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Thank you, Mom, for giving birth to me. Wait, back up. For carrying me around for nine months and two weeks THEN giving birth to me.

I got the most ridiculous letter in the mail on Monday. The author was a doctor whose care I came under last summer (2008, to be clear). She said she hoped the letter found me well. She informed me that due to 60 days of inactivity, she was closing my file. At first I was dismissive, ridiculing the correspondence because I'd actually been inactive for over 6 months and the bitch was LATE. But, the more I made fun of it, the more I thought about what it meant. My file was closed. It was CLOSED. And that stupid piece of paper morphed into a certificate of accomplishment.

It will take every remaining bit of 2009 to recap the year. There's 1/6th of it left, I know. If I wait until 2010 then I'll get behind on recapping THAT year. And lookit: I'm not exactly on top of this stuff. Slow, even. I offer my last blog post, written two months ago, as Exhibit A. Bailiff, please add it to the list of evidence. Who's that shouting at me from the back of the courtroom? You! You there! Kiss m--

A guy just sat down next to me at Barista. He spoke to me, then looked at my wedding ring. He's not talking to me anymore.

Saturn is coming back for me. I'm the sum of consecutive integers. For the next three and a half months I'll be two years older than my sister. It's my birthday today. Since my father turned 1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+5 I've been asking the birthday boys and girls to share the most valuable piece of knowledge they've gained so far in their life. The idea is that every year their insights will change.

I'm not a licensed hair person. At one point I thought I wanted to become one, but that didn't pan out. Not to go on a rant about Aveda, but having my product sales numbers read out loud to the class wasn't the kind of beauty school for which I thought I'd signed up. Nope. I did sales at The Container Store. Hell, I taught people how to sell at The Container Store. Why the eff would I want to be Aveda's product pushing corporate pawn when all I wanted to do was learn how to cut hair really, really well?

Meet Charlie Browne. The "e" at the end is for femininity. Or something.

For about a month, I've been working with a team of folks on a super sekrit project. Tonight, we are having a coming out party on Strange Love Live. Tune in at 10:00pm PDT to find out more...

For those of you who read yesterday's "famous" post, I hope you understand that I wasn't downplaying others' contributions to The Article. Tooting my own horn (and conversely making fun of myself) is a right I reserve on this here blog.

Keep an eye out for the Sunday edition of The Oregonian! Unless something crazy happens in the business world today, the front page of the Business section should feature a story about my and Jed's soon-to-be-new abode, CyanPDX. We were interviewed for the story, so you know the article will be SO compelling. No photos of us though, which is good because I'm badly in need of root touch-up.

My friend, Ben Friedle (@fart4art), is having his first art show on Wednesday, March 4th. It's a big deal. Here's why: Ben has been painting for years. One of the first paintings he ever did, titled "Ugly Fish", has hung above my and Jed's bed ever since the very beginning of our relationship. When I first saw the little monstrosity I knew this guy had something. But, it's taken like, A DECADE for someone to finally convince him to display his works publicly.