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RELEASED: SMR 2/2 goes to print TODAY! (I now return to my regularly scheduled life in progress.)

With me now: Take a deep breath.  Hold it.  Release … and … relax.  Emphasis on the release.  I am proud to announce that Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue – volume 2, issue 2 has finally been sent to the printer this morning.  This issue “Food” themed, and our “Featured Monkey” is Matt Barre, a Boston area […]

Ethos Organic Boiled Peanuts

Ok, so I feel like my last post was a cop-out. Really I just wanted to post the link to the bag thing. Sorry about that. The past couple weeks I’ve been slammed, both at work & at home. We’ve been trying to wrap the August issue of Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue by TOMORROW so that […]

In like a lion, out like a…lion.

Wow. Where the heck did March go? When it started, it was with a bang and a mad dash. Four steps into April, and it’s only barely slowing down. But that’s not necessarily bad. Just exhausting. So first, some updates. About a month ago, a friend was diagnosed with cancer. After surgery & starting chemo, […]

FLAIR-apy and monkeys.

It’s about 3 a.m. I am exhausted, as any normal human being should be at this hour. But I don’t know if I’ll get to sleep within the hour even. And I have work tomorrow. (Today.) Fortunately I’ll be going in later since I have a late morning optometrist appointment. But still, yuck. So why […]

it takes some good to make it hurt

I swear, my head is about to explode. Or something. The past few days have been a constant emotional roller coaster. Starting with Saturday, I actually got some work done in my (lame excuse for a) garden. Mostly I just weeded, but I also spread out some plants and generally just felt good about accomplishing […]

torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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