Friday, December 12, 2003

Dear Editor, I never thought I'd be writing this, but...

During particularly laborious workdays I like to wander out on the Lounge. After sliding the door closed behind me, I'll sit on one of the wooden chairs, or walk to the railing and survey the neighbourhood. I'll see the bagpipe man practicing, or the teenage girls two houses over who sing songs from the Fame soundtrack, or Pritchard skinning and eating a stray cat.

Occasionally I'll contemplate sending a letter to Jean Chr├ętien.

Would you believe that Christopher Alexander gets no love? Nor does Jane Jacobs, probably cause she loves that writhing pit of bacchanalia known as T-dot.

C'mon Kev, let's play King Pedro with our new cards.


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