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Reda's Pouch: November 2007
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Now bow your heads, and pretend to be serious. Sunday, November 11, 2007. Viva la Revolución Antiséptica! I've written at length. Though never coherently,* about the mockery we make of curbing the spread of nosocomial infections by insisting on wearing ties. Fie upon the tie et cetera. Namely, he was missing a tie. But also a jacket, a shirt, and pants. And he was unshaven and crusty-eyed. I mean, he had all of these things. Him but he was holding them in his hands as if to say, 'I have no use for these!
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Reda's Pouch: November 2008
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Now bow your heads, and pretend to be serious. Tuesday, November 4, 2008. Now, I include the author's own English translation of the first scene of. A powerful condemnation of cowardice and theft and a loving collage of stunningly poignant dialogue. In this, the opening scene, we learn that knowledge is ignorance and age is meaningless in a world where years are frozen to the ceiling like icicles that may fall at any moment and hurt someone- or worse, cause an insurance flap. INT ROOM - NIGHT. Slaps MAN ...
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Reda's Pouch: May 2008
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Now bow your heads, and pretend to be serious. Monday, May 26, 2008. 3 Diphthong. Diphthong. Diphthong. A word so ballsy it doesn't even come close to demonstrating its own meaning despite a surplus of idle letters. I make a point of creating social situations in which 'diphthong' is not only a propos, but rather expected. Yes, I'm very talented. Say it both ways. Say it ten different ways. If you're using this word, I'm sure you have the time. Links to this post. Thursday, May 15, 2008. This runs deep&#...
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Reda's Pouch: Frustraturbation
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Now bow your heads, and pretend to be serious. Wednesday, May 16, 2007. I had begun writing a list of trivial things that annoy me (for no good reason) because that is the sort of person I am. I was still calm. I wanted to dissect a little deeper into my shallowness. I started a new list. Starting sentences with 'basically.'. Uninformed use of vernacular. Irresponsibly executed linguistic maneuvers- these include poor syntax, inappropriate idioms, and incorrect use of plural forms when the singular is in...
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Badger's Sett: Truth and Beauty 6-1
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No badgers were harmed in the creation of this blog. Not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease. Tuesday, May 19, 2015. Truth and Beauty 6-1. Truth and Beauty updates (most) Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Some time later Jack found Stephen in the sick bay office, standing in the dark in front of a large computer screen. “There you are, Stephen,” he said. “Why are you standing in the dark? 8220;The middle meningeal artery? 8221; said Jack. Location: I-16, Hyperspace. Truth and Beauth...
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Reda's Pouch: December 2007
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Now bow your heads, and pretend to be serious. Monday, December 17, 2007. It turns out that I have been thinking and that I know more about what I want than I knew I know now, nearly new as the knowledge is. Call it maturity or inevitability, but maybe the sum of all indifference is truth or even wisdom. Well, I'm eleven years short of forty so let's not get carried away just yet. Instead, let's call it 'about freakin' time.'. Is this about a woman? Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Reda's Pouch: The dojo of the master putter of the foot in the mouth
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Now bow your heads, and pretend to be serious. Monday, March 24, 2008. The dojo of the master putter of the foot in the mouth. I paint my world with an angel's lock brush dipped in smooth golden weirdness. I make my awkwardness myself in my distillery from the rarest, purest, and sweetest of character flaws. The craft is delicate and arduous, requiring patience and an apetite for one's own foot. Cave quid dicis, quando, et cui. Quod non cotidie. By this time, the preparation has become thick but clumpy&#...
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Reda's Pouch: January 2008
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Now bow your heads, and pretend to be serious. Tuesday, January 15, 2008. Caution: This post was processed on equipment that also processes nuts. The ensemble was sublime in ways that would be best imagined if my brain were made entirely of taste buds. No time to think; gotta. At times like these, when it's late at night and I's gots the hunger, I watch old movies. So I was watching. Tron 2: Master Control Program's Got Guns and Raybans, Bitch. I think it was released under an alternative title,. The int...
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Reda's Pouch: 42
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Now bow your heads, and pretend to be serious. Thursday, May 28, 2009. There's often something else in the background. A weird platelet count, a low sodium level, a little anion gap- something that might be easier to ignore than to try to figure out how it fits into the clinical picture. I'm assuming that I'm going to at least notice these annoying details. That is, I'm already assuming that I'm vigilant. So, is this science or art? People. Observant, curious, creative,. The doctor is a scientist, but th...
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Reda's Pouch: July 2010
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Now bow your heads, and pretend to be serious. Friday, July 23, 2010. Disclaimer: This post is some kind of failed allegory for something but I’m not sure what. A pebble is certainly no boulder, rock, or stone. It is not even a shard or nugget. It ought not deserve a place in the lithic family. I don’t know if the pebble is endowed with a soul. Maybe some are. The good ones. Or, more likely, the bad ones. Because why would a good pebble have a soul? Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
