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Remember when in the first grade your teacher - whom you had a crush on - would ask you to tear out a sheet of looseleaf paper from your notebook for spelling tests whose most complicated word was “could” (NOT spelled “cood”)? The robin’s egg blue lines laid out on the page like a poor man’s gradient done in by a red thread whose shade is identical to that of those teeny-tiny red spiders; the ones birthed in legions during the sultry months of July and August. A fingered effort to squish just one led to demise of hundreds. As I wrote this introduction last week and am only now revisiting this post, I don’t know where I was going with it. Was I going to talk more about the myriad colors of paper (construction paper as an orgy of brights)? Or was it a brief exposition on small red spiders and their copious and subsequently destructive breeding habits? Who’s to say? Either way I have pictures to share. Behold the newest addition to Gremmie’s playground of magical fun - the Mustache Ride!

Inspired by Jay “my last name is impossible to pronounce without sounding like a gaijin” Chandrasekhar’s character in Super Troopers, Arcot ‘Thorny’ Ramathorn (and possibly W.B. Mason), I am now the proud parent of a bushy, borderline-handlebar mustache. In its incipient days here on earth it’s garnered both compliments and looks of abject horror. For the times I have received such inappropriate looks I remind myself that all neo-pioneers should expect a modicum of ridicule for bringing back what was once dubbed the “Super Mario”. What is a neo-pioneer you gremmies ask? Well it’s someone who re-establishes a trend that was once in style, but has since gone out of style; like snap bracelets or cow tipping (Balewind Farms forever!). I predict that soon all of New York will be growing bristles above the brim. Below is a picture of Plums and myself in Allendale this weekend past; the pants are snug and I am not, in fact, happy to see you. But if you like, continue to think yourself a basket of hilarity.

I joined facebook yesterday because I don’t have enough distractiions in my life already. It’s the other social netowrking site whose roots are grounded in the college crowd. During its nascent development it was only available to college students with a legitimate colegiate email address. I missed that boat by a year or two; of course that doesn’t make me feel dated but thanks for asking. Now that they’ve opened their doors the site will let just about anyone sign up; gremmies included.

Jill turned 25 yesterday. For a birthday present I got her an appointment at Brite Smile. In hindsight I realize it’s like getting someone a treadmill for Christmas. The ol’e “Hey you need to lose weight you rolly-polly mess! Here’s a ostensibly thoughtful gift that will not only force you to loathe me but that will also slowly siphon your self-confidence as it silently judges you in the basement. In a year it will be so buried under a pile of clothes the dust mites will have dust mites on them.” Really though Jill had been buying Crest white strips for her perfectly aligned chompers. I wonder if their gleam will keep me awake at night. Of course to class up her birthday gifts I also bought her a pair of Pearl earings from Mikimoto.