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the furrowed brow: July 2007
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Monday, July 16, 2007. Mr Finger Wagging Fuddy-Duddy Goes Modern. More and more I find myself bemoaning the state of professional criticism as new journalism crushes every remaining vestige of objective criticism in favor of blog entry/confessional-style meanderings for the masses. This album is fucking brilliant – it made me want to cut my hair, paint the ceiling, fuck the postman and burn the disco down. So I did. Then I curled up in a corner, cried, and shat myself.". Tuesday, July 10, 2007. Subscribe...
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the furrowed brow: High Colonic Made of Music
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Sunday, July 1, 2007. High Colonic Made of Music. Driving down a desolate stretch of Wilshire Blvd near midnight, windows down, as a violin solo plays over the radio, I manage to come closer to meditation, or rather the end goal of meditation (nirvana? Did you know that Los Angelenos have more enemas than any other city? Maybe if it just rained more. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mr Finger Wagging Fuddy-Duddy Goes Modern. High Colonic Made of Music. Confessions of a Quote Whore. She Of Rapier Wit.
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the furrowed brow: Cease and Desist All Consumption of Crepes
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007. Cease and Desist All Consumption of Crepes. Today I received an anonymous letter in the mail, the actual mail, not the internet, and you can imagine my surprise when I tore open the sloppily scribbled-on envelope to find a list of demands. A LIST OF DEMANDS! Yes, that's right: "Immagrants" (xenophobes being the notoriously bad spellers that they are). But the typos persisted, as did the hate. French baker-rapists in our midst! WHAT IF THERE IS AN IMMAGRANT WHO WANTS TO MOVE TO T...
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the furrowed brow: Mr. Finger Wagging Fuddy-Duddy Goes Modern
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Monday, July 16, 2007. Mr Finger Wagging Fuddy-Duddy Goes Modern. More and more I find myself bemoaning the state of professional criticism as new journalism crushes every remaining vestige of objective criticism in favor of blog entry/confessional-style meanderings for the masses. This album is fucking brilliant – it made me want to cut my hair, paint the ceiling, fuck the postman and burn the disco down. So I did. Then I curled up in a corner, cried, and shat myself.". É um provedor de internet discada.
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the furrowed brow: March 2008
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Thursday, March 6, 2008. A Casual Smoker's Conundrum. Deep down inside, two factions are at war: one that acknowledges cancer and my own asthmatic past, which, when combined with big tobacco, leads to an emphysemic future, and my other side which chooses to translate "carpe diem" as "sometimes you gotta say what the fuck.". Clearly the Romans did the same. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Casual Smokers Conundrum. Confessions of a Quote Whore. Nuggets of Attempted Intellect. She Of Rapier Wit.
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the furrowed brow: June 2007
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Friday, June 29, 2007. Real Men Cry at the Movies. So I cried at. Terminator 2: Judgement Day. Kind of wept actually. Like a baby. I was twelve-years-old and very immersed in Terminator lore at the time, if such a thing's possible, so you can imagine my shock when the "good" terminator chose to self-destruct at the end (for the good of mankind, no less). Suffice it to say I was devastated and chose to show my devastation through tears. What it was to be a man in that moment. I won't go into details excep...
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the furrowed brow: Real Men Cry at the Movies
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Friday, June 29, 2007. Real Men Cry at the Movies. So I cried at. Terminator 2: Judgement Day. Kind of wept actually. Like a baby. I was twelve-years-old and very immersed in Terminator lore at the time, if such a thing's possible, so you can imagine my shock when the "good" terminator chose to self-destruct at the end (for the good of mankind, no less). Suffice it to say I was devastated and chose to show my devastation through tears. What it was to be a man in that moment. I won't go into details excep...
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the furrowed brow: April 2007
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Saturday, April 28, 2007. It's Not Easy Being Yellow. I'm not sure how to articulate this episode. but two nights ago I yelled at a taxi as it passed by - why? LET IT BE SAID: My girlfriend's a scrappy number. If provoked, there'd be no stopping the sandal to his/her scrotum (her scrotum? I begin training tomorrow. Monday, April 23, 2007. The Human Sex Drive. I bet he never told a soul. The reason I bring it up: a terribly embarrassing episode from my youth, long buried in the recesses of my mind, resurf...
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the furrowed brow: Apparently he was quite the pugilist during the war
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008. Apparently he was quite the pugilist during the war. But he didn't. Instead, after landing, as the plane taxied to the gate, he turned to and having seen "Farewell to Arms" in my hands, said, "Apparently he was quite the pugilist during the war.". I was struck. Speechless. Burbled out something unintelligible. I was dumbfounded. "This is the first book I've read of his, to be honest. I'm probably the wrong person to ask. It's an interesting question though.". She Of Rapier Wit.
