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Location: Home.
Listening: "Caroline" by Concrete Blonde.

Sitting here, pegging away at various tasks, and thinking of people to whom I plan on writing little notes. For the sake of brevity, and the sake of reminding myself later when time for writing said notes comes along:

• Kit.

  Friend from college. Fellow English major and former DPS officer living and working (and writing) in Kentucky. My mountain correspondent. He wrote me several days ago, asking for information about sending portions of the book he's currently working on, and, as I really want to see it (last time was about six years ago *wince*), I should really get about getting back to him.

• Abby.

  Friend from her post-college and my college days. Currently residing with her husband, Ben, on a houseboat in the Seattle Marina. She Who Kicks Ass And Will Only Take Names If She Has The Time. Future MBA student at the University of Washington. She wrote a note yesterday that made me smile, so I need to let her know that.

• Shunit.

  Israeli-born living in America. Another college friend. Aspiring writing professor currently getting her MPW at USC. Beautiful girl whom I haven't written or spoken with half enough in the last year. Read over one of her more recent poems when she and I had dinner last, a few months back, and remembered how I loved "working" with her on that level. Need to do that again right about now.

• Adiv.

  American-born living in Israel. Yet another college friend. Studied abroad so much in school that I joked he only came to campus to enroll as a freshman and to graduate. Eventually moved to Israel, got his citizenship, came into his faith, served in the Navy, worked on a kibbutz, and is now working for the Jerusalem Post. With all of the unrest in that part of the world, I think of him often, but haven't written lately, which I want to correct.

• Goody.

  Artist living in Canada. Fellow "brown girl". Stumbled upon Peter as a result of shared connections and a remarkable resemblance to one another. Goody is much more of a "presence" in Peter's email writing sphere than in mine, admittedly--largely because I'm shy and often prefer to remain in the background. However, she sent me a very affirming note back around the first of the month, and I'd like to thank her for it and start speaking to her beyond the arena of Peter's references to me.

• Gordon.

  Like Goody, an artist/musician living in Canada. Like Abby's husband Ben, an independent musician who distributes his own work. Peter found Gordon through corresponding with Goody and we both seriously dig what he does musically. I've planned on dropping him a line to let him know this, but haven't done it yet.

• Barak.

  Owner of the Green Mexican Wrestling Mask. Modern art forger. Keeper of the Glass Dick. Another independent musician. Another who has been more in Peter's sphere than in mine, owing to their having worked together at a dot-com (the same dot-com that Kenny and seemingly two-thirds of my friends worked for at one time or another). Ran into him at Kenny and Jenn's wedding and mentioned that I read his journal , which seemed to surprise him. Just want to say hi.

• Scott.

  Not Scott in Texas, nor even Scott in Alabama. Scott in St. Louis. Again, a friend from college. Right-hand man to a federal judge by day, underground choreographer and that guy in the chicken suit in the clubs by night. The one who burns CD's for me and sends them in the mail with boxes of Maxim and FHM, and who calls me from the second row of Tori concerts on his cel. The one whose barcode tattoo allows him to be scanned as American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis. Last saw him when he came out for Martin Luther King Day. Really need to just sit down and catch up.

• Kelly.

  Governor's School clutch-member. Yet another creative writing graduate--this time from Emory, on the opposite coast. Fellow rider, Asylumite, poet, and scarlet Southern woman. She found my journal after almost ten years (*wince* again), and we traded our sagas from Martin up to 2001. We then fell out of touch again. She found me again a few weeks ago (she commented on the same entry Goody sent her letter concerning), and we'll be off once more once I get off my ass and write to her.