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decembering
Into a false winter where the sun still feels a balmy 69 then sets when it damn please.
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skeleton time
It’s that time of the year! to Alas, Poor Yorick pumpkins…
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birthday cave
Wednesday was Arthur’s birthday.
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the middle highway
Who knows how many times the collection had been shifted till at last stars aligned and mind and no mind met Arizona highways?
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above and beyond!
Well, lookee this! My horsehead antics at Yomicon won me an award! Here’s what my nominator had to say about my services: Read more about my new job at my portfolio site, megholle.com.
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help us help you help us
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my new job
Yomicon—”reading con”—is an annual anime/manga/cosplay event for teens at the Austin Public Library. The free five-hour event features geeky crafts, gaming, costume and art contests, Magic, Minecraft, manga drawing workshops and tons of nerd swag. They asked for staff volunteers; they got a creepy horse galomping about, nuzzling shrieking children. I worked the photo booth,…
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Arkansas Adventure
For Memorial Day Weekend we went to Hot Springs, Arkansas, famed for its ancient, bubbling waters the one-time cure-all of baseball players, gangsters and the frail elite, the ailing down-and-out, too. While some original offerings are intact—spas in the historic buildings along Bathhouse Row—tourist trap attractions have taken hold in haunted street tours, the duck-bus-boat-things…
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new map
Where do I begin?
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Chapter Next: Austin, TX
Librarians, we’re the worst, we never rest, men in black will march to the reference desk, muzzle cries of access, freedom to read, information privacy, making inner worlds safe for democracy, enriched and courageous, one worth embracing.
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trophies
Time does things. Knots your bootstraps and puts you to sleep.
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love is hell
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oh my.
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murder, before I die
This cheery afternoon the crows are nowhere to be found, but I make the best of laced boots and prowl my old ‘hood.
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annual xmas feats of strength
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concrete christmas
Have a happy one!
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lionsitting
We stirred magic capsules in a cauldron of water till they turned into foam bugs.
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to the victor go the spoilage
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observantory
This time we go west, wave at Fredericksburg as we pass, into the deep expanse of desert steppe and mesas.
