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It has come to my attention that, yet again, people think I make up the emails I feature in The Mailbag. Granted, I choose which emails I'll respond to publicly, and most often they're the ones that have a) the most spelling errors, and b) the easiest line of rebuttal. It might have something to do with my ego, but I generally don't showcase emails of which I have no ready riposte. Which means that if you write me an email that's blisteringly witty and completely clobbers me, I probably had no comeback didn't get it. Which doesn't mean I make the rest of the emails up.

Quick concert update: If you like the cello, there are, by my careful estimate, thirty of us. Come to hear the Cello Ensemble play works by Casals, Popper, and Villa-Lobos. Wednesday, September 28 at 8 pm at Hellmann Hall.
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I went to school today and missed a school meeting. Luckily, I made it for the catered lunch. As I was eating a sandwich, the guy that was running it kept telling me to take more stuff, so I ended up leaving with three bags of chips. Plopping myself down on the couch in the lounge, I went to the machine, put in a dollar, and pushed Root Beer. Out came two cans. Could my day go any better? Nope! Soda's 80 cents, so I figured I'd try and get my change for the one that I bought: As I pushed the "coin return" button, it gave me back my dollar.

Thinking my day couldn't go any better, I went to my lesson and promptly scratched some varnish off my cello. I was trying to demonstrate a note and my nail dug a deep nick into the table of the cello. A good day shouldn't include one of these. Suddenly, I realized that I had just finished two cans of pop and three bags of chips, so what I was having was actually a bad day. Wish I saw it coming.
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My apologies to those of who came by the site today and found a cryptic message. The message contained, in its entirety, the words "I have". Which makes you wonder, of course, what exactly it is that I have and whether what I had was so boring that I promptly fell asleep only two words into my sentence, with my head resting solidly on the Publish Post button. Though this isn't completely inaccurate: I do have many things that I probably shouldn't bother writing to tell you about. Things like how I have two elbows. I'm not saying you're a tough crowd; it just doesn't come as much of surprise.

Anyway, this morning, the school had a psychologist come in to talk to us. I suppose if anyone needs to talk to one, it's a musician. I think psychologists are basically people who have no friends because they seem to know why you do every single thing that you do.
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If it wasn't for the free wireless, I would never be in the library. I don't think I've ever spent more time in one. The library here tries to be different: The seven computers in the computer lab are named after the deadly sins and the two computers in the Reading Room are called Beelzebub and Faustus -- which all have much to do with underworldly evil. I'm not sure how this is funny. Maybe they're making a statement of how much homage we pay to computers in blank stares and hunched concentration. Maybe they're trying to tell us something about their curriculum. Maybe they're trying too hard.

The weekend has come and gone and my internet time has shrunk to library hours. I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but when I realized my own internet would cost me seventy dollars a month, I decided that I feel okay about it.
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There has been a new addition to my frequent blog-reading. Christian Grewal's Pulpiteering sparkles with hard-edged wit and, for all conventional images that we have of pastors, you'll come to realize that he's cut from a different cloth and an entertaining read. He and I seem to share the same taste in hip hop as well, which makes for a pastor of unprecedented taste.

Wow, look at that: I plugged someone and he didn't even buy my CD ask me to. Labour Day weekend was saved by two days of brilliant sunshine and wonderful weather. I went down to North Beach (or at least, I think it was North Beach). I was going to include a picture, but my wireless connection in the library won't let me connect with my FTP Server. I don't know why and I don't know how to fix it. Just look outside your window. If there isn't sand, a blue sky, and lots of sun, that wasn't it.
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To those who have been faithful clickers, you may have already noticed that Irrefragable has been updated twice since I last wrote on the main page. If you haven't noticed -- well, it's there. It's been a while since I've written in Irrefragable more than once in a week. Don't have much time to update the News much more than this. I'll come back and finish up later.







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