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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives: February 2012
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives. Welcome. Enjoy your statistically likely 4.5 minute stay. Sunday, February 26, 2012. I didn't teach Dirty how to fetch - she just started doing it. All I wanted to do was get it on film. Not perfect, but I will take it. Friday, February 17, 2012. I just ate the worst chicken salad of my life. The chicken was virtually undetectable. Basically, it was a raisin-and-mayonnaise sandwich. This is the plate the sandwich was on before I threw it away in anger.
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives: December 2011
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives. Welcome. Enjoy your statistically likely 4.5 minute stay. Tuesday, December 20, 2011. I Used to Be Smart But Then I Discovered Booze. The first book I remember really lusting after was Hitler's Willing Executioners. I was 14 and had just been informed that the Holocaust had happened by way of an in-class production of The Diary of Anne Frank. Not to be snobby or elitist or anything,. Anyway so I read the book. It took me months and months. Was all before ...
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives: March 2012
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives. Welcome. Enjoy your statistically likely 4.5 minute stay. Friday, March 9, 2012. I had a goddamned meeting yesterday in the O'Hare airport area. I basically had to commute up to the airport in the morning (90 minutes! Drop my car back at my apartment since I didn't want to pay $36 to park downtown, and then commute to work on the public as usual. Suckfestival. I sort of freaked out. Gram, it's me," I said. She opened the door all the way and stood before ...
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives: I Don't Know How to Be a Writer
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives. Welcome. Enjoy your statistically likely 4.5 minute stay. Monday, April 23, 2012. I Don't Know How to Be a Writer. Number one is that I hate the new format of blogger. Moving on, though,. Because of the generous encouragement and support you've all lately sent me, I've been making a big push for writing every day. Flannery O'Connor said this about it and it's a passage that's stuck in my mind:. Problem 1 - This Blog. Problem 2 - Discretion. About #1: As I...
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives: Systems Break Down
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives. Welcome. Enjoy your statistically likely 4.5 minute stay. Monday, June 11, 2012. Sorry for making you wait two weeks. So far, I have returned every book I've borrowed from the Chicago Public Library on time or early, and have incurred no late fees. I have an elaborate system in place involving my Goodreads.com account, my print-book CPL account, and my downloadable media CPL account. My record with the CPL is perfect and pristine. June 12, 2012 at 3:07 AM.
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives: Vacation and Preparedness
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives. Welcome. Enjoy your statistically likely 4.5 minute stay. Tuesday, May 8, 2012. JP and I are going on vacation this week. I'm prepared in the sense that I have planned and purchased a classy outfit to wear to the airport so that I can still appear respectable if I hangover-vomit in the TSA line again. You can pack all kinds of razors and take them on the plane. Lighters too. In fact, all you need for a sweet-a vacation are razors and lighters. Every morni...
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives: August 2012
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives. Welcome. Enjoy your statistically likely 4.5 minute stay. Monday, August 20, 2012. We used to take my grandmother to a certain Jewel for groceries because she liked it the best out of all area grocery stores and supermarkets. They closed this, her favorite Jewel. They knocked it down and erected New Jewel right behind it (? Maybe they'll have finished the new parking lot," my mother suggested cheerfully as she drove us down Harlem. Yeah right," my grandmo...
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives: August 2011
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives. Welcome. Enjoy your statistically likely 4.5 minute stay. Friday, August 26, 2011. Last week I went to a release party for this. Book Alex Shakar's Luminarium. I just finished book five of Song of Ice and Fire. And I've got at least a couple of years to wait before book six comes out. I'm no longer carrying one of the five books around and am therefor not an identifiable member of the George R.R. Martin community. My sorrow is deep. Before you answer that...
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives: July 2011
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A Writer Must Record the Times in Which He Lives. Welcome. Enjoy your statistically likely 4.5 minute stay. Friday, July 29, 2011. I Took All the Good Genes Out of the Gene Pool and my Brother was Left with Nothing. While looking for my birth certificate, I came across my brother's baby book. There was a time when he was small and adorable, and I recalled this brief time nostalgically as I flipped through the pages. On one page, my mother wrote: "He hums everywhere he goes.". When did I stop doing that?
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Being a Maker: March 2010
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Being, not doing, is my first joy." - Roethke. WHAT IS UP MY FRIENDS. At least that's what they say on qwantz.com. And I've always wanted to be as cool as those dinosaurs. Guess where I was headed, here? The grocery store, five blocks away. The cashier at the grocery store asked me, with a smile, if I needed a bag, and if I was going hiking. I was suddenly self-conscious and told him my apartment was just hard to get to. Acid dyes manufactured without heavy metals! You will drink a bottle of it! So we ar...