December 2011
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A Little Christmas, Jackie Returns to the States...
FRIEND: Hey Jackie, well I am assuming it’s about time for you to return. Are you ready for it?
ME: I’m almost ready for it. First I have to jump through a gate of fire…I believe most Americans refer to it as ‘New Jersey’. There I shall fast until my eyes cross. Permanently. Then I will take my trusty walking stick and cross the Appalachian mountains into the...
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Fun with Times, New York Times, August 26, 2011
“The thefts are believed to be the work on an organized gang of itinerant people known as Irish travelers, who are also involved in drug smuggling, money laundering and the less flamboyant crime of distributing fake power tools”
“We didn’t need the capital, but it doesn’t hurt in a volatile time.” Charles O. Holiday, bank chairman
“Another friend,...
November 2011
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this room and everything in it: "An Insistent and... →
rabbit-light:
—David Abram Like an enormous leech the pancreas lies with its head tucked into the duodenum, upside down, the tail outstretched over it, an animal curled in on itself. In the preserve jar of the belly, it wriggles like a strange, medieval cure. When we sleep, Anicka, the pancreas secretes…
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Watched ‘Modern Times’, came out of the theater to a thick fog. When at home decided to flip through the portable Oscar Wilde book I got at the library and found this:
“If you meet at dinner a man who has spent his life in educating himself—a rare type in our time, I admit, but still one occasionally to be met with—you rise from the table richer, and conscious that...
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“Empathy, he had once decided, must be limited to herbivores, or anyhow omnivores who could depart from a meat diet. Because, ultimately, the empathic gift blurred the boundaries between hunter and victim, between successful and defeated…As long as some creature experienced joy, then the condition for all other creatures included a fragment of joy. However, if any living being...
August 2011
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Bookslut Interview with Anthony Bourdain Excerpt:...
There’s a passage in the Salman Rushdie book The Ground Beneath Her Feet that talks about people who don’t belong to any one place and have to keep moving, and reading it was like feeling, oh, I’m not the only one.
AB: It was a sad moment. It was one of the most beautiful moments of my life, but it was also a sad one. It was a selfish moment. I’ve talked elsewhere about there are times in your...