprised solely of sides, and ride Mike's back back to his house - he must be missing it by now.

I'm reallyreally into Christmas music. Always have had a soft spot, I'm unashamed to say. I'm downloading a bunch of it now. So that's also what I'm doing on Do What You Like Day. Nancy posted Erlend Øye's great cover of Last Christmas. Have a listen for yourself.

Lucy the dog just stares at me, stares at me, stares at me. Not sure if it's love or boredom from her point of view, but from mine it's pure adoration. She's keeping watch over me at this very moment, and has been since I started writing this.

Last night, there was a big teenage love blowout at Amy's family's Christmas. Unstable kids ran out of the house shouting at each other. You could hear them screaming, even with the doors closed. They kicked each others cars. Amy's cousin came back into the house teary and hid in her room. Teenagers hide in their room a lot.
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Friday, December 7th, 2007

Time:7:27 am.
Just woke up to the dumb asses (they're not shockjocks, just three really dull midwesterners with no real set opinions who are paid to take contrary POVs) on the radio saying, "It's not easy being beautiful." Immediately after, Lucy did one her of huge, screeching yawns. I think it was a yawn of agreement.

Ever since I almost lost my tootsies to the cold morning, I've been staying off my bike on workday mornings. But I've joined a carpool and we meet this morning, so I'm going to ride the mile or so to our coffee shop meeting spot in the fresh coat of snow (it was maybe 2"?). I keep seeing a broken wrist in my future, but come what may, eh?
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Tuesday, December 4th, 2007

Time:7:37 am.
When we moved, I left behind an unshaded old wrought iron lamp. Missing it, I trespassed onto my old yard to see if I could see it, and the new owner was there, using the lamp to light up some advanced math textbook.

I never made contact, but a few days later he found me in a warehouse where we were riding go-carts. He gave it back to me with one of the plug prongs snapped off. I felt awful about it, but was glad to have it back and told him as much. Then I moved a bunch of cardboard boxes out of the way so I could go-cart down the hall, and then down a steep flight of stairs, and then out the door.

Where we got the go-carts I'll never know.
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Saturday, December 1st, 2007

Time:11:18 am.




We noticed that the dogs were missing right after our friends flew in from some sour European country. There'd been threat of rain all day, a threat that was realized almost literally as as they touched down. The torrents were hard to see through on the drive home.

Like always, we got back and let the dogs out. I realized, after playing catch up for a while, after a beer or two, that the dogs weren't back in. So I ran out to get them. Nowhere. Shit! I thought. Went and checked the two gates - both were securely latched. I came back and and reiterated my Shit!

One of our guests said, Oh, I put them in there, pointing the the clothes dyer. I opened it and there they were. Both of their coats were distressed, frizzy like bad perms. That was weird enough - they have naturally short, stiff, blade-sharp hair that should resist curling. What surprised us more was that the dogs had been miniaturized, heated back into puppy size.

BJ and Jess had brought Brooklyn over, and she was in there, too, but even smaller - no bigger than a Hood Hound. But she was still living. Blood was still moving. She was wriggling, licking, and unbelievably warm.
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Monday, November 26th, 2007

Time:8:00 pm.
My neighborhood is sick with holiday spirit.

You can almost imagine them spending all night last Thursday, fighting through their Thanksgiving meal cramps to get the trees propped, light slung, wreathes wrangled around nails.

Down the street, someone’s outlined the frame of their house in single strands of primary colored, vaguely patriotic lights that blink strobe-like. Snoopy is splayed — larger than life, larger than my own, real dogs — on top of his point-tipped house. “Joy to the World” plays in tinny midi over a pair of speakers wired just for this time of year.

They sit inside, watching Monday night football, somehow successfully ignoring the ugly celebration that they’ve propped up on their lawn.

On the 26th, early, the whole mess will be ripped down. Coldness will cover everything.
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Saturday, November 24th, 2007

Time:12:35 pm.
We're clearing what feels like half of our combined life (does that in itself constitute a full life?) out of our basement. But there's so much we're hanging on to!

The strength of our sentimentality is definitely a weakness.
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