Soaked knee-deep in the crystalline mud of more snow than an abandoned Polish perogi; time to man up.
Not having a phone = higher probability of serendipity. Or isolation.
RIP Milton Babbitt. I care. I listen.
Inspired simultaneously and erratically by the blog thoughts of both Stanley Lee and Ned Rorem.
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