boy on this server
I was telling people I would have a 60,000-word novel finished by Halloween; of course, that was before I realized the durn thing was going to be longer than 60,000 words. I'm not sure how much farther it will go. Narrative drive? Oh, yes—it's pulling like a freight train just now, which is pretty exciting. But I still don't know exactly how it will end up. One thing I never learned at Iowa was how to write an ending.
Lauren/Proleptic made 403 Forbidden geek underwear, rah rah. I appreciate the concept, though I probably won't need to reset the security permissions on my server since there have been no login attempts in a while. If no one tries to access a server, does it still exist? Ah well, there's always whiskey.
The more hospitable border promised last year by President Bush and his Mexican counterpart, Vicente Fox, has not appeared. As Bush pursues the war on terror, the 2,000-mile U.S.-Mexico border instead has become more dangerous and difficult to cross, especially along this desert stretch facing Arizona. Just about every day a Mexican dies trying to cross into the United States. Since last October, 323 people have died trying to cross into the United States, often in the harsh and remote deserts of Arizona.
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Rigo Mendoza Silva, 27, from Chihuahua state, was trying to get to a construction job in Phoenix, but made it only as far as Tucson, where he said he fell off a Union Pacific freight train. Police picked him up, and he ended up on a bus with 35 other deportees who were dropped at the Nogales border crossing. "I could have gotten killed," he said, his arms still bearing scrapes from the fall. "But I am going to try again. I have no choice. I need work."
