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If Music Be the Food of Love
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 19, 2005  |  1 comments
Eric Swanson, the man who makes our covers look so awesome, is visiting from Santa Fe, New Mexico. He’s in NYC to attend the PhotoPlus Expo at the Javits Center, but was able to drop by our office today and treat me to lunch. I’ve had the pleasure of working with Eric for about four years, but had never met him in person. We’d only communicated via e-mail and over the phone. I always thought, by the sound of his voice, that he’d be a kind and thoughtful person. I was right.
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Until You Fall in Love with the Diamond Rain
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 18, 2005  |  9 comments
“Are these things on?”
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A Synth Wave and Crickets
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 18, 2005  |  0 comments
I really love the comments tool, but I wish it would notify me of when new comments are left for old blog entries. Because it doesn’t, I have to scroll through each entry and check. This isn’t such a big deal, but it does mean that I’ll miss a few comments every now and then, or that it’ll take me a few days to get around to them. And that’s not cool because web-time flies.
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Response to Mr. David Andrews
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 18, 2005  |  1 comments
Hi Mr. Andrews. You left this comment:
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Huckleberry, Bagheera, and Me
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 17, 2005  |  8 comments
I stood in my kitchen, looking around, dumbly: “What am I forgetting?”
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No Sweeping Exits or Offstage Lines
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 14, 2005  |  11 comments
I was thinking about it this morning, and yes: a blog is a terribly pretentious thing.
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Pork Chops, Sweet Potatoes, Purple Kale, and Cheesecake
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 13, 2005  |  4 comments
On Tuesday, September 20th (four days after my 28th birthday), Wes Phillips sent me an e-mail:
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Another Rainy Day
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 12, 2005  |  6 comments
We spent the day proofing copy for the December issue, which ships tomorrow and Friday (and maybe a little on Monday, if we're not good). Despite how simple that may seem, it's not exactly easy to just read and read and read, drawing red circles around silly apostrophes and bad italics.
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It Does Make You Wonder
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 12, 2005  |  2 comments
"Stephen, how come you like such pretty music when you’re in such a loud and raucous band?"
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Kind of Blue Velvet Blazer
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 11, 2005  |  2 comments
I’m wearing my blue blazer today. It’s almost like velvet, but not quite. Elizabeth complimented me on it when I walked in. Thank you, Elizabeth.
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To Be You and Me
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 10, 2005  |  5 comments
To an outsider, it might have appeared as though we were mimicking each other's movements. Perhaps it even seemed as though a mirror had been magically raised upwards alongside my body to reflect my motions and thoughts and buying habits.
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Advil or Something Quiet
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 07, 2005  |  5 comments
I’ve had this headache for two years now.
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Friends and Neighbors and Strange Relations
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 06, 2005  |  2 comments
Ben Krieger keeps an appropriately weird and mysterious blog called Haikutennany: Personal Music Reflections in 17-syllable Bursts.
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The Only Ordinary Thing in Life
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 05, 2005  |  7 comments
It seems that the only ordinary thing in life is that we overlook the little wonders around us.
—Marcel Wanders
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The Best Endeavor
Stephen Mejias  |  Oct 04, 2005  |  4 comments
She nodded her head yes and lied when I asked her if she was alright. Her brown eyes blinked a song in perfect time to keep from letting loose tears. My lovely friend was sad.
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