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Is it Winter, 2004 already? Where does the time go? As Groucho Marx once opined, "Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana." That's kind of how it's been here in Stew-land. Much has happened during the last six months, in our lives and no doubt in yours. Much has been revealed in the world of politics and elsewhere; we're heading straight into primary season here in the U.S. and elections are around the corner. There's a curious lack of interest, and outrage, in what's going on -- in the world, and in our own country. I've been struck by what draws us in, what stories are highlighted vs. those that aren't. In my corner of the country, a story describing the strife over a lost dog, its new owners, and its original owners, got front-page coverage in a respected metropolitan newspaper. It's confusing, to say the least. But it's February, and we're in a sappy mood, after all. To wit: Roses are red; violets are blue; This is our Valentine's present to you: The very first issue of 2004's Stew! Um. To read some real poetry (and essays, stories, and more) you'll have to click the links to your left. We hope you'll enjoy the winter Stew. Thanks for coming with us. Cheers, Bryna MacKenzie, chef and stirrer of pots	Editor: Mysti's reviews are wonderful. I may not always agree, but I appreciate the fact that they're so thoughtful and in depth. And I was so saddened to read about the passing of the LAST BEIGE BRA. Losing an old friend is indeed traumatic. But as one who has lost other things , my loving advice to Glo is, BE BRAVE. As an old friend of mine used to say, "Tits Up." Sydelle, from the Northern Reaches.

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Is it Winter, 2004 already? Where does the time go? As Groucho Marx once opined, "Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana." That's kind of how it's been here in Stew-land.

Much has happened during the last six months, in our lives and no doubt in yours. Much has been revealed in the world of politics and elsewhere; we're heading straight into primary season here in the U.S. and elections are around the corner. There's a curious lack of interest, and outrage, in what's going on -- in the world, and in our own country. I've been struck by what draws us in, what stories are highlighted vs. those that aren't. In my corner of the country, a story describing the strife over a lost dog, its new owners, and its original owners, got front-page coverage in a respected metropolitan newspaper. It's confusing, to say the least.

But it's February, and we're in a sappy mood, after all. To wit:

Roses are red; violets are blue;
This is our Valentine's present to you:
The very first issue of 2004's Stew!

Um. To read some real poetry (and essays, stories, and more) you'll have to click the links to your left.

We hope you'll enjoy the winter Stew. Thanks for coming with us.

Cheers,

Bryna MacKenzie, chef and stirrer of pots

Editor:

Mysti's reviews are wonderful. I may not always agree, but I appreciate the fact that they're so thoughtful and in depth.

And I was so saddened to read about the passing of the LAST BEIGE BRA. Losing an old friend is indeed traumatic. But as one who has lost other things , my loving advice to Glo is, BE BRAVE. As an old friend of mine used to say, "Tits Up."

Sydelle, from the Northern Reaches.