I am in here.
When I was a child, people always told me, especially in the summertime, how lucky I was to live in a house that had such an incredibly beautiful view of the river, wasn’t it though? I always agreed with them, because it was polite, though I could never see what they saw in a view… … Continue reading the view from our house
[No, I have no idea how long I’m leaving this up here. I may take it down before you even see it.] I had my first drink when I was three. My parents were having a huge party downstairs, and I’d been brought down to say hi, in my jammies. I must have escaped my … Continue reading A bit of my past
In the basement of the house where I grew up was a darkroom, complete with a full set of 1950’s era film and photograph processing machinery. All that was lacking, when Dad and I first went down there with the idea of putting some of the stuff to use, was the necessary chemicals. Dad originally … Continue reading darkroom
So many charges and countercharges of who’s lying to whom, and who started it, and who noticed it first, that I love someone, like David Adesnik, who clears things up with a few ground rules and definitions… OxBlog: This argument does not, however, contradict my assertion below that if the Democrats are consciously lying about … Continue reading Clarifying arguments
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