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Mediocre Extraordinaire: The S.S. America
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Friday, September 12, 2008. The SS. America. The SS. America sat a hundred yards offshore, motionlessly drifting, wearing, and salt-rotting-away with each wave the rolled across its decrepit, ancient body. Posted by Conor Izzett. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Long Beach Post Sports. A Wind Inside a Letter Box. The SS. America. View my complete profile.
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Mediocre Extraordinaire: May 2008
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Friday, May 2, 2008. I'm a secular person, by nature, I guess. My grandmother was a lifelong Catholic, and despite years of neglect and punishment from the church, she was loyal to her final hours. I was raised Catholic, basically at her insistence, but it just didn't take; somewhere between figuring out that Santa Claus was a sham, and when I started getting laid on a somewhat regular basis. 8211; it's enough to make a secular guy like myself feel a bit left out. I want some red shoes too. I need all yo...
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Mediocre Extraordinaire: Lollipop
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008. You know when you hear some astounding figure, like, "a car accident occurs once every six seconds," or something? That was funny in a much different way. Isn't ONE bound to smash someone into the ground like a thumbtack? That would just be humiliating. Posted by Conor Izzett. I'm sorry, I think it's just that we have similar driving routes. My bad! PS You better be submitting this story somewhere. It's way too good not to. March 14, 2008 at 2:37 AM. Long Beach Post Sports.
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Eyes, Ears, and Conscience: Two Slices of Cake and an Imperial Pee
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Eyes, Ears, and Conscience. What is the purpose of life: to be the eyes the ears and the conscience of the Creator of the Universe - Vonnegut. Tuesday, May 29, 2007. Two Slices of Cake and an Imperial Pee. We had a very slow, sleepy morning. Neither Zak nor I got out of bed until around 11- and then we wandered over to the nearby bakery and produce shop to buy lunch. We ate a quiet lunch of fruit and crusty, olive-bread in the hostel courtyard. Afterwards we walked through the Vienna Jewish Museum. h...
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Ennui for free: July 2007
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Welcome to my blog! It should be smooooth sailing, folks . I'm kidding. It shan't be - at least I hope not. Upsetting? Probably. But I assure you that it will always remain far from unreadable. In all earnestness, please enjoy. I hope this isn't a waste of your time . because I'll admit to you, - friend, stranger, critic, etc - with my heart, beating, vulnerable and moist on my sleeve - it will never be a waste of mine. Monday, July 30, 2007. Last night's concert was totally mega sweet! I have to go all ...
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Ennui for free: March 2008
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Welcome to my blog! It should be smooooth sailing, folks . I'm kidding. It shan't be - at least I hope not. Upsetting? Probably. But I assure you that it will always remain far from unreadable. In all earnestness, please enjoy. I hope this isn't a waste of your time . because I'll admit to you, - friend, stranger, critic, etc - with my heart, beating, vulnerable and moist on my sleeve - it will never be a waste of mine. Tuesday, March 11, 2008. Filipino wives . . . All her relatives think your name is Joe.
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Ennui for free: June 2007
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Welcome to my blog! It should be smooooth sailing, folks . I'm kidding. It shan't be - at least I hope not. Upsetting? Probably. But I assure you that it will always remain far from unreadable. In all earnestness, please enjoy. I hope this isn't a waste of your time . because I'll admit to you, - friend, stranger, critic, etc - with my heart, beating, vulnerable and moist on my sleeve - it will never be a waste of mine. Monday, June 11, 2007. Random thoughts from my day off. Posted by Carolynn @ 9:50 PM.
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STEINBLOGGER: 10/14/07 - 10/21/07
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Let the pun shine in. Seriously Brilliant Stuff (Not Mine). A Storied Year with Mike Guardabasico. Conor Izzet's Mediocre Extraordinaire. Eli Bates is a Grizzled Historian. Erin Writes Stuff About Books. Matt Dupree Fought the Lol. Or, Wind In a Letter Box. The Long Beach District Weekly. Vincent Grimonte Does Blog. You Could Read This Also! View my complete profile. Wednesday, October 17, 2007. How will he do it? Looking at him from the rearview mirror. I don't want to go.". That's really selfish of you...
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Mediocre Extraordinaire: December 2007
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Saturday, December 29, 2007. The sheriff finally had a major break in the most disturbingly violent case our little town’s deputies have ever dealt with. Now there was no need to announce this, or at least I didn’t require an explanation. Upon hearing this story I immediately knew the culprit was an adolescent male. I’m no detective, but the crime fits the profile, does it not? Who else but a 14-year-old boy would do something so profoundly stupid? Posted by Conor Izzett. Thursday, December 27, 2007.
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Mediocre Extraordinaire: May 2009
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Monday, May 4, 2009. 9th Street Between B and C. Labels: New York City. Cold wind coaxes out sheets of rainwater collected in the trappings of perpetually present scaffolding, shielding work not being done on a dilapidated, boarded-up and futureless former elementary school. The water softens the paper and weakens the glue behind advertisements upon posters upon notices upon graffiti, all clinging to and dragging down the blue-painted particle board covering up the street’s modern ruins.