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      9.10.2000/08:00  
Good news for us joggers.
  9.10.2000/06:55      
Wow! The rain in New Iberia yesterday made national news.
9.10.2000/06:40        
This is a very cool picture.
        9.10.2000/06:25
"The association does not carry out the service itself." Aw, shucks, I knew there had to be a catch.
9.10.2000/06:15        
Looking for Dodgers tickets?
      9.10.2000/06:10  
Brides to be.
    9.10.2000/06:05    
It's been a tough year for devotees of the Astros, so I take my baseball pleasure these days from reading Sheila's Web Site and pretending I'm a Mariner's fan.
9.9.2000/11:15        
Today is Susan's birthday, always an exciting time...although not quite as special as last year, when it was on 9.9.99.
        9.9.2000/11:11
I'll never use hairspray again, I promise.
      9.9.2000/11:10  
Are you fashion-conscious and alert enough to spot a trend?
9.9.2000/11:05        
Reading this made me want to go to an SMU football game.
    9.8.2000/04:40    
I could spend hours at this very interesting photographic site, which aims to re-shoot in modern times Paris sites photographed by the legendary Eugene Atget in the first quarter of the twentieth century.
9.8.2000/04:30        
Less than three weeks to wait!
      9.8.2000/04:25  
Save the rain forests of Peru.
        9.8.2000/04:20
Hey, I'm jealous...this is a really nice website on the birds of Oklahoma.
9.8.2000/04:10        
Discovered at last! I always knew it! I'm sure that this submarine has come up the Bayou Teche in New Iberia.
Though no one has actually ever seen a submarine in the Bayou Teche (all to the best, as the reason for a submarine is after all secrecy), ever since I was a little kid we have all known there must be one lurking there. When I was in grade school in the fifties, the submarine was German, still lingering in our waters despite the end of the World War II. Somewhere during the Cold War, the sub turned Russian on us. And at the last, it is revealed to be a dope sub.
The fact that the Bayou Teche is hardly deep enough to submerge an unwanted washing machine has never led us to waver from our deep-felt conviction that we were being stalked by subs. And now we have what amounts to proof. Well, almost...
        9.7.2000/18:50
My suggestion: visit Quebec City right after this, and you get not only a wonderful destination but who knows what stories!
    9.7.2000/12:40    
Thanks to my friend Jason for this lead on pickle juice in the news.
  9.7.2000/12:35      
Goosed.
      9.7.2000/06:25  
Crow City.
9.7.2000/06:00        
Hi, Mom! What's for dinner?
  9.6.2000/03:25      
CNBC's site is a treat for biz junkies.
    9.6.2000/03:20    
Great news! You can now shop online if your dog needs a hat or boots.
      9.5.2000/07:30  
So. Last night I stumbled to the thermostat and pushed the button, plink, down one degree, make it a little cooler, and on the way back to my bed fuzzy-headed thoughts of how insanse our current lifestyle is, unsustainable and extractive, etc. etc.
Someone shoveling just a bit more coal into the generating plant because I dropped the artificial cooling by a degree, and we can get away with it because the people who will be most affected by it can't do anything to stop me, they live in the future.
Will they forgive us? Will they be angry at us for having used up the fossil fuels so fast, or madder yet that we used them at all? How primitive and foolish will they think us? Will they pity us?
Will they forgive us?
9.5.2000/07:25        
George W. Bush, holding onto something that he understands.
  9.4.2000/21:30      
The weblog Kestrel's Nest recently observed its first birthday. More than any other weblog, that is the one that made me want to have a weblog of my own and give birth to Poor Clio...which itself will be a half-year old at the first of the month. Happy birthday, Eric, and thanks for 12 months of inspiring weblogging.
      9.4.2000/17:30  
Forest fires. Record high temperatures in some parts of the country while other spots are unseasonably cool. Species out of range...I see turtles bellying along the highway searching for their old, remembered, missing water holes, and geckos on the sidewalk instead of in books about sub-Saharan Africa.
It's frightening. Global warming just might be a real thing. Acrid haze and smoke in my nostrils and watering my eyes, from a fire in the drying marsh.
It's getting to be like the second reel of an end-of-the-world movie out there. Not the first reel, either. The second reel. Scary.