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A Reality-based blognovel .:'*anonyMoses*':.Carpe Diem, quod mimimum credula postero.Eheu fugaces labuntur anni....si sic omnes…Quam ben vivas, refet, non quam diu.Bis vivat qui bene vivat.“Writing, when properly managed, (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a different name for conversation.” - Laurence Sterne, Tristram Shandy (1759) The end, once upon a time, was just the beginning…

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IT’S BIG WORD TIME! The big word for this hour is: picaresque A literary term which refers to novels that portray the nether side of life, as opposed to the Romance, which tends to portray an idealized view of life. Named after “picaro”, the Spanish word for “rogue”. Het eind, eens op een tijd, was enkel het begin. * * * Oops Iraqalypse! Bush will burn your passport... ...and kill your

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Surreal has got to be the weirdest man alive, bar none. I have a knack for magnetizing the strange and wondrous, but in the case of Surreal McCoy…I truly did hit pay dirt. Surreal McCoy combines the genius of Mozart with the genius of Leonardo, the genius of Charlie Chaplin, and the genius of Hank Williams, and then mixes all these geniuses into a stew out of which sprang the new model for the

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Ra Bourbon is descended from a very ancient family of high European royal stock. And why he ever wanted to have anything to do with me is a complete mystery. Maybe it has something to do with my rather Sufi tendency to regard deference with a healthy nonchalance, and that he was not terribly used to such openness. Or maybe he just shares my soft spot for cats, since, after all, a cat was

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There are actually two Colonels in Charlotte. At least. I only know two. Surreal McCoy and Jay Zeus. Of the two, only Jay Zeus was actually called “The Colonel”. For my part, I never understood the attraction to the title. Probably a Southern thing. Now I’m not sure whether either one of them is a certifiable Colonel, nor do I even know what one would have to do to become one. I think it has

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The oven isn’t really named Wayback. We just called it that, after we realized that if you opened it before it ran its course, you would be thrown back in time. And you’d be standing in front of a coal stove, a pot-belly stove, a campfire, or whatever was an appropriate equivalent at the time. Getting back was often a bitch. And were it not for the fact that the effect would wear off after an

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November 2, 2004 The Day the Changed the Universe Woke up late today. Gonna go change the universe. Watch me vote... Back now. Voted. Waiting for the results. There were long lines at the pools today. Should be a good sign. The many are more important than the few. For my side, I am feeling a bit laconic. Maybe even a bit Laocoontic. Were Laocoon to sculpt me today, I would be just as twisted

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November 3, 2004 Housewife's Day Sandwich Day Dennis Miller’ Birthday 4 of Diamonds Darkening of the Light "Ambition makes them greedy, and mediocrity makes them cheat and lie." - Anonymoses Hyperlincoln The world sinks further into darkness. This election seals our fate. It is not pretty. Ching Throws… Well. It’s really over. Not saying that I am happy about the outcome, but I am glad

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November 4, 2004 Sadie Hawkins Day King Tut Day Diamond 3 Wednesday. A 3 of Diamonds day. Thomas Bleever. Now he was a 3 of Diamonds… Thomas Bleever Thomas Bleever was a doubter. A real doubting Thomas. He was also a full occupant of what is known as the third circuit, or the third tunnel-reality. This has a lot to do with his doubting. Thomas Bleever was not always a doubter. When he was a

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BLOWINGROCK Saturday. Most strange that this would be “Marooned without a compass day”. For two reasons, at least. One reason is that, even though I wanted to come home yesterday, I was being asked if I could stay yet another day on top of the one I had already surrender to. I felt marooned in the sense that I really couldn’t just walk home. But the other reason is pretty uncanny too, as I was

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Reaping the Whirlwind A day or two before I went up to the mountaintop, I blew off some steam about the election, wherein I talked about inheriting the wind, and reaping the whirlwind. I’ll see if I can dig it out for ya. Anyway…guess what met me in the mountains, but an almost constant supply of massive winds, relentlessly blowing and blowing, as if to say, “Here’s your order, Mr. Hyperlincoln

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A few weeks ago, I was talking to some fellow Democratic bloggers, and we were discussing what to do if Kerry became the president. The consensus was this: Hit the ground, running. In other words...get to work making the world a better place. It's what Democrats do best. Republicans are the ones who are good at destroying the world...being, basically, agents of Satan. As agents of God,

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CharlotteTalks Charlotte, like most cities, has talk radio. Interesting talk radio. Not as good as New York, but pretty darned good. Mike Collins, Brad Krantz, Bob Raiford, John-boy and Billy…the list goes on. It is a conversation taking place on the airwaves, and in my case, it serves as a daily source of inspiration, as I listen while surfing the blogosphere and net looking for yet more

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November 8, 2004 Well, here it is, at the close of day, the close of week. Monday morning, already. Early early Monday morning. And I have been writing like a fool today. Wrote more today than I have on any other day, by far. I wonder if you know where I did all this writing. Not sure if I care one way or the other. Or whether or not I should care. Suffice it to say that the deed was done, and I

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We have reached a milestone in our little project. We have cleared the 40,000 word hurdle, and are now hurtling toward the finish line. I must confess that I do feel a tremendous relief at having reached this point in my career. As will you, dear reader, when you take up the pen, so to speak, and mount the NaNoWriMo challenge, as you must do before years end next. To fail to do so will result in

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November 21, 2004 False Confession Day World Hello Day Magritte, Voltaire and Bjork Sunday. It’s the birthday of Magritte, Voltaire and Bjork. Must be something in the water on this day, to have birthed such creativity. Thanksgiving This month we have tried to get out fill of the myriad holidays that are celebrated in the festive month of November. And now, I must confessed to being a little

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