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Stumpage Reports
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Sunday, May 18, 2003 :::
I Did Not Puke, and Other Positive Events
Saturday afternoon I went to my departmental graduation where I got a real diploma. The usual cast was there. I walked across the stage and got my diploma and fulfilled all of my criteria for a succesful public appearance:
1. My fly was zipped up.
2. I didn't throw up.
3. I didn't fall down.
I got together with Gaffa Chick Saturday night. She was in town for some conference. I hadn't seen her for a year and a half and we enjoyed coffee, good conversation, and too many cigarettes until the wee hours. Then this afternoon I met up with Former Boss Guy From Charlotte and we enjoyed coffee, good conversation, and too many cigarettes, but not until the wee hours. A damn good weekend, and I even put in a few hours at work.
Quote of the Day:
Up from the skeleton stone walls, up from the rotting floor boards and solid hand-hewn beams of oak of the pre-war cotton factory, dusk came. Up from the dusk the full moon came. Glowing like a fired pine-knot, it illumined the great door and soft showered the Negro shanties aligned along the single street of the factory town. The full moon in the great door was an omen. Negro women improvised songs against its spell.
--- Jean Toomer, Blood-Burning Moon, 1923.
::: posted by tom at 11:00 PM
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