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Showing posts with label The Rumpus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Rumpus. Show all posts
Monday, May 5, 2014

How We Do It: Part XLIV

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When a doctor tells you you have silent migraines, it's like asking someone on the street which way to the station and they say,...
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Monday, November 12, 2012

Veteran's Day and Vonnegut

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I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the...
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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

"The occupation is not meant to become a butterfly"

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I like this: Yesterday I went down to Zucotti park. It seemed like there were at least a thousand people and probably more surroundi...
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