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words and pictures
~ Monday, February 24 ~
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A
new york times
published poet sells his poems
Columbia
Radio - university
(A reading there
Now on
Line)
the poet is also on YouTube
and poems are written upon
request

A
new york times
published poet sells his poems
Columbia
Radio - university
(A reading there
Now on
Line)
the poet is also on YouTube
and poems are written upon
request

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~ Sunday, December 29 ~
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~ Monday, January 21 ~
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Astonishing—how many corridors you walk through, turning this way, that way, trying different knobs, looking for entry, losing heart, before you come to the door that opens as if it were the easiest thing in the world and you just step through.
— from “Postcards” by Sven Birkerts, in THE OTHER WALK (Graywolf Press, 2011)

~ Friday, January 11 ~
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The shock of the twenties is how narrow that window of experience really is, and how inevitable it seems both at the time and afterward. At some point, it is late, too late, and you are standing on the sidewalk outside somewhere very loud. A wind is blowing. It’s the same cool, restless late-night breeze that blew on trampled nineteen-twenties lawns, dazed sixties streets, and anywhere young people gather. Nearby, someone who doesn’t smoke is smoking. An attractive stranger with a lightning laugh jaywalks between cars with a friend, making eye contact before scurrying inside. You’re far from home. It’s quiet. All at once, you have a thrilling sense of nowness, of the sheer potential of a verdant night with all these unmet people in it. For a long time after that, you think you’ll never lose this life, those dreams. But that was, as they say, then.
Semi-Charmed Life by Nathan Heller, The New Yorker, Jan 14 2013
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~ Wednesday, September 19 ~
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emmastraub:

Book Tour Stop #6: Boswell’s Books, Milwaukee, WI

My parents grew up in Milwaukee, and I have lots of relatives nearby who very gamely showed up for the event. In addition to actual relatives, the crowd was lousy with folks who have known my parents far longer than I have—my father’s high school teachers, my mother’s old friends, etc. It was a really warm and fuzzy evening. I must say, I highly recommend traveling with an entourage—it makes every reading a success when you bring your own cheering section. Also, Boswell’s is INCREDIBLE. Big, well-stocked, friendly. I wish I lived around the corner. 

Hosted the delightfully sweet Emma Straub this week. She’s just a peach!! Really, events like this are a joy ; and authors like this, kindred spirits.


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~ Friday, August 24 ~
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The Guide says there is an art to flying”, said Ford, “or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
— Douglas Adams (Life, the Universe, and Everything)

One of my faves.


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~ Thursday, April 12 ~
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hotguysreadingbooks:

This striking photo was submitted with just one line, “His brother’s even hotter!” Really? Because this guy is not one to overlook. We demand to see proof! 
(thanks, Stacie Michelle!) 
— Posted by Kristin 

hotguysreadingbooks:

This striking photo was submitted with just one line, “His brother’s even hotter!” Really? Because this guy is not one to overlook. We demand to see proof! 

(thanks, Stacie Michelle!) 

— 
Posted by Kristin 

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~ Wednesday, April 11 ~
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There is still magic, fun and beauty in the world.

And a part of it can be yours in East L.A. Visit Caine’s Arcade in person if you can, or online if you can’t.

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~ Tuesday, March 13 ~
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Recently I heard Hazmat Modine for the first time, with his song Bahamut, and now can’t get enough of it (or him). This is a pretty great live version.

Note:: Bahamut, the legendary Arabic mythological beast, as written about in Borges’ magnificent Book of Imaginary Beings

Tags: Hazmat Modine music Jose Luis Borges Bahamut awesomeness
~ Wednesday, February 29 ~
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Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid … He talks, that is, with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness.
— This would be the Raymond Chandler quote that inspired the new clothing line for Freshjive. Not joking. (via fsgbooks)

I am that man.


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