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According to Blogger, my computer is now located in Cathedral City. The change occured on November 13th. Where was I? or should I be asking, where AM I? The room looks the same...

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  1. It's because the earth is turning on it's axis so the house keeps moving to new locations as we turn. Haha.

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  2. I don't know where you are, but I'm in this really cool scary dark place with lamp posts and mirrors.

    Oh, and I'm writing a speech on Charles Williams' views on spirituality and the Tarot.

    Reminds me of good good times.

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  3. I think you might be right, Babs. I've often felt the earth slightly moving beneath my feet and thought it must be vertigo, earthquake, or nearby rumbly vacuum cleaner. But now all is clear.

    As for you, Wonderwoman: I. am. jealous. (almost) Though kind of happy not to have any papers to write, even though I'm still brainstorming PhD topics. (In my head, that was not 'p-h-d' but 'phud'. I'd like to maintain the distinction.

    And now for a real blog post...

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