February 6th is Kit Marlowe's 443rd !birthday. (That's "birthday, implied.") As with Shakespeare, we have only an approximation of the actual date.
Next year is the 444th anniversary of both men's birth. I have something special planned, but it might arrive a month or two late.
In other news, I appear to have undergone a skill jump with the guitar this week. Weird how that happens. You toil and toil and then something comes clear, BANG!, and it's usually after giving up on actually mastering it and moving on to the thing beyond it anyway.
I wonder how different my life would have been if I had understood that before I was thirty.
My hands feel different, too. I mean, I'm developing guitarist forearms and hands (muscle definition!), but after five months of practice, I can feel the increased strength and flexibility in--especially--my left hand.
It reminds me that I should really get back to yoga-before-bed.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight
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whips, chains, whistles, dildos, and a book.
So I flew down to Galveston to run in the Galveston half-marathon with
stillsostrange on Sunday, and also to do Writer Things and confab…
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i'm gonna give all that i've got to give. cross my heart and i hope to live.
First, I must shill! I will be appearing as a call-in guest on the Flyover Zone radio show today at noon my time, 11 Central. We will be talking…
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bring the noise
Airborne bear! Here I am at the finish line of the St. Paul Monster dash half marathon last weekend. We anyways look our best in race photos.
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