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Category: TODAY
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Whoa I'm sorry, boy I stepped into some kind of alternate dimension where time wasn't moving and when I stepped back out again time had moved. Here we are. Working so much. I have cried from the sheer weight of it but on the plus side I'll have money for the hot sandy beach calling…
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A beauty in white, heels clicking on the sidewalk, matching white bag slung over forearm, ducks around the corner and pulls down at the sides of her very short, very tight dress. At the edge of the parking lot, a tall police officer is on his walkie talkie while the middle-aged seller packs up the…
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In light of what I have done and have yet to do I should be sleeping and in the same light I am not. Part of my brain thinks I can stay awake and prevent bad things from happening and as I am not a shark or whatever animal it is that lets part of…
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On Friday my favorite wine bar was closed when we got there and the second wine bar closed just as we finished the pickled cheese, but the third wine bar was open all night, Goldilocks, and we so started late and finished later, a nimbus of alcohol and fine fellow feeling around our heads as…
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I wake in the darkness, even the sleep mask doesn't help, but I push it down under the pillows along with the dreams, and I stretch like a cat and make the bed before I can crawl back into it. Work for a few hours in the dark, the room lit only by the glow…
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I rolled off the bus soaked with salt water and took a taxi directly to the beer garden. It goes without saying that the taxi driver needed to say racist things to me; for the last few months it seems that any stranger that gets me alone wants to say racist things to me and…
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She said it's like how people say they want a million dollars. Everybody says they want a million dollars but the thing is you get it, and your whole life is disrupted. You don't know who your real friends are any more, you obsess over stuff you never used to worry about, you quit your…
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In London I slept on a mattress on the floor and woke up to tea with milk in first and cereal that comes in blocks. I went to the British Museum where every sign tells you not to touch the art, tells you about the oils on your skin, which all I could imagine was…
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Apparently they're making a movie about David Foster Wallace. I don't understand. I remember… was it Salinger who complained about how people knew more about Percy Bysshe Shelley than they did about his poetry? Well… here's the thing: Two vast and trunkless legs of zzzz that sexy monster Byron, though, amiright? Sometimes art is interesting,…
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Read 12 books by non-English writers (in English, but anyway) Watch 12 Czech movies + 12 Woody Allen movies Learn 12 songs Cook 12 new things Yeah, it's not Woody Guthrie's resolutions, but it will do.