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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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I really dig that last post. Like water from my fingers sometimes, it just flows.

In any event, still mired in non-computer land. How did this happen?? I can only say that I am but one consumer of a very large, large computer business. Should this thing go decidedly South, expect a blistering report of everything gone wrong.

Got to go, Buckley is barking at the swing set.

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