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New thing are here, but they may still not work flawlessly. Delayed load causes other problems with the DOM, and browser things happen too slow so the logic needs some work. But the new things are here!

bunches of changes. More new things coming. I've got a new idea on how to proceed, and that idea is going to really bang it up around here! Imagine fluid edit pages where new content can be saved and catched by whim in an easy and intuitive way? Where edit and reedit isn't an arduous chore? And where the way back machine can give you are really good reasonable view of what 'used to be'. That is the dream. How soon it will all be here? These things tend to just suddenly appear, the work goes on unnoticed in the background.

This week, now. See below .

Christmas

A few things from some years ago.

Making Merry is also a kind of cause, a chore, so to speak, that makes the scrooges magically transform (are we still talking about Christmas Spinster movies?).

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"You can't cheat an honest man." which is the title of a movie. Howie Carr said this line while discussing politics. Not sure what he was saying. It was about the election for Boston Mayor.

  Christmas Romance
      a genre of self-parody

Dec 2, 2013

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Full moon over the Lamoille Delta, at the Rt 2 Causeway.

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Lamoille River Delta!

In the AIDS Grove at Golden Gate Park. The day of the Bay To Breakers, May, 2011

Style means more than just rules

'Love Solves everything, so simple.' page:

Very Many Hearts

    Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

    I'd know
   to tackle that flaw
 like I could ever
      really go home?
  The cold banister.
    Yelling
   if you turn up the heat
 "We didnt do for having you
       my discontents what
   I get troubled by
   the things that are all
      about what I have to
       require"
 had the dementia
   already started?

 But at Christmas
 memories of the long ago
 sometimes are for letting go.
  The light of a fire.
 the sound of a ferry boat pulling into a dock.
  Christmas Guests arriving. 
 Which one of them is the Spinster?

  It's a scene of Church Street now
 The ghost of danger man is one of
       the Dickens Ghosts.
 it all goes really well 
   till he sees his widow
      with another . . .

      They have to cut that
       from the script
    the director's brother
  will get whipped.
    before you rush off
       spreading protest
    on your bike
 consider what the brother 
    might like.

  The writers
 gathered at the big blaze
    in the main lobby of the big lodge
 and drank their german beers
 until they were too drunk to care anymore.

How can you write a book about skiing
 if you don't want to ever have to ski?
 how can you pretend that you love her
     when you'd much rather be with alone with me?

 Those were the day dreams
   doodled into the edges of the book.
 They won't accept a spec skript to read it
 unless it is in their own specific format.

 The producer didn't care.
 Just spend all the money
 before the end of the fiscal cycle.

  "Don't you know anything?
     anything about budget? 
 About getting paid?
   If there is any money left at the end of the year,
         they won't give you as much
   the next time around."

 The writers,
     being writers, not
    accountants
  or managers,
 they didn't care.

  Smile-guile, the nickname he loved,
 he could ski hung-over, he'd
   just have to bring a wine skin filled with
      orange jouice and vodka,
 maybe some of his pill,
 some wine he can jug
  in the back seat of the rented giant van
     even though he felt embarrassed
   emerging from the van
    it wasn't that he was shattered,
         drunk and out of his mind
   but that the bus was not a limo
        the same kind of bus 
 that the waitstaff and cooks rode in
  daily to their jobs at the lodge lunch counters
      and restaurants.

  Yes, yes, a boondoggle.
spend all the money by Christmas Eve or
   there won't be anymore.
       Pray that he don't meet a Spinster for Christmas
 It won't be good for his image if he ends up married.
   What will they say in Demmi-doo, 
     and other places very far away
   when they hear that he's finally been smitten
  and in love with only fond things to say?

  Is Santa ploting with angels from the otherside,
 and ghosts of his holy ancesters
  to finally hook this guy up with his 
    one true love?
 
 That is the day dream he's having
  standing there watching the ice princess dance
 and all the parents. 
 says it into his little handheld sends it
 off to the group think tweet
  were all the rest of the collaborative team
         of writers can read it.

 How about another drink.

  Yes, he is a drunk 
 a dissapative
     sloppy dude and falling
 over railings so
    what kind of a girl
  can they find for him?
  another overwhelming drunk?
 The story line goes
   they fall in love togehter
and the get sober together.

 He tweets that out
      and he escapes then from the prying
   eyes of the boss whose
  a closet boss, he
  likes favors from the handsome guys but
      our drunk writer don't trade
 the some thing for something, and
 does not accept favors.

" But the tip is
   customary
 and if you refuse it
 it is a grand affront."

  But our coorespondant
    knew that was all a bunch of malarky.

  And now
    a musical aside where
 tastefully dressed people
        punk rock guitar trasher
 slash away teh bu_l_s_H band
 plays some classic, and yet free
   of all cpyright
    intangle, dangles
  in a very tasteful
         way that 
 respects the Spirit of Christmas
 and the holy wishes
    of the true parts of peoples' souls.

  Thinking like this, that
    this couldn't be the song
 that they would produce to play
    lonely guy at Christmas 
 taking a writers gig for pay,
    like a whore, he sees it that way.

 Oh the gorge!
  Oh, to go to the gorge!
 Oh to drive there too fast,
     careen against railings
  smashing my head on the window of the car
   crashing glass with a bash
   a stash of cash
 flying out the broken shattered opening
    no more wind shield at all.

  He shakes his head. That
    was just a memory of the long ago,
 some hard Christmas from his past.
 The old Nissan 
   was not repaired.

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