Formal Letter of Introduction
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rinueTo Whom It May Concern:
Yesterday, I received an e-mail from one [Turtle], to the effect that I should make myself known to you. To whit (excerpted from a larger document):
"I've met the most interesting little chick here. I've decided that you and Valancy need to contact her via email- [address exempted].uk- because she doesn't have any Virgo friends (except me) and she is one and I said she could borrow some of mine. She and I connected almost instantly upon meeting. She is planning on studying Middle Eastern history because she feels a real connection with anything from there. She is reading the Koran. She likes to belly dance and flaminco. She's scared of sharks and is completely Earth. (reminds me of Valancy on those last two points)"
As I imagine you have inferred from the above paragraph, I am one of the "virgo friends" you have been permitted to borrow. I am not, however, Valancy, as you may have intuited from both my e-mail address and the unusual potentiality of someone referring to me in the third person when speaking in a second-person situation, (although this does happen from time to time and is mildly less unnerving than people talking about me in second person when I am not present).
I am very cold at this time, because my parents' house in Boston is not properly heated. It is quite old, at least for America. I mention this because my hands freeze every two sentences, and I must put them into my pockets. This creates a stop-and-go style of authorship which lends itself to overanalysis.
My friend Jamie arrives in a few hours, and I must leave soon to get him at the airport. I make note of this not because I expect you to know who Jamie is, but because it is on my mind. I have not seen him in at least six months, nor lived near him for more than a year prior to that. When we lived in the same city, we were members of the same comedy troupe. We also participated in a postmodern production of Julius Caesar: he was Brutus; I was Casca and a number of bit parts. We habitually stayed up all night, talking and painting and writing plays. He often found mine highly frustrating, because he (like many people) has trouble with absurdism.
I have trouble with anything else.
I am, of course, exaggerating for dramatic effect.
I know Turtle through the aforementioned Valancy. The two of them attended the same college, and lived down the hall from each other. I am told that when I first met Turtle, two or three years ago, she flashed me. I cannot remember this, although I suspect it is true; for the most part, I remember that her walls were covered with advertisements for Volkswagon's New Beetle.
Obsessions, I find, are very humanizing.
That seems to be the phrase of the week. I almost inevitably have them -- not because I am repeditive, (although I am,) but because of the flavors of time. I cannot tell whether this phrase is an improvement over the phrase of a few weeks ago, "opportunity cost and the freedom of working within constraints." Of course, I have always had difficulty distinguishing between advantages and disadvantages.
I don't really know how to make myself human to you, beyond the understanding that Turtle will vouch for me. She does that a lot.
As you are an impartial observer, you may be better able to answer the following question than most: if I decide to join the circus, will I be better off working the freakshow or caring for the animals?
Yours at least temporarily,
Romie
Yesterday, I received an e-mail from one [Turtle], to the effect that I should make myself known to you. To whit (excerpted from a larger document):
"I've met the most interesting little chick here. I've decided that you and Valancy need to contact her via email- [address exempted].uk- because she doesn't have any Virgo friends (except me) and she is one and I said she could borrow some of mine. She and I connected almost instantly upon meeting. She is planning on studying Middle Eastern history because she feels a real connection with anything from there. She is reading the Koran. She likes to belly dance and flaminco. She's scared of sharks and is completely Earth. (reminds me of Valancy on those last two points)"
As I imagine you have inferred from the above paragraph, I am one of the "virgo friends" you have been permitted to borrow. I am not, however, Valancy, as you may have intuited from both my e-mail address and the unusual potentiality of someone referring to me in the third person when speaking in a second-person situation, (although this does happen from time to time and is mildly less unnerving than people talking about me in second person when I am not present).
I am very cold at this time, because my parents' house in Boston is not properly heated. It is quite old, at least for America. I mention this because my hands freeze every two sentences, and I must put them into my pockets. This creates a stop-and-go style of authorship which lends itself to overanalysis.
My friend Jamie arrives in a few hours, and I must leave soon to get him at the airport. I make note of this not because I expect you to know who Jamie is, but because it is on my mind. I have not seen him in at least six months, nor lived near him for more than a year prior to that. When we lived in the same city, we were members of the same comedy troupe. We also participated in a postmodern production of Julius Caesar: he was Brutus; I was Casca and a number of bit parts. We habitually stayed up all night, talking and painting and writing plays. He often found mine highly frustrating, because he (like many people) has trouble with absurdism.
I have trouble with anything else.
I am, of course, exaggerating for dramatic effect.
I know Turtle through the aforementioned Valancy. The two of them attended the same college, and lived down the hall from each other. I am told that when I first met Turtle, two or three years ago, she flashed me. I cannot remember this, although I suspect it is true; for the most part, I remember that her walls were covered with advertisements for Volkswagon's New Beetle.
Obsessions, I find, are very humanizing.
That seems to be the phrase of the week. I almost inevitably have them -- not because I am repeditive, (although I am,) but because of the flavors of time. I cannot tell whether this phrase is an improvement over the phrase of a few weeks ago, "opportunity cost and the freedom of working within constraints." Of course, I have always had difficulty distinguishing between advantages and disadvantages.
I don't really know how to make myself human to you, beyond the understanding that Turtle will vouch for me. She does that a lot.
As you are an impartial observer, you may be better able to answer the following question than most: if I decide to join the circus, will I be better off working the freakshow or caring for the animals?
Yours at least temporarily,
Romie
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