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I own property in Maine. It’s a small acre. Well, I mean it’s just an acre. I suppose an acre can’t really be large or small — it’s just exactly what it is. An acre. Maybe it feels small because the house in which I grew up has long since burned or because the memories of my 18 years are fast-fading or because there are some really terrible memories there that I’ve compressed and compressed in the hopes that the reduction in the amount of waking consciousness (or even cold-packed storage) they take up will somehow correspondingly reduce their importance, and the amount of space they take up. But really, it’s an acre. It’s got a nice view. And a couple of trees. And under the front yard there are giant slabs of granite because there used to be a Cider Press there. I would like a cider press, don’t you think that would be neat? (more…)

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5 weeks is both a very long time, and a very short time. Of course it all depends on context, and perspective. I arrived back in Denver on Thursday night at around 9pm. I was fortunate that getting off the plane was quick, and my suitcase was very early out of the little baggage dumper belt thingy, so the Ladyfriend and I were able to exit quite quickly without too much time hanging around the airport. I’d done enough of that for one day.

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