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Friday, September 13, 2002

Word of the Day for Friday, September 13, 2002:
triskaidekaphobia \tris-ky-dek-uh-FOH-bee-uh\, noun: a morbid fear of the number 13 or the date Friday the 13th --triskaidekaphobic, adjective and noun; triskaidekaphobe, noun

Sorry to all of you triskaidekaphobes out there... but happy Friday the 13th!

posted by Donna, 9/13/2002 07:02:24 AM
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Thursday, September 12, 2002

Redesigned! Did you check out April's fresh new look yet? I love it!

April and I seem to be on the same cycle as far as redesigns go. I'm still holding out until I can sit down and hack away at some CSS. (It finally clicked yesterday and I can truly say that I understand it now.)

posted by Donna, 9/12/2002 08:51:59 PM
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Still counting my blessings. It's been less than a month since we bought our brand new Saturn and some idiot in a big truck smashed right into it in the parking lot at Hubby's workplace. [more]

posted by Donna, 9/12/2002 08:46:57 PM
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Wednesday, September 11, 2002

Sensory Overload. What more can I write that hasn't already been written about the tragedies of exactly one year ago? I'm sure there were hundreds of terabytes of bandwidth being moved today over the internet about this very subject in every media imaginable. Networks broadcasted today's commemorative events all over the country in between rebroadcasts of footage from that fateful day. Radio stations played excerpts of people's reactions to the horrific attack on America. People screaming, crying, the sound of fear and grief thick in their voices. [more]

posted by Donna, 9/11/2002 09:48:13 PM
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Sunday, September 08, 2002

It's so good to be back. Whenever I take a break from dance, I forget how good it feels to be moving to the plunk of the Sanshin, gliding across the floor with tabi-clad feet, becoming totally and completely absorbed in the music. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of the face despite the air conditioning unit that hums in the corner of the dojo and my muscles feel that old familiar tightness that comes from forcing proper dance posture on a body that's too accustomed to slouching. [more]

posted by Donna, 9/8/2002 09:42:47 PM
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