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			<givenName>Sagan</givenName>
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		<aboutMe>I am a person. I am a person who enjoys gratutitously disclosing indiscrimately, sometimes superfluously and often incompletely, about &quot;things,&quot; &quot;stuff,&quot; &quot;goings-on,&quot; and &quot;such.&quot; I have trouble being succinct, and I have a tendency to write with a sort of &quot;stream of conscious&quot; touch, or sometimes with an excessively obedient albeit often mistaken attention to grammar correctness and heavy editing.

Sometimes, I may write a chapter from an imagined novel. Others I will report and opine and tirade and rage and rant and rave and pound my gavel. Mostly, I will probably just muse on the current events that only I could really care about- e.g.- &quot;my kid just puked from one end of the room to the other and some got in my mouth.&quot; The goal of this blog is to take the burden off of my poor dear friend, the only friend of mine who actually reads at least 84% of the emails I send her just because I feel the need for catharthic rumination.

I am a wife of one and a mother of four- but don&apos;t be mistaken- these roles (if you will) do not define me or this blog, though amittedly, for the time being, they often consume me and will no doubt tend to heavily influence the contents. I do enjoy this part of my life exceedingly. They are the most ardently engrossing recreations, diversions, occuaptions, endeavors I partake in at this point in my existence on or at this odd location of the space time continuum, the plain or river or ocean of presence.

My goal is to maintain a happy medium between overtly crass and hypersensitive, less misanthropic and cynical, but not too touchy feely and warm and fuzzy. Platitudinous, mundane, obsolete, yet, profound, insightful, and intriguing. 

topics of interest include atheism, secular humanism, midcentury and modern architecture and design, Gaudi, quantum physics, the war between cyclists and automobiles, music, breastfeeding, the slow process of moving and house repair, the relativity in insensitive but meaningless and harmless hyperbole (&quot;I&apos;m starving to death, &quot; &quot;no you&apos;re not, kids in africa are.&quot;), satire, and more. I welcome all responses and attacks, I won&apos;t delete anything provided it&apos;s not inciting violence or seriously offensive.</aboutMe>
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