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i’m reading sophomore papers on “murders in the rue morgue” … i’m walking in a cold wind … i’m wondering about the origins of the hebrew language … i’m extending my arm and looking out the office window … i’m listening to a friend’s ridiculous notion … let the cat grade the papers … i’m pricked and bleed into a vial … i’m replying to a mother’s concern about her son’s discussion board grade … i’m thinking about the leaves on the roof and the drains … i’m opening boxes that came in the mail … more books! … i’m driving through grayslake all the way to hainesville waiting for the appointment … it’s semitic & afro-asiatic … i’m watching the maintenance crew pick up paper & garbage from last night’s game … they call out in spanish in english … i’m in walgreens for a bottle of water, some shoe polish, a cheap battery-driven pencil sharpener … it works swell … i’m on the phone with a sick but getting well friend … i think this should be stuck to my wall in constant view or recorded to shuffle up irregularly often to hear … i’m eating more of last night’s mostaccioli … i’m realizing i’ll never have time to read all these books … i’m watching a stupid will ferrell movie … i’m reading sadness … i’m reading the newspaper … i’m exploring podcasts from the k12 online conference and sending some links off to school colleagues … i’m brushing the cat … i’m reading more student papers … i’m thinking the garden needs some attention, some ripping out … i’m trying to spell mostaccioli … i’m thinking it’s fragile or tough … i’m brooding about a former student … i’m thinking life is a wicked joyful risky grim romp … and magic yes magic … take care … i’m considering the future in the form of tomorrow and the next day … i’m asking god to have mercy though i may not deserve it - the others do … i’m staring at something … no, it’s nothing …