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So I'm doing a little time-folding via flashes that sparked in my brain during the past month:
1-My puppy is 7 months old and 60 pounds. While she is sweet, enthusiastic and scary smart, I will be glad when she can organize her movements according to the laws of physics.
2-The word "organize" is tremendously vague. Depending on who uses this term, it can mean basically anything. For example, when Obi Wan says how important it is to be organized, I think he means to be deliberate in my movements, whereas I think for Mr. J it means to put strength and effort into the movement. When Paul yells, "Get organized," I think he means "Don't f*** yourself up and get hurt on me!" It's like a 4-dimensional organize.
3-I had the fantastic opportunity to dance to a (spontaneous) Cajun/Zydeco version of the Arabic song "Leyla." The melody was fiddled by none other than the sublime Catherine Matovitch herself. And I was belly dancing in cowboy boots. That's perfection organized.
4-Now can I keep the Blog organized?
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