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Hey folks: I need to learn how to use an override to force ALL my links — Friends pages, Links pages, and any links within entries — to open in new windows. I thought I could do this by switching to an S1 style (I’m using Magazine) and inserting this code: GLOBAL_HEAD

I do in Ohio that I don’t do at home: 1. Drink Kroger coffee, the pre-ground kind, from a can. 2. Watch television. I have seen more episodes of the various incarnations of CSI and Law and Order than I care to enumerate. 3. Read catalogs featuring items like this and

I was at a Starbucks this morning (shut up, I know — I’m away from home), getting a caffeine infusion before heading back to my parents’ place. There was a Polaroid on the wall of three crew members, or associates, or team players, or whatever they call their staff. All three were in uniform with [...]

I added more photos to the Spain set over on Flickr. Fashion, street scenes, vague attempts at artiness. I can’t believe it’s been over a month since the show. I want to go back.

LJ friends, In the third picture you can also see organizer extraordinaire Florentino (now corrected, thanks Marino! my bad memory for names…) and super talented artist Pau (for whom I need to write a script…) More Spain pictures to come.

Slowly on the mend, I think. Lots of sleep is definitely helping. Also, Mom gets every mail-order catalog known to humanity, so I’ve been mindlessly paging through them, looking at the pretty pictures. I’m glad that the latest McSweeney’s was a typical day’s mail, including a couple of catalogs. Now every time I see something [...]

That’s right. Get on an airplane! In a little more than five hours. I can’t decide if it’ll be better if I try to sleep some, or worse.

the kind of sore throat where every single time you swallow (which you avoid as much as possible), you wince involuntarily. And your tonsils are swollen and they feel like they’re not attached, but instead caught in your throat. I remember now.

Last night we watched Lawn Dogs. There were some very strong performances from Sam Rockwell and Mischa Barton (she was ten, I think it was her first major role), some very well-done sequences, but a lot that Just.Didn’t.Work. Something about the tone felt wrong — powerful, but wrong — and it was only after I [...]

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