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I apologize for the lately sporadic nature of my posts.after my reticence to install a gas line, a faulty stove nearly laid ruin the Caddingham Estate at Arkansington last week.although normally atwitter when so validated, oversight of the many repairs leaves me exhausted and little able to make good on the promises I made months ago to attend myriad social engagements nor even post daily accounts of my adventures.
this film taught me that, contrary to popular belief, not all Asians look exactly alike.
however, it confirmed that they display little or no sense of humor.
to commemorate this, my 100th entry, I proffer not the usual commentary. today I provide something more personal.
the photograph above pictures your correspondents. all play a game popular among Italians and geriatrics. most clad in short pants--the regrettable accoutrement of summertime leisure. few know the rules nor recognize how ridiculous they appear. none are much bothered.
situated where once stood the territorial capitol of Nebraskashire, listed among the oldest schools in the region, housed within a building mistakable as a legitimate example of Beaux-Artes and plagued by adolescent drug-use and pregnancies kept secret, Omaha's Central High School boasts all the qualities of an elite preparatory academy.yet so insufferable do I find the manner of its students and alumni; they exaggerate its status--forgetting that the high school is a public institution and that not every graduate wins a Nobel Prize.
despite honoring a conservative Czechoslovakian politician, the federal courthouse affronts not the surrounding structures; its architecture balances these most pronounced characteristics of its namesake to achieve a design neither austere nor Bohemian.still: nearly half the height of most buildings adjacent, it is doubly dispensable.
proof positive that an enclosed space and the right kind of people constitute an asylum.
thunderstorms and perpetual cloud cover have plagued Omaha these past months, certainly challenging Seattle's attribution as the most overcast city in America.
unfortunately, the residents of Nebraskashire possess neither the oceanfront property nor dour dispositions which seemingly help the citizens of Seattle live under such conditions.
as ever, I spend the 4th of July in the South; a region which, less than a century after the Declaration of Independence, nearly brought the nation asunder.some say the irony is palpable. others argue that I doubly celebrate the spirit of America by detonating explosives somewhere so wrought with independence that it sacrificed its resources, institutions and values in an attempt to achieve such.I fail to appreciate either the irony or the confluence because I barely recognize the United States of America as a sovereign nation and little desire to examine the nuances of its petulance...nor that of its constituent parts.
to me, Arkansington provides a place to launch fireworks purchased in the even more lawless state of Misboury; Nebraskashire permits only the most pedestrian pyrotechnics.
similar to the Colosseum of ancient Rome, Omaha's event center may be converted to accommodate aquatic events.
also like the Colosseum, The Qwest Center will eventually fall into disrepair.
I rarely concern myself with American politics. however, when I do occasion an opinion on such matters, it is wonderful to know that someone not only reads but appreciates my thoughtful commentary.
a storm of inestimable force wreaked havoc on wealthy and middling neighborhoods alike last Friday evening.
the city's oldest golf course escaped not without a thrashing--among the downed trees is an ancient oak which stood on the eleventh green.
an injustice of such magnitude has not been perpetrated upon our neighborhood country club since the outcome of Goldstein, Katz, Wasserman v. Field Club of Omaha stipulated that the institution ease its membership requirements.
I apologize for the lately sporadic nature of my posts.
this film taught me that, contrary to popular belief, not all Asians look exactly alike.
to commemorate this, my 100th entry, I proffer not the usual commentary. today I provide something more personal. 
situated where once stood the territorial capitol of Nebraskashire, listed among the oldest schools in the region, housed within a building mistakable as a legitimate example of Beaux-Artes and plagued by adolescent drug-use and pregnancies kept secret, Omaha's Central High School boasts all the qualities of an elite preparatory academy.
despite honoring a conservative Czechoslovakian politician, the federal courthouse affronts not the surrounding structures; its architecture balances these most pronounced characteristics of its namesake to achieve a design neither austere nor Bohemian.
proof positive that an enclosed space and the right kind of people constitute an asylum.
thunderstorms and perpetual cloud cover have plagued Omaha these past months, certainly challenging Seattle's attribution as the most overcast city in America.
as ever, I spend the 4th of July in the South; a region which, less than a century after the Declaration of Independence, nearly brought the nation asunder.
similar to the Colosseum of ancient Rome, Omaha's event center may be converted to accommodate aquatic events.
also like the Colosseum, The Qwest Center will eventually fall into disrepair.
I rarely concern myself with American politics. however, when I do occasion an opinion on such matters, it is wonderful to know that someone not only reads but appreciates my thoughtful commentary.
a storm of inestimable force wreaked havoc on wealthy and middling neighborhoods alike last Friday evening.
