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These past two days I have been most excited about the Detroit Salt Mines. I dream of the day when I may descend the 1160 ft. in a smudgy bucket to the sparkling world left by Silurian seas.

1. Throughout December I planned on converting one of our upstairs rooms into a laboratory. However, nobody took my Christmas requests for equipment seriously. So, that dream died ( Read more... )

Last night was Rick's birthday, so we gathered and played with cards. I won one pickle round by laying down a library. I agreed with Rick (& Cathy did too) that I should not have won where the argument stood when I collected the pile. Still, I did have a back-up explanation, but, since Tom & Ellen let me win it, I didn't bother, but now I am ( Read more... )

Written... those words don't have the same effect.

At this moment, Best four Eddie Floyd recordings:
Things Get Better
Knock On Wood
Big Bird
Soul Street

Graham Central Station is as funky as the truth shining like your hair. Can You Handle It? really got me shaking as I input... data... invoice... invoice... invoice ( Read more... )

As I look out to the sky tonight,
through the fog and through the smog,
I can't help but think about this young girl,
Ooooooooh Baby.
--Eddie FloydThese are the words that inspired me to post. On my lunch break, I bought some soul CD's to get me through the rest of the work day ( Read more... )

Sisyphus is approaching the summit.

Mighty Sparrow Brings Joy To Textbook Employees

I was just exploring the exquisite website created by Mikelius Lovatomus, and I agree, the time has come for the resurrection of the songwriter's club. I wiggle my fingers as a motion to do so.

Corey looks like ( Read more... )