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navel gazing

the sun looking at me all cockeyed

December 15, 2009

several times already this year I have been gently arrested by the realization that all this cold, this snow, this bitter wind, and lack of leaves and flowers, all of this is thanks to a little teeny tilt of the earth on its axis. But it’s not the distance from the sun that has us [...]

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Give Us Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Every Dead Thing

November 18, 2009

the third-world skull I want for my cabinet of curiosities

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captain conundrum

October 17, 2009

It occurred to me today that I’m in a bit of a social bind.  On the one hand, I tend to seek out people like myself. On the other, people like myself tend not to like people. It’s going to be a long winter.

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Twenty-Seven Degrees of Separation

August 13, 2009

My mother and I ground a sober shuffle into the treatment center’s accountant’s office (she shuffled, I more limped) to pay another’s room and board. After some small talk and paper slinging, the bald fact of the sequestration made itself completely hairless: “This is where I ask for the money, she said. I pulled out [...]

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Self-Soothing

June 17, 2009

In Sam Sheridan’s A Fighter’s Heart he talks about dogs that will fight for forty-five minutes without letting up versus the dogs that quit earlier.  He quotes a trainer: “All this care, you must love the animal, and if the animal loves you back, you will get a dog that fights past forty-five minutes, an [...]

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