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While there has been nothing to report as of late, there seems to be so much left unsaid. From small art gallery shows, with their musty smells and cheap wine, how so much creativity and beauty appeared in such an ugly, rundown area, to learning to play shuffle board and the ignorance of the bartender demonstrated by the absence of the orange in our bluemoon. Then there have been the courses (of course ha), sociolinguistics being ever present in my mind… from “dude” to concepts of indexicality. Work hasn’t been on my mind much, same old folding clothes at abercrombie, setting at wall displays, not wanting to work at Hooters, etc. My days seem to be made up of little decisions, red next to the pink or the orange, answer that question even if unsure, take the bus home or stay in the cathedral and do work… however, some decisions, some of these seemingly insignificant choices, have proved to make a difference; like the sun coming out on a cloudy day, the shades greys haves given way to color, to which my eyes are slowly adjusting.

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