November 4th, 2000

	. Well. These calendars have always annoyed me...but I don't know why. Something to do with a piece of paper telling me what sort of reaction to have to a given situation, I guess. This one was a gift from someone who used to spend ample time sitting at this desk, using this computer, and so it was displayed (yes, for his sake) despite the fact that it bugged me everytime I looked at it. I noticed that it hadn't been changed for several days and proceeded to tear off pages without reading the words. My hand was poised above the trash when I caught site of those two words: "out there" and I just had to stop myself. It's typical of the sort of rhetoric that usually chafes me...but it also made me laugh in light of the fact that I had decided to turn this page back on earlier today. . Who's to blame? . The piece of paper tells me to look inward. . Buddy, tell me something I don't know. siempre, Shy . Addendum:Something tells me this is the new direction...something of a scrapbook, something of The Tattooed Hand, something of the flotsam and jetsam I collect along the way. Better here than on my kitchen table, I say. Copyright SMQ 2000

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