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Slow Glass
... and I start thusly, because these were the scattered thoughts I jotted down while my brother and I drove from Ottawa, Ontario to Fredericton, New Brunswick. That was on the 26th; by the end of that day, I was essentially disconnected to Teh Intarwebs, with the exception of my phone. Said phone has become unhappy with me, so I probably will be looking to the tender mercies of Nova Scotian libraries until I return to Chicago on Saturday.
Still, I want to let you know where my head was at during the first day of the road trip, and I reach into the past for those thoughts. Here are the first crop, presented in the same disconnected mode in which they were generated. More may follow on Thursday, when I can once again escape to the library:( they are under the cut. It's not a fake cut, it's a real cut. Why do people call it fake? )
... and I start thusly, because these were the scattered thoughts I jotted down while my brother and I drove from Ottawa, Ontario to Fredericton, New Brunswick. That was on the 26th; by the end of that day, I was essentially disconnected to Teh Intarwebs, with the exception of my phone. Said phone has become unhappy with me, so I probably will be looking to the tender mercies of Nova Scotian libraries until I return to Chicago on Saturday.
Still, I want to let you know where my head was at during the first day of the road trip, and I reach into the past for those thoughts. Here are the first crop, presented in the same disconnected mode in which they were generated. More may follow on Thursday, when I can once again escape to the library:( they are under the cut. It's not a fake cut, it's a real cut. Why do people call it fake? )
