Frank's mail from gulfport: a distribution

Frank writes today of taking a truck loaded with stuff to a neighborhood which has been left on its own since Katrina.

Frank has been, now , a bunch of places I haven't. That's interesting.

Friends of friends

So, Zara said she was playing with friends of friends (which you can find, it turns out, by typing "friendsfriends" where it has "friends" in the address of your friends page: you get "http://www.livejournal.com/users/ritaxis/friends/" and you change it to "http://www.livejournal.com/users/ritaxis/friendsfriends." She didn't explain that: I figured it out by looking at hers and monkeying with mine.

But it's sort of bewildering. Who are these people and whose friends are they? No context. Confusing. I don't know what they're on about, or anything.

Oh, and Zara? Did you disable comments on purpose?

On other fronts, it's now been ten months and three followup letters at what I am sure must be decent intervals, and I'm almost ready to call it a day. I have many nice things to say about the famous publisher with three letters in its name, but I seem to be invisible to them, and I kind of want to be visible. You know, so my stuff can be, like, read, at least by somebody somewhere.

Foo.