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where have all the blog posts gone?

if you're reading this on blogger, as opposed to on facebook (if you read these posts solely on facebook, this doesn't concern you and you can go about your life without reading further), you may have noticed that some of the historical posts- the ones on the first page, at least, have gotten a bit shorter. they're all still there, of course, but i have started adding page breaks on some of the longer posts, so they aren't quite so visually intimidating and so visitors to the site can browse quickly rather than becoming entangled in my...  loquaciousness.

i'm not going to go back and do this for the entire five and a half year history of the blog, i'm not that obsessive (not at the moment), but i figured i'd at least tidy up the front page to get things started. to view any post in its entirety, just click on the words "read more" at the end of the section on the front page. doing so will whisk you away to a space where you can enjoy the full post, with pictures, videos, links and whatever exciting goodies i can throw in there.

on another note, a good friend tells me that the band seefeel have reformed, which is nice, because they were quite a lovely band back in the day, but i'm hoping that this doesn't result in them hunting me across the earth, demanding their name back. the fact is, while they were languishing in self-imposed retirement, i've been using the name "more like space" for radio shows in two different cities, this blog, my space, facebook and a basically every public face i have (except my dj name, which is of even older vintage). in fact, if you google the phrase "more like space", this blog turns up second only to the wikipedia entry on the song. so there. nyah.

just kidding. i'm curious to see what they do after a long hiatus and i promise not to steal any more of their track titles for my personal gain. i've made my more like space bed and i'm comfortable here.

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