Let X=X

I used to use this as a real journal/blog. But that seems to be behind me now. It is still somewhat live because I'm writing short pieces for LJ Idol these days, and still following some folks on my friends list here. But for the most part this thing is historical now. Still, if you are here, enjoy! Feel free to contact me. Who knows what the future may bring.

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This journal is mostly friends only now. I hated to do it, because it will be a barrier to making new friends online. But such are the breaks in this modern life.

You might have met me: section hiking the AT, climbing at Sandrock or Pallisades or Foster Falls, costuming at DragonCon, long ago in Yankeetown, working in environmental law in Florida, or kayaking or camping around the southeast.

This is the personal web log of Toni the Great, also sometimes known as Toni Sturtevant, and several variations thereof. This is a place for dreaming, fooling around and working things out with help from my buddies online. The vast majority of my entries are friends only. If you don't know me and I look interesting to you, add me and let me know, and I may add you back. Unlike many blogs, I write this primarily for the eyes of friends that I actually know and interact with regularly in meatspace. But there might occasionally be something of value for the rest of the world here.

All views expressed in this journal are the personal opinions of the author. This journal is what I describe above and nothing more. It does not represent the viewpoint of any organization that I am affiliated with.

Let X=X, because that is the only reasonable place to start.

Welcome to the Circus of the Barking Dead, because we all know "teh internets" are only a pale shadow of real life.
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(Back at his house, Space Ghost is watching a skeletal dog on TV)
Space Ghost: These shows sure are something. I'm glad I'm watching them.
(The phone rings)
Space Ghost: (answers.) Space Ghost residence! Space Ghost speaking!
Moltar: Come back here, to the studio.
Space Ghost: Can you hold on a second?
Moltar: Uh, sure.
(Space Ghost holds the phone away from his ear so he can pay attention to "Circus of the Barking Dead" on the TV.)
Moltar: Hello?
Space Ghost: No, I'm here. I'm here.

-From Space Ghost Coast to Coast
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"I met this guy - and he looked like might have
been a hat check clerk at an ice rink.
Which, in fact, he turned out to be. And I said:
Oh boy. Right again.

"Let X=X. You know, it could be you.
It's a sky-blue sky. Satellites are out tonight. . ."

-Laurie Anderson
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"I've got a schoolboy's heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes
That walk up my longboard and hang off the nose

"I suppose
The need to focus never arose
So something like a swiss army knife
That's my life
Frankenstein had nothing on this body of mine
The villagers still flockin' to see, to see me
Breaking free, breaking free

"'Cause I got a schoolboy heart, a novelist eye
Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly
I got a bartender's ear and beachcomber's style
Piratical nerve and a Vaudevillian style

-Jimmy Buffett