I feel like I can almost read it. But, no, no....
The lake has nothing to say. Carry on...
July 20, 2007
The handwriting is on the lake.
I feel like I can almost read it. But, no, no....
The lake has nothing to say. Carry on...
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1,2,3...6 people enjoying all that beauty? And pool attendance down? I guess people in Madison really don't like watersports.
It's a big lake, chickenlittle.
Makes me want to jump in my canoe and go for a paddle.
a.k.a. Mike
OM: yes, I know, I once cross-country skiied across it to Governor's Island in January.
Tell me, do they still put up the ol' Head and Torch in the winter?
I don't think so. I'm embarrased to say I rarely get down to the Union in the winter (I work on the west end of campus).
a.k.a. Mike
I think it says "read the Isthmus! Stop abusing me!"
Hey, Ann, I wanted to pass on a breast story for you. Here is as good as anywhere else.
Turns out, Hillary Clinton has *gasp* cleavage!
And who said our press corps is insipid? (Oh, me).
My bad. You're on the cleavage story.
I know I like to be...
We went from lakes to cleavage that fast. "Hill's hills" can do that to people!
Toooooo blue. It's not true.
It may be mirror writing, meant to be read from below. Try reversing right and left.
Trees put out an entire library every year, every page the same; and then burn it all in the fall. Repetition is their thing, like modern song lyrics, or William Dunbar.
Anyway there's no bookshelf problem in nature.
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