Spitball Army

“It has a certain…,” he said, finishing with some French phrase. “Huh?” “You know, a certain quiddity.” It still was Greek to me.

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Though his pusillanimous nature realistically prevented it, he still dreamed of, one day, becoming King of the Forest.

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Top Chef Masters;
Researching my house;
American Masters: The American Novel

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Rain;
The library;
The Dexateens’ Singlewide

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I used to think that 1972 was the be-all, end-all year of pop music, and 1967. Now I’m not so sure which one comes out on top. There is a ten-year stretch in there between the mid-’60s and the mid-’70s when some of my favorite records of all genres were released. I become firmer in my resolve about that with each passing year.

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Of course there is powerful literature in all big cultures, but you can’t get away from the fact that Europe still is the center of the literary world … not the United States.

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Mac would sit in the back reading or would roam about the store chatting with people in English and Spanish.

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She sat, firm as a kettle drum,
As the Asian college girls lay on blankets at her feet
Studying organic chemistry.

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Being evasive is not the same as lying in Bush’s mind.

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Today I was sidelined with the incapcitating numbies, which is what I am calling the non-specific dizzyness and lethargy that I am associating with a cold. I also can’t sit still in one place today. So I am taking the opportunity to spend the afternoon in my office, clearing out the crap.

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