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I'm going minimalist--both in my real life and my online life. It's the only way to keep everything I have going on sane and in focus--trips to Goodwill, Salvation Army, used book stores, local churches and eBay help to eliminate the junk I've accumulated in the last year. I must winnow the chaff, keep the wheat. That's just a metaphor, you know, because in reality, I've already dumped the wheat because I clearly have a sensitivity--by eliminating wheat I've dropped four sizes, but that's for another entry (with sexy photos). (Okay, not sexy, just thinner, keep your pants on.)

So this is the new front page. It's bland, unexceptional and extremely similar to format of The Insult. Hey, I never promised you a rose garden, nor did I ever claim to be your graphic artist.

So there it is. HERE it is. My new test entry. Love it or leave it.

I'll be back later with the FBI story and why I pulled it all those pages down in a frenzy of fear that tasted like steel in my mouth, the Chicago story and why I just might be going back (omigodpleaseyes), the baby story and why I may have changed my mind, and the Johnny Knoxville story and why I have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy.

These stories are lively, compelling, and perfectly suited for a world bursting with absurdity and paradox.

Or so I like to believe. Hush, you.

I work deep into the night, just for you.