So there you are, seated at a tiny table on the narrow sidewalk, 10:00 in the evening, innocently enjoying your Bordeaux and your steak tartare, when--what the...?
I've been sending an e-mail journal to friends and family. If you would like to receive it, post a comment to this blog with your e-mail address in the text of your message.
Blog posts come to me for censoring before they are posted online. If you tell me not to publish your message, no one will see it but me.
Overly Protective
To those of you with less computer experience (you know who you are):
If you decide to post comments, you might want to sign in with a pseudonym to protect your privacy. This site seems pretty safe, and doesn't show your e-mail or anything. Just the name you provide, but still...
Just clucking over my chicks.
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