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It isn't that I have nothing to say, but that I keep forgetting how to say it. Of course I do remember again, sometimes, but those times tend to be when I'm taking a shower or crossing a busy highway or doing something else equally inconvenient.

I'm desperately searching for context. Context for what? Well, the context for everything, really. It gets tiring sorting through isolated pieces and hoping a pattern will show itself when you haven't a clue how much of the puzzle you've got.

No, the above wasn't meant to be a cryptic reference to anything. For "the puzzle," you may substitute "the cosmos" or "the totality of existence" or some such abstraction which embraces all concreteness. I want to know it all, you see.

In more mundane news, I finally have a new pair of walking shoes! Since I needed new, non-holey shoes quickly and didn't feel like trying on a thousand pairs in a hundred stores in an attempt to find the single best pair, I went to the same local mall I went to when buying the last pair, checked the three cheapest stores-with-shoes for Nike, discovered that two of those stores had none in my size, waited in one discount store for the Suzanne Vega song to end (it was "Penitent"), and then went to try on all the likely pairs (all three of them) in the remaining store. So, my new shoes are running shoes in blue, silver, and white--bought on sale for exactly the same price as the last pair. Bought some white athletic socks as well and I'd like to know why, when equivalent shoes are exactly the same price in the men's and women's departments (I checked), socks on the women's side cost two to three times as much. Good thing my feet are a size which enables me to find things that fit on both sides of the store, eh? Unfortunately, I still haven't figured out the best way to lace up the new shoes so that they will neither slip off my feet nor dig into them. At least my knees don't start screaming after a ten-foot walk as they were doing with the poor, pathetic, worn-out old pair.

Plans for the coming week: Go look at the pretty trees.

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It's the male-dominated sockmaker conspiracy at work again.

*firm nod*

In fairness, some of the socks on the women's side of the store were marketed to men as well--if they were men with relatively small feet. Otherwise, your evil male-dominated sockmaker conspiracy theory makes perfect sense to me.

Who said it was evil? :P

I did, obviously! :-P

Hehe. Maybe it's because men tend to wear socks more than women? I dunno.

Okay, I was looking at Google's blogsearch just now, and maybe this will amuse you:

There's a brief excerpt of this post which was autoposted by some bot somewhere else. Can't read the other post--it looks like it's just an excuse to get people to visit a search engine or something, but let's compare what I can see on the search results page to the same part of my post.

First, from my post: "So, my new shoes are running shoes in blue, silver, and white--bought on sale for exactly the same price as the last pair. Bought some white athletic socks as well and I'd like to know why,..."

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Not sure how this weird word substitution fits in with the conspiracy theory.

Bwahahaha!

I'm glad you have new shoes :-) I haven't seen a post from you in a while but I've not been very consistent on LJ lately. It's good to see you.

My posting's been very inconsistent lately, I'm afraid. There was a flocked post last Monday, but that's the most recent entry before this one. Am a bad, bad journaler.

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