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September 11th, 2009

I have neglected this page for an awfully long time, but as the rest of Clansullivan seems to be throwing a
 tizzy and refusing to upload photo's this is my only recourse. Updating this page is my only hope, as it were
 to feel that I have accomplished some task, be it small or great, and have therefore reaped some small
 reward for the time I've spent on this site today. 
    James is over, and Shyanne is probing him for some idea of his fashion sense. As James has probably never 
considered this question before, I hope for some amusement from this exercise. Other inhabitants of the 
great downstairs include Siobhan, who has been much more productive than me to day, even managing to
almost complete her bridesmaid dress for Shyanne's wedding. So much for my company. I myself have a
 bridesmaid dress to make, and although my basic design has been figured out I have still a few particulars
to pin down before starting operations. This frontpage problem, however, will bug me until I can figure it out
 and get my pictures posted, and as a result tomorrow will probably be spent in fixing it, if that seems at all possible.

April 13th, 2009 

    I draw from the chaos of speech which whirls about this room that burgers may be on the menu for lunch. This gives me the inspiration to keep this short which I may otherwise have called upon in vain when in the midst of witticisms and the strange draw of this keyboard. 
    I have a little less than a week to catch up on. Last Saturday stands out more than any other day, so I will probably focus in that. What, you may say, was there to set last Saturday apart from Wednesday, Sunday, or Thursday? I will answer; last Saturday was my first time at passing out tracts. Passing out tracts is not as intimidating as one might think. Actually, it's not really intimidating at all. One merely asks all passersby if they would like a tract, it is the most fun to find the scariest looking of those passing by and ask them. They usually accept the tract and look slightly surprised. One man gave me two lollipops in return. It was slightly strange, but he seemed to mean well. After tracting we went to Brad and Sarah Congdon's house for lunch. They had all kinds of burgers and an assortment of side dishes and salads, which were quite welcome. We got a tour of their place before lunch and went down to see their lake and some of the surrounding area. They are renovating a large building which was built with pegs and used to be a dairy barn. It looks sort of like a hotel inside, although it's not yet finished and is covered with sheetrock in most places. They are planning to hold reunions there, and it looks absolutely  ideal for such an endeavor. 
    Siobhan, Nate, and Nat have been here for the last few days and are about leave on their return journey to Redding. Shyanne, Ruth, and myself are intending to follow them down on Friday.

 April 7th, 2009

    I sit here with a cup of tea at my right hand and a laptop in front of me. This, I think, is a traditional setting for the writing of anything public, and I find that in this case tradition's origins are not enigmatic. A laptop in the right hands produces a world of private history, but add a cup of tea and the whole person, relaxed and satisfied, leans into the chair, a wise expression drifts across the countenance, the mouth unhinges, and soliloquy emerges from the most retracted individual. Take the proceeding paragraph for instance, as an introduction it focuses entirely to long on far to simple a thought, namely: "Tea is a soothing primer of the vocal chords." 
    I have never had a blog before. My experience at reading other peoples has, however, taught me two things: first, that a blog has striking similarities to a journal. Second, that this journal is public and the public eye does not spare anything that falls under it's critical gaze. My conclusion: Never, under any circumstance, put a comments section on a blog. It can only lead to the mortification of finding that someone completely unexpected has scrutinized, weighed in the balance, and found wanting, that which was written while sitting alone in the obscurest corner of an empty house. But I digress.
    My future promises to be busy. Nate, Siobhan, and Nat are coming for a visit this Friday, a tracting trip to Portland is planned for Saturday, and a week from Friday Shyanne, Ruth, and I intend to take a trip down to Redding. This means that I will be seeing Nat quite a bit in the next two weeks. As a certain Blonde elf so deftly put it, "I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this thing." Of course there's no denying that this "certain elf"  was a bit dramatic in all her dealings, but what do you expect from a Blonde? I have perceived that all well-kept blogs come with illustrations, and I will take this allusion to LOTR as an excuse to post something from that cinematic masterpiece.