Late last May I wound up in a cemetery.
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more fun than Eddie Murphy in French
It’s been tough this election season, being in Canada where the action ain’t (and they’ve their own campaigns to mind). Mostly, I cry. Oh glorious day, when my absentee ballot arrived. In 2006 I took a photo to commemorate my Secrecy Envelope. This year, I’ve pulled out all the stops to document my patriotic anguish…
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9/11 is the new thanksgiving
Even in Canada. Especially in Canada, with its pre-Halloween Turkey Day.
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i went to the animal fair
The birds and the beasts were there.
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being a good american
When I first heard months ago that the Republican National Convention would assemble in St. Paul, a tic tore through my body, psychosomatic dread and detestation you’re not welcome don’t you dare shield your faces in my city. Worst, my howled-raw voice and middle fingers wouldn’t be there. I thought about it—taking break from idyllic…
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let the shames begin
Torn at the moment, an eight-year affair, two years divorced but I’m so goddamned close it’s all I can do to keep from crying just wanting to be there.
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neopatrician
Today I ate a deformed apple. It’s one of the ways I give back.
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guest post
There’s this one girl? She knows I’m me.
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the idiots
Victoria finally got the guts, the ambition, the fire in its belly eating up the oxygen from the wind in its sails to scorch its fair citizens with 84 degrees, no breeze, brazen.
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moving daze
Deepsicks and its many tentacles will be moving to a new host!
