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My stories are dark and lush like ancient forests, although sometimes funny like your great aunt when she mispronounces "organism." (Go to www.thehandlesspoet.com to see what I mean).

I also sing and make men cry. Not always at the same time, either.

I love reading Ö÷²¥´óÐã news. I initially encountered the HYS message boards when I was feeling particularly grumpy about something Bush or Dick or Dino or Michael Jackson or Mr. Ed had done (I can never remember). I posted opinion after opinion and found that I could wave my arms in the air like Kermit the Frog or make hair pulling motions, or even just say something snarky. Cos snarky is good. Real good. I especially enjoy being snarky about things like religion, literature and sex. Who doesn't? Still, I liked seeing other people's ideas. Sometimes they were so sensible they changed my mind.

Then I answered a Ö÷²¥´óÐã online form asking if I had ever visited or lived in Paris. I happened to be in Paris that very day -- it was my third visit, the second in three months. And Anna, this really sweet Ö÷²¥´óÐã producer from WHYS, emailed me and asked if I wanted to talk about Paris on-air. She didn't even get cross when I talked all over her. How could I say no?

So, WHYS, wherefore dost I love thee? Because you let me say what's on my mind in one place where lots of other folk are saying what's on their mind, all on the same topic at the same time. It gives me perspective and helps me be more tolerant. "Us" and "Them" come together with voices and names to discuss our beliefs and thoughts. That's an important thing these days, when people'd rather shoot than share. (And I'm really more of a shooter. Trust me.) If the world is going to keep spinning with any people on it, this is where it starts...