maybe even my autobiography, here i could write, it's like being at the edge of the sea, and not being able to swim, i remember the days when i would sit at the water's edge, and want to dive in and become a mermaid, or selkie, and just not know how to do it.
everything is so close to us, just there, and the icebergs come to me in my dreams now. i see them shining and pink and blue, and i watch them to figure out how i would paint them
wow! check it out! how many Mitchell Porter web pages are there! and a lot of them are Mitch that's dedication for you
i am not depressed today,
today is Tuesday on the Prozac calendar
that was so cool, watching the supercomputing array Beowulf being installed