June 2012
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“I see you have books under your arm, brother. It is indeed a rare pleasure these days to come across somebody that still reads, brother.” — Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange, 1962.
Jun 2nd
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Jun 1st
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May 2012
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May 31st
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Who is that girl from a dream? I can scarcely remember that vivid apparition, brown-haired and slender a phantom in the night a corpse to my conscious mind the muse of dusk and dimly lit rooms So familiar in the moonlight in the dark she blooms and beckons At dawn, a faint memory.
May 31st
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It’s such a damn shame that I have no desire to read any of the assigned readings for my English class and instead want nothing more than to settle down with my neglected personal library to cranially ingest at full capacity.
May 30th
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May 29th
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May 19th
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May 14th
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May 10th
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May 9th
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“Every man who knows how to read has it in his power to magnify himself, to multiply the ways in which he exists, to make his life full, significant and interesting.” —Aldous Huxley
May 9th
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May 7th
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May 7th
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Get Drunk
Tonight is the, but more importantly my celebracion de cinco de Mayo. And what more is it anyway, than a proclamation to exhort drunkenness? Taken literally or metaphorically, this madness is brilliance. And thus,
May 6th
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“…he retrieved the book from the stacks, returned to the third floor, then settled down in a green leather armchair in one of the smoking rooms. The bright May morning lurked outside like a temptation, a call to wander aimlessly in the air, but Quinn fought it off.” — Paul Austen, City of Glass, 1985.
May 5th
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May 5th
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May 5th
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“So this is where she lived! I smelled it, touched it with my fingers, walked through it with my feet. It was as I had imagined. This was her home. Blindfolded I could have acknowledged the place, for her odor possessed it, her fevered lost existence claimed it as part of a hopeless scheme. An apartment on Temple Street, and apartment in Los Angeles. She belonged to the rolling hills, the...
May 4th
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April 2012
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Apr 26th
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Apr 23rd
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Apr 23rd
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Apr 22nd
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Apr 19th
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Apr 19th
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Apr 17th
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Apr 15th
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Apr 14th
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Apr 14th
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Apr 14th
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Apr 14th
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Apr 14th
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Apr 13th
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Apr 13th
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Apr 13th
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Apr 13th
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Apr 12th
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Apr 4th
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“All I want out of life is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a business suit. That’s why I’ve decided to transfer to business school.” — Guenter
Apr 1st
March 2012
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Mar 30th
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Mar 29th
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A Brief Interview with Hilarious Men
A conversation between Laika & the Cosmonauts and an interviewer about up-keeping a ramshackle, vintage bright green Italian-made electric Farfeeza organ from the ’60s. I: “Well duct tape solves all problems, doesn’t it?” L&C: “Also known as Jesus tape.” I: “Is that what that’s called, because it performs miracles?” L&C:...
Mar 29th
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Listen “I traveled far and wide through many...
Mar 29th
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Mar 26th
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Mar 26th
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