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I have taken a certain amount of abuse [almost entirely from Samir] for my alleged lethargy regarding my rather un-prolific 'blog.'

From what I understand about blogging (and I'll admit my knowledge is slight), the ideal to strive towards is some form of truth. I don't really like truth, and consequently rarely feel the need to publish it. I find myself questioning not only whether there is any real truth behind this truth movement, but also whether some of blogspot's literary heroes may have become entirely untruthful characters just to maintain an interesting truth. It could all become quite exhausting. My somewhat competetive nature (were I to become an avid blogger) would have me delving into a variety of activities I wouldn't otherwise be interested in just so I could produce sentences like... "friday night we did rails off a dead alligator's tit, and then went skydiving naked just for the fuck of it." At any rate - even if that were true, it wouldn't really be true, until I did it so much that it actually became true, and then I wouldn't really want it to be true anymore.

What is true is that samir drank some wine last night, and was concentrating so hard on posing for a picture that he made himself laugh. uncontrollably. and it was really funny.

I had some leftover stew today, and it was good - maybe even better than the chili.