tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86643989737126418462024-03-13T15:07:56.716-07:00Publica AutoPsychographiaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-13118217241197638112014-01-04T22:05:00.001-08:002014-01-04T23:46:13.855-08:00New Beginnings<div>Hmm. This seems to be my old blog. Wow. Quite a bit of dust in here. Oh well. I guess I should get to work then.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> Anyways... Haha. It's good to be blogging again. I enjoy all forms of writing, but I have seriously neglected this one. I know I always say that I intend to change that, and I have yet to do so, but things have been happening and changes are being made in my life that provide some actual momentum to the whole idea behind the philosophy of New Year's, of doing new things and turning over new leaves.</div><div><br></div><div> I really hate to use the word "resolutions." It has such a horrible connotation. Resoultions are like the animals on ASPCA commercials. They're abused and then neglected and now seeking attention from a home that will care for them and love them. Pretty accurate? I'd say so, but then again, I'm the one writing this. With that said, I think I'll call them determinations. It's a much better word. It gives the idea that there's a force behind these resolves, a certain mental, well, determination.</div><div><br></div><div> My list of determinations isn't very long, but it has a wide scope. This a big year, so full of transitions and changes, of goodbyes and hellos, and I want to be able to meet them all.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> 1. To grow in my faith and my walk with God. There's been a lot of things I've had to deal with in my recent personal history. Battles I had thought I fought, and won, reared their ugly heads once again I fell hard for some and came disastrously close to falling for others. A lot of the über recent stuff, as in no further back than the beginning of this school year, was because I was not truly seeking after God and growing in my faith, the Christian faith. I have always struggled with a strong personal faith (another blogpost for another time), and the consequences of that came to a head. I knew what I needed to do to fix things and win battles that I was losing, but I wasn't able to bring myself to it so I suffered in my self-wrought pains. </div><div> So this year, all of that changes. I'm feeding my spirit man, as one metaphor would put it. Truthfully, this is the biggest of my determinations. It's what really keeps me on track and ready for those aforementioned battles. Also, the dedication and determination I show for this one is a kind of example to myself for the others.</div><div><br></div><div> 2. To write more. At the behest of the words of the poet Rainer Maria Rilke, I once looked into myself and asked myself The Question. Must I write? The answer was both a quiet whisper and powerful, resounding shout. The answer was yes. Being a high school student in an honors program and being involved in a variety of extra-curriculars has made this suber tough. Usually, my free time consists not of when I have nothing to do but rather when I cannot do anything more or else. Writing takes up a lot of energy (a concept which some people completely fail to grasp), and I am always so tired and desiring for a mindless, amusing activity. My 2014 attitude/answer to that: suck it up. </div><div> Writing truly is something thati cannot live without. It's a part of my very make-up. If scientists ever discover a writing gene, then I certainly have it. If writing were somehow taken away from me then there are only three options available for my life. 1) Near immediate suicide, 2) a slow wasting away of me, or 3) a descent into complete madness. However dramatic those paths may sound, they are entirely the truth.</div><div><br></div><div> 3. To do more with my writing. Even though publishing is cool and all that, that isn't just what I'm talking about. There are things I want to do with my life (once again, another blogpost for another time) and my writing can help with that. What if I can help people and champion causes? I could be voice for the people and the causes and the ideas that have no voice or struggle to be heard.</div><div><br></div><div> 4. To place 1 Corthinthians 10:31 at the core of my life. "So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God." (ESV) I feel like that's self-explanatory for now.</div><div><br></div><div> 5. My last determination is something special. It's both a summation of the first four and also something different that they tie into. It is simply this: To live. In this year, and however many years that may follow, I plan on truly living. My existence will not be one of static and stagnant "There-ness." No matter where I am or what I am doing, I mean to really, truly, and unequivocally LIVE.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Well, that was a lot longer than I intended it to be, but it was well worth the time. It was good to pen my thoughts down, to physically see them so that I could get a better grasp on them, thus cementing them into myself. Also, I invite all of you onto this journey with me. Make your own determinations. Take your own steps. Initiate your own changes. We can do this together, build each other up. Together, we can make 2014 the greatest year yet to come. Heck, maybe we can even change the world. :)</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>With love,</div><div>Jesse B.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-24986855711192255562013-10-06T21:17:00.001-07:002013-10-06T21:17:56.758-07:00So... (An Apology. Part of it is anyway.) So...<div><br></div><div> I guess there goes my idea of using this blog super often. </div><div><br></div><div> [Insert some beautifully well-spoken apology that moves you to tears and back to joy.]</div><div><br></div><div> Well, now that that's over, let's get down to the actual business of blogging because I don't think any of you actually care how long it has been since my last post or if anyone is still reading this thing. That said, I get random page views from all over the world, so who knows?</div><div><br></div><div> Anyways.</div><div><br></div><div> I'm at a somewhat pivotal period in my life. I'm a senior in high school, I'm eighteen, and I have so many decisions to make. It's all a bit exciting. I know I've talked about this a little in a previous post, but it really began to sink in this past Friday. It was my high school's homecoming game. The last one I will ever attend as a student. </div><div><br></div><div> Talk about the pressure. The immenent spector of college and the relative decisions is contually getting closer and closer and becoming larger and larger. It's absolutely daunting. To add to it all, senior year is somewhat stressful in and of itself (which is partially my fault).</div><div><br></div><div> I just don't know what path to take. I have full faith that as long as I seek after God, He will show me His perfect will for the path I need to take, but I still can't help but wonder. I know what I want to do (a blog post for another time) and I know where my talents lie, but those ideas don't include a specific path through higher education and aren't always very fruitful, respectively.</div><div><br></div><div> As scary as all of this can be, I have no fear because of 1) my faith in the Most High God (Yahweh/Jehovah!) and 2) I have always had an adventurous side. Even though it is hardly ever given a chance to get out, I certainly have that kind of adventurous spirit, the kind that thinks jumping off a cliff (figuritavely and literally) to possibly be incredibly fun.</div><div><br></div><div> And how is it for you? Where are you at in your life? What kind of decisions are you facing? Are willing to go off a cliff? Do you wish you were?</div><div><br></div><div>With love,</div><div>Jesse B.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-83038297407152085912013-06-09T18:46:00.001-07:002013-09-23T20:34:33.189-07:00"A Description"Here's a little piece I did last night that just sort of gave birth to itself and then forced its way onto my computer screen via the keyboard. Enjoy.<br><br><br> "The gentle sun drips off of her hair like so many delicate drips of dribbling nectar out of the sweet throats of a thousand honey dews blossoming strong and bright with an energy that shines out of her liquid eyes and sparkles from her cuticles, her fingertips. Her face is as radiant as a field of dying wildflowers exploding into supernovas across a green night sky with its light boring into my own black hole of a soul as their strongest radiance glows reaching across the distances of cold space into my visual cortex. Her hair frames a picture that not even Vincent could have pictured in the depths of his acutest despairs and brightest fantasies all mixed together in one galaxy spiral of a swirl. Her cheeks, her silken lips are softer than that field in the gentle grip of a latter adolescent spring just becoming truly sentient of its warmth and beauty. Her nose, her chin, her lines of jaw make a simple sketch displaying a not so simply explained splendor more mysterious than that of the spiral all golden."<div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-13661692991912820962013-06-08T20:59:00.000-07:002013-06-08T20:59:02.516-07:00Well, There Goes My NailsHello again! See, I told you was going to start making regular blog posts! I bet you didn't expect that resolution to followed! <div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-83939432465618305622013-06-03T18:44:00.000-07:002013-06-03T18:44:49.778-07:00Growing Pains Once again, please insert my usual "speel" about how I'm a horrible blogger, I don't upload enough things for any of you (not that too many read these), and I promise to do better. It's summer now so I don't really have any excuses. In fact, it's been summer for a little while so I definitely don't have any excuses to use.<br />
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My legs really, really, really hurt.<br />
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Oh yeah, I have a job now. Via my English/drama teacher's husband I have managed to procure a job for the summer. Unlike what I suspect many of the jobs are that those my age obtain, it is full time and above minimum wage ($10.00 an hour). Oh, it's also in the sun in a shipyard in a place with a name that I originally believed to be a racial slur, but is the actual name of the town(?) or area. None is truly important.<br />
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The point I'm trying to make is that I'm entering whole new. Compared the existence me and most of my peers, it's different to the point where it seems like being around these people is a whole new plane of existence. I'm not saying that as an educating young individual with a fairly bright future I'm above or better than of them. What I am saying is that I feel like an alien among normal people. I've finally stepped out of the dream of private school education, middle class socioeconomic status into the real world of a forty hour work week in the hot sun. Talk about culture shock.<br />
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When riding around last Wednesday with my father, we were driving so that I could work out where exactly I would be driving everyday for work, he said that this job would benefit me as a writer, and then he made a reference to Steinbeck (at which I glowed secretly with pride). Maybe, along with all of the other writing projects I've assigned myself will be to observe these people, to see another side of existence. I've always thought to understand the world because I've wanted to make it better. For the next several weeks, I won't be seeing it from the lofty and philosophical heights of air conditioned rooms.<br />
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     So the questions are "What do a I learn?", "Where do I go?" and "What do I do?" Then those questions can be split and made into so many more. How much time do I really have left to answer any of them? I'm concerned which is odd for me. I'm usually not concern for anything. I go through life with much of the blase sort of the attitude. Yet now, I don't think that attitude will work anymore.<br>
     I stand before an expanse; seemingly void yet full of so much. Is literally seething and swarming with opportunity. And I prepare the sale these uncharted waters? The truth is quite simple. I don't know.</p>
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<p>     And yet, at the same time I'm strangely exaggerated I would like for me. I have closed the door to one adventure merely to openvthe gates for another one. I sit, posed jump out of this plane into the unkown. My heart equally trembles with apphrension and a most singular thrill of excitement.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-86143763792196289022013-03-07T21:29:00.000-08:002013-03-07T21:30:37.892-08:00Thanks!Hello Everyone! I just wanted to share a cool picture with you that I find really exciting:<br />
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Now, I know this a super huge deal, but it's really encouraging. I'm not sure of the international views are from the same people, but maybe they are! Anyways, thanks for reading the view posts I've done (or at least skimming them on the main page). I ask just a couple favors: 1) Please feel free to comment! I love discussions! 2) If you like what you read then please reccommend to anyone you think might be interested.<br />
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Hello folks! Well, this is me finishing a post I started several days ago. I'm also doing it at a time when I am slightly sleep deprived. Usually, I'd put this off 'til later. However, I feel like that if I don't produce something of effort and worth before midnight then my weekend has been a total waste of, well, everything. That being said, let us discuss the above quote from whom many the Grandmother of Science Fiction.<br />
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Why would beasts be considered free? It seems more natural to think that they are the ones chained. They are the ones unable rise above basic instincts and desires. It is <i>homo sapiens</i>, not any other creature, that decided to begin stocking up on food and build the complex civilizations that we have. Are we not free to perform higher level thinking? To create and compare and analyze and argue?<br />
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As with many things, perhaps the answer lies in that grey category of Yes&No. Yes, we are free of our basic instinct, but it seems that by having a broader horizon we open ourselves to be influenced more. We become subject to such a thing as sentimentality. We begin to show emotion and to interact with our emotions, but is it correct to say we are "necessary beings" because of it?<br />
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Thanks for reading! Once again, I implore you to leave a comment! Start a discussion!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-68720530506434472552013-02-14T19:17:00.002-08:002013-03-08T19:14:48.897-08:00A Beautiful MomentHello! How are you handsome and beautiful people? I hope it's going well for you, but if not let me know! I like to help people or at least be there for them even if I'm just playing the listener. Not sure why I just said all of that, but I felt like a needed too.<br />
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What makes this moment so poignant? Just as Preston tore through the paper covering his window, he was also tearing through the veil that society had put around. For the first time in his entire existence, he Felt. All his life Preston's emotion were not just buried but (nearly) obliterated. Consider the following:<br />
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Like all things pertaining to the field of psychology, there are some who would debate if emotions make us human. However, they are certainly integral to the human experience. So, in effect, Preston became human for the first time. Before that fateful sun rise, he was little more than a beast, his culture little more than an ant farm. Those twin gods Fate and Destiny had him break through and dive into Emotion.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-50222298055783486452013-02-09T09:26:00.001-08:002013-02-09T09:26:35.158-08:00Personal Poetry Corner!: "Night's Embrace"<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> So much for making this nearly daily. I haven't posted in over a month. My apologies friends!</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-18896992637287111252012-12-31T08:18:00.000-08:002012-12-31T08:18:12.031-08:00Ends and Begginnings<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hey! How's it been? It's been quite a while! Was your holiday good? I'm sorry it has been so long since my last and second post. School got crazy, and I have been enjoying a beautifully lazy holiday. But now, the time has come to pick this up and actually make it work.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> As you've probably guessed by the title, this does have a connection to the fact that it's New Year's Eve! Personally, 2012 has been a rather interesting year for me. There's been good and bad, joy and heartbreak. A lot of memories have been made, both to be cherished happily and to stop and make me ponder.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Even as this chapter comes to a close, another is soon to be cracked open. So, I figured it was appropriate to do something I have never done before: make a list of resolutions! Now, a lot of these lists get a bad rap because many are never fulfilled. I say nay-nay! We the people have more strength and will-power than we the people give ourselves credit for. yes, it's hard. Yes, it'll be a fight, but resolutions (or dreams in general) not worth fight for are hardly true resolutions to begin with, don't you think?</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Grow in Faith and Spirit. (One is never close enough to God.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Write something meaningful every day. (This is part of my on-going Quest to conquer the English language and become a great writer. I picked up this particular piece of advice from Melissa Donovan at Writing Forward.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Deepen my friendships. (In this crazy world of texting and social media, we're beginning to lose sight of people and maintain true relationships. I want to actually grow close to people and form bonds. I want friends I can count on.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To be an example. (Through whatever reason and circumstances, some of the people around me have begun to look up to me. As I cannot change that, I must learn to be true, godly young man/leader.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Never get too serious. (This I'm already pretty good at, but it does good to remind you and myself.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Read a whole lot more. (This is also part of my Quest, and it's also simply for enjoyment. I didn't do it nearly enough this past year.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Be smarter with my work in school. (This should be self-explanatory.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Start to plan out post-high school life plan. (Ibid.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Fan even harder over Doctor Who. (Never enough Who.)</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well, that's all for me for now. I encourage to to come up with your own list. While your at it, share it on here and other places for accountability's sake. Remember, we are the people.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-77673647345112763272012-11-28T20:23:00.001-08:002013-03-11T19:09:24.632-07:00On "A Wagner Matinee" by Willa Cather<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hmm... two posts in one day? (don't get used to such spoiling)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> My sixth period class consists of an Adv. English course that includes but is not limited to American Literature. We've currently reached the end of the first part of unit four (Realism & Regionalism)*, and today we read what I dare say is a most memorable tale. I highly recommend reading it because my skills at summarizing are not yet adequate enough to showcased in public. The link is below.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> ==PAUSE FOR LITERATURE==</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Assuming you've read this, is it not one of the most moving and memorable stories you have ever read? Cather does a supreme job at conveying the bittersweet beauty of the moment. Oh, we are lifted to the highest triumphant when our protagonist is reintroduced to that universal Beauty, that angelic entity which truly transcends the mundane. And after rising so far, we fall even deeper with the realization that it is a fleeting moment. The show soon ends, and everyone leaves. In a short while, Georgiana's business in Boston, and soon she will leave Boston. Again, she will be forced to say good-bye that sweet Substance.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For most, especially teenagers, I'm not sure they could fully understand Georgiana's loss. If we wish to listen to music or experience most things, we can get it via the Internet (also/formerly CDs and radio and television). I'm no expert of economics, but it seems to usually be true that the more there is of </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">something</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, the value attributed to it goes down. With the gargantuan amount of information we find online, too many loose sight of the trees for the forest. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How do combat this? How do we fight this epidemic. Simple: Learn to appreciate. Stop and listen to that music, examine that painting, etc. Who say's it even has to be within the realm of the arts? Whatever your "in to," whatever stirs your soul, grasp it. Run with it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until next time (however short or long),</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jesse Byron,</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: yellow; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Story found on: http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/1945/</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*NOTE: My school uses the text American Literature which is published by McGraw-Hill Glencoe. Personally, I think the curriculum is absolutely brilliant.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15694049755548600437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664398973712641846.post-33453186969054986372012-11-28T13:03:00.001-08:002012-11-29T12:44:39.759-08:00....but a single stepAll journeys begin with a step, and all blogs begin with a single post. So, let's start this off right:<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> My name is Jesse Byron. To begin with, I suppose I should give an explanation of the title because it may seem odd to some. "Publica" is the Latin form of the word "public." Autopsychographia (aw-TOW-sigh-CO-graph-ee-uh) is one of my own invention. In truth, it is simply a fancy way of saying 'journal' or 'diary.' So welcome to my public diary! I read on blog (Writing Forward by Melissa Donavon. It's wonderful.) that to be a great writer, you need write nearly daily. Not only do I wish to be a great writer, I also want to communicate with people. With those truths in mind, a blog seemed the natural and logical choice.</span><br />
What exactly will I be blogging about? I will not be following any particular theme or current. One day it might be some of my poetry, the next a movie/book review. Or an essay. Or an anecdote. Or a short story. It could be a deep, philosophical notion or a whimsical and meaningless fancy (we can't be serious all the time, can we?). It quite literally could be anything at all.<br />
Hmm, I guess I should include some details as to who and what I am exactly. Most importantly, I am a Christian. That truth shapes everything else. Most basically, I am junior attending Faith Academy in Mobile, Alabama. Infact, I'm making this post while sitting in my dual enrollment class. I have many, many interests. Writing, reading, thinking, breathing, learning, and many other various things. I'm also an thespian participating in my school's drama department. Acting is one of the greatest activities known to man. I'm also a bit of geek. I'm sure I could share other details of my life, but I don't wish to drone. Many things you'll simply learn from reading my posts, and if your curious then do not hesitate to make an inquiry.<br />
So, once again I welcome you. Step on this path with me, and we can journey together. Propose, ask a question, challenge a statement! Give input, invite friends, the more the merrier! <br />
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Until next time (however short or long),<br />
Jesse Byron,<br />
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