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i have a certain phone number memorized. once upon a time the person on the other end of the line and i were close friends. and then things happened and we didn't talk anymore. one day, after a long time i called it and i found that the other phone had been disconnected.so those 10 digits that i know by heart can do absolutely no good now.but at least once every week i still dial them, just in

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... that all day when i heard people say Billy Mays just died i subconsciously thought they were all saying Willie Mays, and when i actually realized the truth.... i was kind of less sad?

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i know. i know! i hardly ever blog anymore except when i have to say something important. well i have something important to say now.here it is:i am the people for the ethical treatment of old pianos.if you have an elderly baby grand and don't want to have it the solution is simple and that is to give it to me. if instead you decide it is a piece of furniture and only a piece of furniture and let

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and should some why completely weep my father's fingers brought her sleep:vainly no smallest voice might cry for he could feel the mountains grow- e.e. cummings

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here that this remember there now frontwards backward him her why know how either or for do must shall when I who them can't no yes *all this, when some nights all i should be thinking about is all those stars God made.

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Hungry dog. Will sing for people food.

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now, when i say i went deerhunting i really mean i was deerlooking. they are basically the same to me, but to other people deerhunting involves shooting things like deer with things like guns so i try to keep these words separate and distinct when they are in public. always remember: when deerhunting you have to be stealthy like a spy. when deerlooking, you have to be as soundless as winter. to

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no time to say anything but that i have no time to say anything!

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here at the endof myself, isthe place ithoughtyou'dbegin

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I keep mentally and emotionally running into things. Evidently my psyche needs glasses.~ JMK

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somehow when i'm sad i always end up reading Psalms. i read songs David wrote when he was running for his life when he was hiding when he was guilt-ridden down-trodden and broken-hearted. but God was his rock, and so he kept going. and so he kept singing. God is my rock, and so must i do. last night i heard that my friend from school's boyfriend was shot and killed overseas in Iraq. in praying

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yesterday i woke up at 5 and left at 6 to babysit and i used nearly a whole box of tissues in just that hour. which wasn't just allergies like i thought. it hurt like anything to talk by breakfast time which was wonderful for when you're watching children you have to tell everything to twice. i tried to explain that Miss Tina didn't want to have to repeat herself anymore because she didn't feel

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my uncle's daughter had her second child, Noah, on May 20 of last year. my uncle is an alcoholic, and for being chronically depressed he is one of the funniest people you will ever meet. before he stopped calling we used to talk about baseball and the stars. his son Matthew's birthday is also May 20th. and my uncle's father, my grandfather, was born on May 20th. i never got to know my

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sometimes the Beethoven just endlessly races around my head like before i sleep and while i eat and when i wash my hair m dadada Da dadada Da dadada da da da da Da deedlela.... and so on. and on and on and on and on. the Preakness is not helping at all. horses horses horses. horses are all i see these days.last night i got frustrated because i don't know how to deal with feelings. i don't know

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and the thing about the barber is that it's so unlike everything, and so i want to learn it because to me it is like car-horns in a big capital New York letter city where morning starts before you open your eyes and things that happen so fast you can't tell when you're breathing or not, and interruptions that are only rude because they don't know better. i like it in a fascinated way and so

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let it be known in the blogosphere that today is the annual Spinet Appreciation Day; a day which is revered as a sacred and most joyous holiday in Christinaland; a day when the Ancient Faced Amazing O Piano Tuner Man comes back after many months of untuned drought and musical famine; a day which we celebrate by wearing lucky black bucket hats and practicing everything nonstop and hardly blog at

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Pianist: Israela Margalit

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well, today we played fun new games starting with Splish Splash Taking A Bath Hey It's No Fair That We Have To Be Wet And You Don't So HERE. very soon after, that was followed by I Dump Whole Containers of Nesquik Powder On My Still Wet Head And The Floor For Fun. but i'm sure i can't blame anyone on that one. who knew those things completely exploded when shaken violently? who knew we were

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as a matter of fact it is. isn't it fantastic? like an aristocratic way to say fuzzball. like what the spanish call soccer except different. like a word you get strangely fascinated with when your mind has been sucked out by the evil PBS aliens and replaced with tv flavored sweet and rotten city goo.

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i've been nannying three little kids every morning through afternoon for two whole days in a row which seems to be going well so far. yesterday we played Punch Each Other In the Eye With the Foosball Table Rods, before going out to play in the windy yard and playing Don't Tell Christina I Have Allergies So Later It Looks Like She Punched Me In The Face. starting fresh today, after breakfast we

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if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)haveone. It will not be a pansy heaven nora fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley butit will be a heaven of blackred rosesmy father will be(deep like a rosetall like a rose)standing near my(swaying over hersilent)with eyes which are really petals and seenothing with the face of a poet really whichis a flower and not a face withhandswhich

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the little boy is visiting his grandma and didn't come for piano lessons today.so i baked, and cooked, and sang.the Cardinals are tied in Cincinnatti, 5th inning.i practiced the Beethoven sonata. through and through.my back aches.i can spell everything in the world but Cincinnatti.... Cincinnati... Cinderella...anyway, none of that's important. except the Beethoven, the Beethoven's important.if

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today i made two kinds of cookies.i danced around and Frank Sinatra sang Summer Wind.creatures of all kinds watched through the windows.

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