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Welcome to my Journal

Hello and welcome to my old journal—version two. It’s been replaced by a newer, shinier third version, but if you’re interested in what I did between the 26th of February, 2000 and the 15th of October, 2008—this is where you’ll find it (at least until I’ve migrated it to journal3).

Starting at Saturday, 26 February 2000, and still going. Entries after 15 October 2008 are in v3. Go there for them.

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Please Note: All dates use the logical DD-MM-CCYY (day-month-year) format, and NOT the backwards American style. 01-03-2001 would be the first of March, and not the third of January.

’Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.

The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left, as strikes the Player goes;
And he that toss’d Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all—He knows—HE knows!

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop’t we live and die,
Lift not thy Hands to it for help—for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
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