May 2012
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April 2012
6 posts
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Because the Sunday New York Times Doesn't Have... →
i liked this week’s newsletter so much i sent it twice. the second time, it even had a subject line.
March 2012
20 posts
Even as the accessibility of information makes it less necessary for a group to...
– Why Great Leaders Are in Short Supply - James S. Rosebush - Harvard Business Review
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Jack's mother came to visit
She dated men from Germany and Switzerland. Men from Brussels. She looked to the rigid and proper countries. Men, she thought, who would mistake her brittleness for vivacity. Men, she thought, who would not melt her.
She is Jack’s mother and she moves like glass in danger of breaking. She does not ask him and he does not ask her. His mother looks at the girl Jack is living with with suspicion....
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I went camping
at Del Valle Reservior in the East Bay.
It was a 45 minute drive from my house.
I had a good dinner.
Spent quality time with scotch, a fire and Neal Stephenson’s Reamde.
The red beast and I walked and at first, courtesy of Packing for Mars, it reminded me of a place where people might test astronaut gear.
And then I flashed to The Road.
But that’s just the way of...
My work accrues sentence by sentence. After an initial phase of sitting...
– My Life’s Sentences - NYTimes.com
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The Spawn plays editor. Baby animals almost always make the cut.
will you live with me?
in a small house in berkeley? with nice neighbors and no storage? a house I’ll fill with jackets and bikes. will you be stunned, with me, at the way our things fit? and you will slowly — slowly — start mixing those things together — your clothes in my dresser, my computer on your desk — until we lose track of who moved what through the front door?
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jack gets a piece of mail
It said that his house was going to be sold at auction in 45 days. On the courthouse steps, he told the girl. Why am I living with you, she said. Why did I move in here?
Jack wanted to say: because you didn’t have a choice. That’s how he felt about living with her. Instead he told her about the lawyer and the real estate agent. He told her about the friend who moved to North Dakota. Everybody is...
February 2012
10 posts
crankreport.tumble (fiction) →
short stories are my first, and big, writing love.
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what'll it be
i feel love - bronski beat
por homme
Covenger & Kester
A Conversation of Cool
Old Chum
The Selby
The Arm
January 2012
3 posts
December 2011
8 posts
I would rather have the 200 imperfect books that comprise my history and mark...
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Work. Work. Work. Every day. At the same time every day. For as long as you can...
– chillit.htm
November 2011
4 posts