I am a freelancer in the publishing industry, so words are very important to me. I'm a leftist living in a world gone mad, so politics are very important to me. I'm an environmentalist living in a degrading world, so pick up your damn trash, get rid of your gas guzzlers, and don't touch ANWR, you self-absorbed capitalists!
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No, I am not dead (although my body would disagree). And, hey, it's only been two days, right? But this week I have been painting the living room (17 x 17 ft) and the dining room (14 x 14 ft). The rooms were Bright Yellow and dark Apothecary Green, respectively, so I have had to do one coat of primer (to block the original color) and two coats of new color (Classic Taupe and Aztec Brick [aka terracotta], again, respectively). Three coats per room, people! (Actually, I still have one coat of Aztec Brick to do).
As I did all this painting, I listened to NPR. So I have:
Heard Seamus Heaney recite his poetry
Heard astronauts chatter ebulliently on the moon (you should listen, it's pretty cute)
Heard a recording of WB Yeats reciting one of his poems (he sounds like Gandalf!)
Heard about the new digging for Jimmy Hoffa's body
Heard Nicholas Kristof tell harrowing tales of his visits to Darfur
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