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It's one thing to be a creature of habit. It's another to be a creature of possibility.

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From a 1910 biography of Mark Twain:

"He was a youth to the end of his days: the heart of a boy with the head of a sage; the heart of a good boy, or a bad boy, but always a willful boy, and willfulest to show himself out at every time for just the boy he was."

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You put your heart in. You don't always get your heart out.

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Sometimes friends remember us when we don't even remember ourselves.

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If you subscribe to this site's aggregated feed you may have noticed some epic malarkey in your newsreader last night and early this morning.

While I was updating the infrastructure of my tumblelog I inadvertently fed the Feedburner stream back into the individual Tumblr stream, resulting in some seriously fractal regurgitation.

Fortunately eagle-eyed Tal, who resides ten hours in the future, alerted me to the issue almost immediately. I promptly corrected it and purged the superfluous entries.

Unfortunately Google Reader doesn't provide any way to purge its own database of such entries once they've been cached—so there they shall remain as a reminder never to let this happen again.

Apologies and thanks for bearing with me.

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