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Meetings With Remarkable Minds: October 2004
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Meetings With Remarkable Minds. I want to write you letters, all apologies and praise. Sunday, October 31, 2004. Thanks to Captain Huffinsuff and McSweeny's). Uncle Andy's Bag o'Pubic Lice. Fun Time Halloweeny THC Crisps. A Punch in the Face. Chocolate Dipped Human Appendages. Penis Flavored Candy Cabobs. Happy Happy Black Tar Heroin. Whatever Pills Mom's Got. Something Tastes Like the Sock Drawer with Nuts. Junk On the Kitchen Floor in a Bag! Ground Up Glass in Nougat. Pictures of Your Parents Doing It.
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Meetings With Remarkable Minds: December 2004
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Meetings With Remarkable Minds. I want to write you letters, all apologies and praise. Friday, December 31, 2004. I Take It All Back! I do, I'm really very sorry. One too many Pyramid SnowCap's last night. they're just so tasty, you know? Really, Holidays, I love you baby. You know how I get when I'm mad. Just one more chance, please, baby? You know I love you. I'll change, really I will, just. here, look, see? Putting on that skirt! Saran-wrapping my boobs into this teeny tiny shiny top! I'll make big p...
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Meetings With Remarkable Minds: June 2005
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Meetings With Remarkable Minds. I want to write you letters, all apologies and praise. Saturday, June 18, 2005. In the course of numerous random conversations, I have had the opportunity to go on, ad-nauseum, about my opinion in various areas; for one reason or another. perhaps the conversation spiraled dangerously off course, the movie started, the coffee was ready, my counterparts fell asleep. but for some reason I never got to explain myself thoroughly. AND LOCKING THE DOOR! You're blocking my way!
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Meetings With Remarkable Minds: February 2005
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Meetings With Remarkable Minds. I want to write you letters, all apologies and praise. Thursday, February 17, 2005. Several One-Sided Conversations I Had in my Head on My 15-Minute Commute Home. Yep Your job sure is hard. Please excuse me while I play this violin. Oh? Dude, while your desire to strrrrrroll through the MUNI station is admirable, I would kindly appreciate it if you would stop weaving. So, you know, the locals can get on their train. Thanks.". I forgot about that! Get up. I'm getting of...
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Meetings With Remarkable Minds: May 2005
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Meetings With Remarkable Minds. I want to write you letters, all apologies and praise. Saturday, May 21, 2005. THEN, after a particularly nasty bout of strep throat, I woke up in the middle of the night unable to breathe. (This was when I was thirteen, so no, I didn't smoke. Yet. Heh.) High-tailed my ass to ER, at which point we discovered that the little dangly skin at the back of my throat? I have a brain tumor. Okay, not really, but I have an inflamed lymph node, apparently? Links to this post. I will...
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The Report: August 2005
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005. It's Just a Bump. Then I come home to check out just what is happening in New Orleans, hearing that things are bad. And man, things are BAD. You know the stories and the news, so I won't repeat them here. This is nothing that I ever thought I'd see in America, for some reason. But, four years ago we all said the same thing about New York, so there you are. By the way, that bump on my arm has disapeared. Posted by spoonturtle37 at 11:24 PM. Like a Chain, or the Cat. From "cool"...
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The Report: Literature and Language
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Friday, September 30, 2005. As I was walking to the BART station after a great lunch (thanks, Miss List.), in the balmy 65 degree heat of San Francisco, I noticed a bumper sticker. The language above was in Spanish, but the translation below read "No Person is Illegal! We refer to their status by the adjective used to describe their activities. The previous post demonstrated how a word can attain a personality, but here the word robs people of their personality; in fact, it robs them of their humanity.
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The Report: June 2005
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005. Moot, But Righteous! I sent the following letter first to Tom DeLay and then to Bill Frist. Hopelessly waiting for a response? No, just indignant and wallowing in it. And, like a good evolved ape, throwing words, not feces, at my opponents (just this once):. Or maybe you were concerned with her soul, as a good Christian? Shame on you, Mr. DeLay. If you had based your decisions on your Christian upbringing then I would write a letter to that church and ask them what on ea...View ...
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The Report: September 2005
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Friday, September 30, 2005. As I was walking to the BART station after a great lunch (thanks, Miss List.), in the balmy 65 degree heat of San Francisco, I noticed a bumper sticker. The language above was in Spanish, but the translation below read "No Person is Illegal! We refer to their status by the adjective used to describe their activities. The previous post demonstrated how a word can attain a personality, but here the word robs people of their personality; in fact, it robs them of their humanity.