Someone made a joke:  if you didn't have dirt on your head Wednesday, you're going to Hell.

More to the point, it's now Lent, and I (for my own ingrained reasons) end up thinking about "Well, what CAN'T I give up?"  There's so much I do too much of.

Trusting that all people are capable of amazing things?
Should I give that up?

Thinking I can make my brain continue to accept more data and maintain instantaneous cross-referencing?
Should I un-believe that's possible?

Knowing that around some corner I can't see (because of course...we're dealing with a wheel here and not a polygon) there is going to be a better world for the better part of the people that have to live here? 
I'm supposed to give up hope?

I just can't see that type of sacrifice happening.

So I look inwardly instead of out, like I was supposed to in the first place.

But unfortunately, all the things I could tell yall that I'll be curtailing, quitting, forgetting about, etc. etc....in the modern tradition of Lent....

Are intensely...my own business.

Lent is a weird one for people that didn't grow up the same as me.  But check it: it's just time to do things a better way and/or the right way for personal reasons, and not for reasons that need to be explained.

Fat Tuesday at Phuturo was fat.  Ash Wednesday was lovely at St. Denis.  I'm 25% into Friday and all is good in my tiny world.

Big shout out to www.meetro.com and www.box.net

I wrote that on Friday.  It's now Tuesday morning.  I want to close this Firefox window, so I guess I'll publish this.  It's not too embarrassing, it turns out.