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    If a tree falls in my yard while I’m at Best Buy getting a new TV, will it make a sound?

    I guess the cats would probably hear it. I hesitate to publicize this, but the irony given my rants against Ameren isn’t lost on me. Every day (except Xmas) since late last week, troupes of tree trimmers have been at work on my block. All the trucks have magnetic signs on them (as pictured above) that say “Ameren Reliability Improvement Project”. How subtle. If they would only trim that branch which is nowhere near the power lines but looks like it could fall on my house, I would be really happy. Actually, I don’t think it’s possible for Ameren to make me happy, short of never EVER having another power…

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    Empowered!

    When I turned on my cell phone this morning, I found a message from my neighbors reporting that the power was back on! See, people….just throw your wish out into the blogosphere and it will come true. If only! I’d be blogging lottery numbers on a daily basis. Then I’d win and could buy a generator the size of my garage. I’d have the whole block covered next time we are plunged into darkness. Anyway, I am very grateful to have made it through this latest power outage relatively unscathed. (Save for 3 days of crabbiness, which didn’t scathe me but certainly scathed Roy, my coworkers and my friends. Sorry…

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    Powerless

    (My house, in nicer weather and before I killed the lawn.) Somber blog post alert. Read only if you are up for a rant. I’ve not been much of a blogger lately. For awhile I was busy getting ready for Rock*n*Roll Craft Show and working on wedding invitations for a friend. Then I was tied up at work, doing things like, you know, attempting to start a crusade against unflattering office lighting. (Kidding. I actually do have a lot going on at work right now. But flourescent lighting really IS the enemy of anyone over 30 that gives a damn what they look like at work.) And now, when I…

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    The Workspace Formerly Known as My Dining Room

    Yes, after 3 1/2 years, my house is still very much a work in progress. As the continuing saga of my attempts to simplify (ha) and organize (hahahahahahaha) unfolds, I improvise. The studio space has been partially unburied by my VERY generous and patient boyfriend, but until I purge, say, 300 books, the dining room table remains my primary work space. Today I cut, scored and bound almost 200 pages. No, I didn’t cut them one by one, but scoring does have to be done a page at a time. (Mark, score, score again, erase.) It took about 8 hours. And for what, you ask? Check out my new “Albums” page to…

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    My Guiltiest Pleasure, Unmasked

    While in Austin in early October, I took a stroll through my favorite independent book store, Book People. As someone who enjoys rambling about my own literary choices (gee….can ya tell?), I also like reading about the choices of others, so I often check out the staff picks. A long time magazine junkie, I sprinted toward the extensive magazine section, where I was surprised to spot a staff pick sign. I laughed out loud when I realized that Amy’s pick was my beloved Us Weekly! Okay, Us Weekly is hardly a “literary choice”. Some people watch television when they want to veg out. I read Us Weekly. I think of…