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On my way to the compost tumbler this morning, carrying a bottle of urine.... Why go on? With an opening line like this, is there any need? All that could be said has been said. This is my life. And I have one. Surely, there could be no better evidence than this. I do what needs to be done. Things get done in what Frank Sinatra called 'my way.' And yet the way is not solely mine, for this transmission grows out of a conversation with my 30-year-old Read more [...]