If nobody in my physical environs would coo at my mischief with meanings, plumb with me my ticky return to suspicious enthrallation over the way a combination of words can let you down and deliver–with equal investment–a bright new textured thing, if my friends weren’t going to be forthcoming with validation nor co-dependency, I did the only thing a true American can do in such a jamb: I began the long lovelabor of electronically enshrining these bits of rhinestone that take me as if I were a deer in Tazer luminance.