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Sometime in the night from Monday to Tuesday, the little counter at the bottom of this page that started at zero on 1 January 2009, after a little over three months of blogging, went over the 50,000 mark. Now that may not be alot by some web site standards, but it was quite a pleasant milestone for me, given how totally obscure this page really is in the larger scheme of things.
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I don't know what it is that causes some pages to go simply viral, sort of like the black death did back in the Middle Ages from time to time, but so far this one hasn't. And it really doesn't matter. These ramblings from my overworked and addled mind, these photographs, the odd poem or two, even a bit of music, are simply the footprints left in the sand of blogland, by a traveller who wanted to leave a small trace of his passing, while there still be time to do so.
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I would like however, to ask for your help here, yes you, whether you are one who sometimes comments here, or one who lurks, or one who has dropped in by chance. The watercolor portrait of me here, a portrait of the artist as a young man, was done by a young lady at the time, perhaps not so young today, named Christine Ventimiglia. I would like you to help me find her. All I know is that she was at Kutztown University in Pennsylvania around 1982 and 1983, but after that, I have no idea. So I'd like you to pass the link to this page and this portrait around by whatever means are at your disposal, to ask everyone you know if they know where Christine Ventimiglia is today. And if you can find her, just ask her to drop me an e-mail. I'd like to thank her for painting this picture so long ago, which has followed me around ever since. She did it very quickly one winter afternoon while I was playing guitar in a park somewhere up around NYC, and as a joke she signed it "Christopher". She caught who I was back then. No one before or after ever painted my portrait, so I've always held this scrap of paper with a bit of watercolor on it quite near and dear. I wonder what the odds are of finding her today ? Oh, and I already looked on Facebook and Google. Should I hold out and not do another post until she has been found ? What was that film ? Desperately seeking . . . ?
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Memories of some of the ladies and angels who have graced my life . . . taken in Italy, 1991.
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.This next is a portrait of yours truly that was taken by Tom B., at my request, after I'd noticed the slightly warped reflecting surface on a cinderblock wall in an abandoned factory somewhere that we happened to find ourselves in. He very kindly obliged, taking this over my shoulder, unobtrusively, and it showed up in my e-mail box a few days later. Thanks a million Tom !
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Cold weather is coming on
Wishing I could get me gone
To some place where those chilly winds
Won't be hounding me
Chasing me indoors
Hard to believe
That Spring is springing
In New Zealand . . .
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Wherever you may be
I send you loads of firewood
To heat up your heart
For free
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