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Unhappy Mutant Claire has always said that I'm a mutant. My mutation isn't that radical, it's not like I have three nipples or six toes or an errant ear tucked under my hair. I'm not side show material. I'm missing three adult teeth. I didn't lose them, they just never appeared. Without their peer pressure, my baby teeth remained. 
The first one jumped ship in 1982 while I was a student at the University of Waterloo. Sandra kindly consented to accompany me and gamely held my hand throughout the extraction. The second (pictured right*) fled the scene in 1996 at some swanky Tribeca dentist. Without Sandra, I just had to grin and bear it.My remaining baby tooth is making motions that the time has come to part ways. While I'm a little unhappy, I can't complain. It's done it's duty. I just wish it would go quietly. Ow! Sandra, if you're reading this, please come to San Francisco at your earliest convenience. I'd like to hold your hand. * Before harrumph! there was the horrific Somewhat Daily Ditty. Call it an exploration of bad poetry. The 1996 dental adventure was recorded here and here.
Little people. A nice interview and review of the Mirror Project from Australia. The day before yesterday? Urban triptychs. |
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