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At present, I am editing students work as part of compiling it into a wiki on local queer history.

HOW THE HELL DID THESE ART STUDENTS GET TO THIRD-YEAR-PLUS UNIVERSITY WITHOUT KNOWING HOW TO WRITE?

HOW?

WHAT ARE WE TEACHING THEM?

I find myself stopping every few sentences to try and figure out what the hell the authour is saying. Or trying to say, and failing.

As I edit, the page count is steadily dropping. Superfluous clauses and sentences fly off into the ether, never to return.

Amy's Home-made pomade

Unfortunately, the circumstaces leading up to my peeling beeswax off of my naked chest were accidental, not intentional.

Fortunately, I have successfully just made a large amount of scent-free hair pomade. I got the recipe from an article on chemical sensitivity.

If you want some, or know someone who would like to try it, let me know.

(So now, to avoid wax-splashes, I am wearing an old apron that says "Graham" on it)