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rabbitchasing: Blogspot dictionary, round 3
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Blogspot dictionary, round 3. Lymulst- (n.) the thin lip of the top curve of one's ear. Kevin knew he could not look Wendolyn in the eyes when he asked her to the 6th grade dance, so instead he concentrated very hard on the lymulst of her right ear as he proffered the fateful question.". Mondlesi- (v.) what happens when spaghetti noodles get gummy and stick to eat other in a very unappetizing fashion. Ousectuab- (n.) a rare and delicate crustacean found in the marshes of Mississippi. In her own mind (as ...
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rabbitchasing: October moon
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It was Juliet who entreated her Romeo not to swear "by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb.". I couldn't help but disagree with Juliet tonight. I was driving around that big sweeping curve of Lookout Mountain, I glanced over to the side, where the lights of greater Chattanooga spilled out into the valley. The lights were flickering- fizzing- fading in and out in a fever burn. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). All rabbit trails get you somewhere. So she was considering,.
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rabbitchasing: Out
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I returned to Oxford for four days after tramping through Greece and was happy when the bus rolled into Gloucester Green. I was back in a town I felt on good terms with. We were on a first name basis at this point- I knew my way around. I knew where to buy the cheapest eggs, the best beer, and the post office with the shortest lines. But everything was different once I began to walk around. I left Gloucester Green and…where should I go? I suppose that was really the trouble—I had no valid reason fo...
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rabbitchasing: Darling, darling clementine
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Darling, darling clementine. I have had an all-consuming passion for clementines for the last 4 months. It's been for many obvious reasons- they are beautiful, and cheering, and succulent- -but I think I've finally figured out the main force that draws me to them. I think it's because they are so distinctly un-British. Clementines are such a relief from this British, British world. To help you get my drift, here are the top 5 foods the British are good at:. I just wrote a scintillating. Now that spring i...
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rabbitchasing: The 5 Songs I Hate With the Most Severe and Burning Hatred I Can Conjure
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The 5 Songs I Hate With the Most Severe and Burning Hatred I Can Conjure. Not that it's ever going to happen, but one of my great fears is that one day I will be asked to be that person decides Top 5 Best Songs of All Time for Rolling Stone. It would be miserable. I would mull endlessly, and as soon as the results were published I would realize that I missed the Big Duh Song that is most obviously the best. However, I have no problem listing the Top 5 Most Hated Songs of My Life , which are:. I admit, th...
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rabbitchasing: Sharing
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My favorite shop in Oxford is Scriptum. A lovely nook in the Turl selling fine stationary and old, yellow-paged books. Walking into Scriptum the first time was like that scene in "Swiss Family Robinson" when the Swiss Family Robinson creaks open the door to the abandoned captain's quarters on their old ship. The glass. The globe. The drapes. The desk. The books. The treasure of it. How does it work? Is this a man or woman singing? You must always start from where you're at. This has become a motto of...
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rabbitchasing: My best teachers
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Chipping Camden, Cotswolds. I must add that a very, very serious park ranger named Patty held a roseate flashlight on the loggerhead whole time, and she has since become immortalized in Harrison memory as that epic turtle lady). I exposed you to the Corn Palace. Now that is really something.". Yes, but the Mitchell Corn Palace (in Mitchell, SD) is exactly it. Because of my parents' persistence to find. These places and taste. I remember at one point, on that same month-long camping trip, my dad pulled th...
