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I'm a web developer who used to be a desktop publisher who used to be a typesetter who also used to freelance copy edit, proofread, edit, and write. I used to call myself a one-woman publishing company. Now I call myself Meryl Yourish, the owner/operator of yourish.com. I'm from New Jersey, and that fact doesn't make me blush. Never did. I like New Jersey. But it's getting too crowded. I made frequent trips south to visit a friend in the Richmond area, and moved there in the summer of 2002. It's much less crowded, but it needs more kosher butcher shops and Italian bakeries.

My views used to be liberal. I seem to be turning center/left, some say center/right. I am intolerant of intolerance, for the most part—if that isn't a contradication in terms. Sometimes I find myself being intolerant of things I should be tolerant of. I am only human; I try to stop doing it when I recognize it. (It's that unexamined life thing. See the first blog.) One thing I will never change: I am an avowed, unabashed, unashamed supporter of Israel and Zionism (the establishment and maintenance of a Jewish state) and an uncompromising foe of anti-Semitism. If you hate Israel and Jews, you're going to have an unpleasant time on my weblog. Buh-bye.

I also tend to be a wiseass from time to time; can't help it, can't change it. Okay, won't change it. Sarcasm is a necessary tool for forward growth. And you can quote me on that.

I'm a writer. I write essays, I write short stories, I work on novels (damn, they're a pain!). My answer to "Why do you write?" has always been "Why do you breathe?"

I've been growing this weblog since April 22, 2001. I intend to keep it green and growing for a long time. Your comments are welcome.

You can read more about me on my FAQ page. And don't miss the Terms of Use. Because you just might have to pay me a whole lot of money if you don't follow them. (That's right. I'm talking gazillions, too.)