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– May today be a productive day!

WORD OF THE WEEK
Leviathan.

QUESTION OF THE DAY
What is the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten?

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Over the years, we’ve been hit by more trains than the coyote in a road runner cartoon. – Andrew Heller, the Flint Journal.

My family and Jessica and anyone who’s worn out on me talking about Flint should skip this.

– SELF-IMPOSTED INSOMNIA, AND THE RATIONALIZATION AND JUSTIFICATION THEREOF – You only live once. Only one chance to read Proust and Markson. Only one chance to read DeLillo. To give this classmate these notes, critiques, observations. To go on this walk with Jessica.

My brother…

Note: I had no idea this would be so popular! Anyway, this was the toughest so far. Sorry, Cody! They only had three options for beards, none of which quite resembled yours. I scoured the place for a euphonium or at least some sort of horn, but the only horns were devil horns, and the only musical instruments were guitars.

– ENTHUSIASM – I’d love to go into the weird asynchronicity between the things I feel and the things I do these days. To add a little bit of relevance to the mix, I’m pretty sure Jessica is going through the same thing.

– First: LAURA

– WEATHER – It’s finally feeling like November.
– YESTERDAY – Was a nice day. I kept being made to feel good by people, again and again.
– THE PAPER – If anybody wants to read the story I wrote for my homework the other day, email me.

AMBER

PAUL

MERIDITH

GEMMA

CHRISTIAN

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– PORNOGRAPHY – Yesterday after work, Jess and I met Matt and we attended a panel discussion on the evolution of and social impact of the sex industry, and particularly pornography. It was an interesting debate, with views ranging widely upon the panel and an unruly (and sometimes disrespectful) audience.

A response to earlier comments made:

If history is a river of convergent channels, and we are the rocks and impediments that block its path and roll along beneath the surface, then Wollunqa is the great snake, that slithers back and forth just above us, blotting out the sun, grasping some of us some of the time and rubbing his scales against us to scrub away the algae and make us gleam and shine.

and

From here.

Drop me a note if you like, and I’ll “draw” you.