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When I was a child, there was one thing I could count on: my father was always the first person awake in the house. He had, what my mother termed, “alarm phobia”—often waking at least five, if not ten or fifteen minutes early. He would get dressed, go downstairs, read the newspaper, eat breakfast, and […] Slowly, but surely, I am getting caught up on my email and other crap. I still have the work email accounts to check, but I’m a little bit scared to look at them. Right now I’m at what used to be the “Gay Diedrichs,” but is now the gay Dazbog—a coffee shop located at 9th […] I guess it is safe to say that Christmas is, essentially, here. There’s one last night in Weimar before I head off to the States for a short period of time when I will see my parental units, siblings, and nephews. I suspect that it will be just like previous years, for the most part. […] Sorry about the long absence: Dial-up is too slow to upload pictures and the weather discouraged me from walking over to Perk Hill—Christmas Eve morning a storm blew in, rattling the trees and making it uncomfortable to walk. Later in the day, just before the house descended into chaos, it snowed again. Today I made […] Recently, on one of my trips to the States, I was at a coffee shop where 100% of the male clientele was gay and 80% of the females were lesbians. I was there to get some work done. The cool part was that there was a guy there who I thought was cute. I mean, […] |
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