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Month: February 2012

  • Excerpt from Inside HigherEd

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    Capitalism vs. Art One of the fundamental themes of “Seminar,” Rebeck said, is “What does it mean to be an artist in this world we live in now?… What does it mean to be an artist in a capitalist society?” “I’m not so sure that having the critics endorse you is a sign that you’re…

  • Photos on Etsy

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    I’ve started a new Etsy shop It’s a work in progress, so I’ll be adding more photos soon

  • Beautiful Baby Girl

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    4lbs 15oz and 18″ gangly inches. Beautiful and healthy and BIG considering. Welcome to the world, little nub

  • Bitty boy or girl Dotter

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    My friend Dianne is having her baby today – 3 months early. She’s been in the hospital for a month after her water broke because they needed to keep baby cooking. Lungs, heart, kidneys are pretty important for a person – even a person the size of a glow worm. I didn’t know it was…

  • I had to be sure

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    My hands smell like garlic. And I ate a banana and licked my fingers and strange things happened. Why do some flavors clash with each other? I suppose it’s the same reason some people clash with each other – born in different cycles, different dirt. Pat has the flu. I went to the store at…

  • Pearl and the Beard photos

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    I should have brought my real camera. I knew it! Damn. Oh well – the phone did ok, actually it did poorly, but we were in the first row, leaning on the stage all night and the last thing I gave a crap about what taking pictures on my phone. Damn these guys are talented.…

  • Maintenance Man

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    Your breathing rakes leaves of air into a green metal scratching sound on concrete. Rattling inside you is a steady oscillating tool, loose screw. Or perhaps you are mopping the flooding blood. Damn kids, you mumble through a dream, plugging the faucets again, the pipes, my lungs. I watch your nightly maintenance – sighing, snoring.…

  • Feeders, Mutuals, Calmers

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    I’ve been dizzy for days. Riding in cars is the worst. I’d drink until I puked, but it’s in my brain, so that wouldn’t help anything especially not my brain. It’s like my eyeballs have displaced somehow. The motion is a continental shift, two frictioning plates moving to opposite poles. I’m only bitching because it’s…

  • Don't forget your black rimmed glasses

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    These wonderful people are the reason I’m taking a city jaunt. I’m going to watch their videos all day, wear my pearls and try to grow a beard. My Brookie gal is 27 and her goal for the year is to attend 27 events/shows/plays. I think she’s in the 20s already. It’s easy to do…

  • City bound

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    It took about 10 minutes for my last post to cyberwarp. Today, my blog is acting like a little boy with short legs crossing the street. I keep pulling his arm to move faster – there are cars barreling down, trucks’ engines hack. Exhaust saturates my nose like the gas mask is slowly slooow.ly numbing…