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I sort of signed up for two freelance projects which combined, require me to make well over 200 successful phone calls over the course of month (which apparently means at least 500 attempts, if the past week is anything to go on). This is, as it turns out, not particularly fun. But it will pay me money for writing-related activities, and so I have signed on.

My column last week suggests that North Adams should acquire a patron saint. But this week I am sending Mixed Messages.

I think between Treyvon Martin, Shaima Alawadi, and Ervin Jefferson, I may just have to stop reading the news for a while to avoid hopeless despair.