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Welcome to NaBloPoMo

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November is National Blog Posting Month, aka NaBloPoMo, deemed as such by the blogger behind Fussy in November of 2006.

I am 2 for 3 in NaBloPoMos: knocked the first one out of the park with a reboot of my blog and thirty newly recorded songs, biffed the second one due to distraction from recently becoming engaged, and made a respectable showing in the third with thirty days of posts plus 10 newly recorded tunes.

I make no promises or predictions about attempt number four. One one hand, my blogging has been limp for a few months now. On the other, my life has recently been both simplified and technology-laden to the point that I have parts of my brain to blog with and a minimum of five devices to do it with.

Can I repeat a 30-day streak for the fourth time, and for my third NaBloPoMo? Or, will I blow out, tied up with work, playing music, and cultivating my marriage.

You have 30 days to find out.

underpants have low profit margins

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I think I may have acquired a gnome.

It’s my keys, mostly. They keep disappearing. I’m not too haphazard with them – at least, not in comparison to my other worldly possessions. They go into the same basket every day or, failing that, in to the zip of my jacket.

Except, not this week. This week I have been locked out three times.

That is not my only evidence of a gnome. Guitar picks, all of my .73mm Dunlops are gone. White socks with gray heels, now uncommon. Five dollar bills, suddenly elusive. Bandannas, colors I haven’t worn appearing in the laundry.

Underpants still intact, for the moment, but who knows?

Or – or it could be that I’ve been playing at least twice a week and setting up a digital recording studio in my living room, except for last week when I gave myself a case of hives apparently just on the strength of my personal stress.

I like the gnome explanation better. I am wary of while he might snatch next. Perhaps collecting my various USB modems and flash drives? That would be dastardly.

It’s hard, living day to day without keys, proper guitar picks, heavy socks, money in iterations of $5, and my more attractive bandanas. I’m working on it.