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Each bar of our prison the rounding of a didn't up to a can't.

Romanticism is preferring while still deploring the opposite, sentimental practice of translating can happen as will.

Can as hasn't definitely not happened.

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Self-reflection's understandably quickening at two weeks from my 30th (to be spent in S. Carolina at another grad school visit).

I've been reading over what old papers I still have. Amazing how little I wince at them. Not that they're especially good, but I'm very forgiving, and of course the ideal reader--getting all jokes etc. The amazement's because I can't stand ones I just wrote. It's always all wrong, not at all what I meant or nothing a reader could ever understand.

The two surviving from about ten years ago amuse me most. What a terrible student I was then. Such a contempt for the paper-writing process. Ironically making them much better, as structured papers. Few ideas, drawn out to great length via examples. Hated citing just as much then, though, apparently. And how angry and humorous. I don't mean funny, necessarily, but finding things funny and framing them for humor. Heh, if I'd been funnier maybe I wouldn't have abandoned that sensibility.

( Me at 20: )

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The Democrats won Congress by a landslide in my dream this morning, influenced by Spring weather coming in the window. Wil Wheaton was the MC who gave the news, but whatever.

Checked pollingreport.com and was happy to see Bush in the %30s for approval in the last nine polls--highest in Fox's of course.