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She Took She Took A Little Sip
This interesting object that resembles a urinal but isn’t one was installed a couple of days ago in the unnamed university’s library just outside my office. It is a water fountain and water bottle...
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My Whole Life Spins
Pass this on. Also: yesterday, the cable finally came back on, bringing phone service and internet. Twelve minutes ago, the tiny town shut off the water.
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Chances Are Your Chances
The tiny town is staging a benefit for Hurricane Sandy recovery efforts. I baked carrot cakes and even got over myself enough to make cream cheese frosting with orange juice, which is goddamn delicious...
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To Have Fun With Anyone
Here in New Jersey, you can’t go three feet without someone mentioning relief efforts because it is no exaggeration to say whole neighborhoods and a few towns along the New York and New Jersey coasts...
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To Take You Away, Leaving Today
Before the murder of twenty little children, I would not have imagined President Obama speaking to the nation while wiping tears from his eyes. Call your representatives. Tweet. Write. Demand action on...
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The Feeling That I Should Have
Art supplies I will mail to Supreme Court justices, congressmen and governors. Here’s why: Ladies, we are calling on all of you to now INCORPORATE YOUR UTERUS! This is the answer to being recognized...
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Us What They Wanted Was
Man oh Manischewitz, I hate those year-end lists. Ten worst cheese platters! One hundred one best missing planes! Seventy-seven hams to wear before you die! Thing is: folks sent me art supplies. This...
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The Dice Were Loaded
I know you’re scared, but I am with you. As Mr. Rogers said, “Look for the helpers.“
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A Movie Or A Measure
This afternoon, we had a break from normal November weather. I went outside to mail some postcards and found Andie wielding a shovel, a hole in what passes for our front lawn. Tata: Whatcha doin’?...
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