Tweet A DOG OR A FOLK SONG Alexander, our older brother, set out for a great adventure. He tore our images out of his pictures, he scratched our names out of all his letters. Our mother should have, just named you Laika! #
TweetThere really isn’t anything to write about. It’s all been done. The Simpson’s have already covered it. The Existential Significance of Homer, I believe has been covered. Google: The Simpson’s and Philosophy. Amazon will have it for less than $10. I wonder if they offer free shipping… Debit or credit, ship to home or ship [...]
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Posted 28 November 2010
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TweetLoose leaf? What’s that mean? College ruled or wide? What are you talking about? A notebook? Yeah. I have a notebook. Do you? Oh you do too? What kind do you have? Hm. I’ve never heard of that kind before. I have an apple.
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Posted 24 November 2010
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TweetSo let’s see what happens. I’ve sat down this morning, coffee and silence, cereal and spoon, with nothing but desire to tell you everything I can about everything of me. I’m going to put this whole thing out there, and listen for any indication it was heard. If it falls flat, just barely leaves the [...]
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Posted 17 November 2010
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TweetLately I have been thinking a lot about the relationship between earth and water. I have always been fascinated by the concept of which is stronger. Earth is solid. It is the foundation upon which all is built, holds things together, provides stability. Often considered harsh, stubborn, rough or even unbreakable. Its rocks and mountains [...]
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Posted 11 October 2010
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TweetJournalism has one foot firmly planted in the future, but has struggled mightily to get the other foot to follow. An information superhighway threatens to chop off journalism’s lagging leg, but journalists remain. They’ve adopted new techniques, and adapted to this digital age. Journalism will thrive in the future, and will feature instant gratification for [...]
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Posted 04 August 2010
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Tweet Creation, curved like an egg, opens with gilded golden wings. They call you Khepera. You move close to the earth, eat bits of old. An amulet allowing ascension adorning the deceased with spells written on cool stone: prayers balanced against a feather. You push the sun across the sky and motion the moon to [...]
TweetDelving deep into iron-red rock, the swell of San Rafael, Bodies become canyon, pebbles, sand, dust. Whispers: primordial language of water. Juniper and sage spice thin air. Scent and sound discordant coexistence with a harsh, gracefully broken land. Persistent sunlight grazes a shear rock face, ghosts twist between crevices and emerge as ancient art carved [...]