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  "description": "Just some random rambles. The usual.",
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  "textContent": "Not sure when a postcard with this photo first appeared in my life — a young person looking resigned with French fries (chips) in his ears and nostrils — but it has been firmly stuck in memory for decades. Sometimes art simply resonates with one’s spirit. It’s known as “De patat komt m’n neus en oren uit” (I’m sick to death of fries) and was taken by photographer Ronald Hammega in 1988. I found reproductions online as notecards and sent a handful off today. Also found reason to open up the cat stencil ruler that’s been sitting on my desk. At first I thought this cat stencil ruler was something I did not need, but I was mistaken. A benefit of delayed journal writing is my friends have their cards by now. I was hoping to find the culprit that originally sent the postcard, to no avail. Perhaps I’ll just dig through bins in the basement for 3 hours and sort through piles of correspondence to find it. Hello, my name is Chris. I am a hoarder — and if you wrote something to me by hand (outside of a signature), I saved it. — Hat tip to Kevin Spencer for today’s tunes.",
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