On cold, winter-ish mornings like these, when everything is quiet, I like to put on a button-down sweater, palm my tea mug, stroke my beard (I have one now, for the next ten days or so), and get into the vibe of the great writers of yore. Not that I think blogging is the same as writing, but there's still plenty of blank page staring. And sometimes, I think, "Man, I should get a… read more







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