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  <title>Whither Writing (A Ten-Year Retrospective)</title>
  <description>Is there some deeper meaning to the traffic cone on Sherlock’s head? Or is it just silly vandalism? Most people seemed to think it was the latter, but I think it was a hidden symbol of some mystery. How could it not be? I. June 25 was the tenth anniversary of my blog. I understand that, traditionally, an anniversary post would come out on the actual day, or at least the same week, but I blew past the occasion without even realizing it. And then, even when I did realize it, I was too busy with other stuff to jump on it. In fact I haven’t posted anything since July 3. I must have been overcome by the patriotic fervor of our nation’s 250th anniversary.1 As a better person than me has said, it’s self-indulgent, and even unseemly to dwell overly long on one’s recent gap in writing. But this is destined to be a very self-indulgent post so I’m going to ignore her (obviously wise) advice, and explain the gap in great detail. July 3 was two days after my first experience passing a kidney stone. Then two days after that (July 5) I went on a week-long road-trip around the Pacific Northwest.  </description>
  <author_name>We Are Not Saved</author_name>
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