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  • Happy Munday

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    My boss sent out this picture in an email this morning saying “starting your week with a celebration of this world.” So here we go, Monday. I’m starting my week off in celebration of this world no matter what it thinks of me or you or anyone. Unleash your potential for WEIRD. It’s more becoming.…

  • Holy Tiger!

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    This little girl came to visit the news studio this afternoon and the rumors of a tiger running around the building definitely got my attention. I waited a half hour, dammit, but I saw her and TOUCHED her! Oh my god, she was beautiful and she gurgled and growled and had so much energy and…

  • I hate you Dolph

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    Last night I had a dream, Pat and I were driving along the crest of a mountain. This is the great divide, he told me and I looked ahead and saw the peak and the road splitting the green like a grey spine. It was such a deep gash – an ax through the head…

  • Must I write?

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    “You are looking outward, and that above all you should not do now. Nobody can counsel and help you, nobody. Search for the reason that bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest places of your heart, acknowledge to yourself whether you would have to die if it…

  • Stationary at Midnight

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    From my car’s backseat you dip a cigarette into the night’s pool ash flakes away like skin the way people tiptoe into dust in corner cracks. Someday we’ll all leave each other and I’ll never know what your eyes are trailing – Some deep forested mirage leading a path away from these soldiering lights. We’re…

  • "Posthumous," Speech by Jeffrey Eugenides (Advice to young writers)

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    “If you try to write posthumously, however, fashion doesn’t apply. You step off the catwalk, ignoring this season’s trends and resigning yourself to being unfashionable and possibly unnoticed, at least for a while. As Kurt Woolf, Kafka’s first publisher in Germany, wrote to him after Kafka’s book tanked, “You and we know that it is…

  • Look at your hands

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    They’ve moved me up to the 8th floor today. ALong with a few other designers. I’ve lost my view, but at least I’m by a window. Thank god for that. It’s strange. The walls are higher, the light is completely different. You wouldn’t think light would mess with a design, but I’ve become so used…

  • Plank

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    Pat and I had our first session last night and while I thought it was going to be for real our first session, it turned out to be a fitness assessment to see how fat we are and to collect our insecurities and poke us. It really wasn’t that invasive at all. He measured everything…

  • Suck it, Tony Romo

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    Yesterday, when I woke up I felt something new stirring. But I have no idea what. A promise from a dream, maybe it was the dream itself and in fact nothing new is happening yet? That can’t be entirely true. Whether we know it or not, new things are happening all the time aren’t they?…

  • To console one must have suffered

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    “Do not believe that he who seeks to comfort you lives untouched among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life has much difficulty and sadness. … Were it otherwise he would never have been able to find those words.” – Rainer Marie Rilke, “Letters to a Young Poet”