Spitball Army

Hipster watches from behind his square lenses with a cold espresso. I glide by with a steadicam gaze, then pan wide, with scone.

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She used to hate foreign films: “Who wants to read a movie?” Now that her hearing is failing, Swedish thrillers are among her favorites.

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Myfriend Jane recently Facebook-posted a list of the top ten dead bodies in literature, a list that includes Rev. Ames from Gilead and the dead woman discovered by the fishermen in Raymond Carver’s “So Much Water So Close to Home.”  She mentioned that Rebecca from Daphne du Maurier’s novel of the same name was a […]

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I. Great Uncle did stunts in silents and shot a man in a cowboy one-reeler, then vanished to the hills like Roy Earle in High Sierra. II. His nephew, my father, could quote all of Fred C. Dobbs’ lines and shared his suspicious tendencies. Perhaps it was genetic. III. Dad called him Hobart Humphrey. I’d […]

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The moon, plugged-in, illuminates the clouds in the dome overhead. I feel it within reach: my own white and gray Truman Show.

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Lists! And none of them are in ranked order. Also, none of the lists include the couple of handfuls of things that I forgot. Here goes: My favorite music of 2010 (the source material for this coming Sunday’s playlist): Mandelring Quartett / Schumann: Piano Quintet Josh Rouse / El Turista I disliked this album at first, […]

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We’re going bowling this afternoon. I’m on the ward team this week. We (the 43 Cripples) are bowling “The 102 Plastics.”

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I had some good sunny-side eggs this morning and the weather outside is nice.

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