User:Moni3/Sandbox1

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The pile.
The pile.

Contents

[edit] To do

Check on the following on hold:
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[edit] Need it quick

[edit] Interesting...


Things to do (in any random crazy ADD order):

Revise Everglades; bring to FA and its satellite articles to FA:

To create To expand
Timucua
Waiting Gifted Education
Valerie Taylor
The Color Purple
Cross Creek Everglades

[edit] Ongoing projects


About Moni3

I am a resident of Florida.
I have a master's degree I don't use.
I'm quite unremarkable, and if you live in or have visited Gainesville, Florida, you may have passed me. I'm the one you didn't notice.
I used to be a teacher, but I quit. Now I am a desk jockey.
I am a convinced Quaker, and I tend to work on articles that fulfill one of three categories: subjects that make my mind rattle like a rubber ball is loose inside, subjects that represent the rare instances that people behave better than what rules or laws expect of them, and subjects that represent peace and responsible stewardship. Above all, I hope the articles I work on honor their topics.
I am pretty funny sometimes.
I don't like mimes, clowns, or dentists.
I find it interesting that some people don't know why they're at Wikipedia. Why are you here?
I saw Mulholland Dr. and became quite captivated by it. If you saw it and read the article, I wrote most of that. But I couldn't include what the film really meant, because that would be original research. So if you're really curious, here are the answers.


I created


I contributed

(articles in bold are major contributions)
WP:LGBT

WikiProject:Florida

Miscellaneous contributions


To my peer reviewers
First of all, thank you for reading the article I've written or contributed to. Secondly, I apologize for putting you through what you have to go through. I used to have an "Anal 5" grammar userbox on my page, but I had to remove it. I've accepted it. My language is convoluted and clumsy. It didn't used to be that way. Once my words came out more fluid than my body moved; before I thought about it the words were there, and they were almost always graceful and concise. But sometimes things change. Several years ago, the gift of words left and in its stead appeared different thought patterns and methods. I began to think in movement and light. My memory left me and I could no longer use my words without planning what I would say. I used to be a teacher, and that was one of many reasons I quit. However, the biggest surprise of my life appeared in the form of art. No lessons, just *pop* there it was. Unfortunately for you, here you are trying to figure out what my sentences say. Have mercy in your reviews. My thoughts now tend to come out a little bit like this. Now I just have to the get them out and sort out the verbal carnage later. On the other hand, if I have written a peer or article review for you, please excuse the excessive esoteric nature of my comments. If I use too many metaphors for movement, or stretching muscles, again — the thoughts have to come out somehow.