February 2012
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Just in case you missed what I was up to late last... →
Maybe my best series of blog posts
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My glasses are coming via UPS tomorrow. Things...
Here come some virtual try-ons
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Wow. Playing bass is tough
I mean, in a physical sense. I just pulled my bass out of the garage and jammed tuff on it for like 20 minutes and my right arm is jello, and my lefthand fingers are raw. No wonder I was so angry as a 19-year-old.
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Sometimes I'm not sure how I feel about being an...
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I have somehow forgotten to listen to new music so...
I discovered this when I began compiling a list of my favorite songs of the year so far and got stumped after 1
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That thing where I bravely spell a word I've never...
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The noise I just made after taking my first sip of...
icarntspell:
unintentional.
This President’s Day let us celebrate The American Woman
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Here's another link to the feature I wrote about... →
Revolutionary work here, ladies.
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As your body floats down third street With the burn-smell factory closing up Yes it’s sad to say you will romanticize All the things you’ve known before It was not not not so great It was not not not so great And as you take a bath in that beaten path There’s a pounding at the door Well it’s a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity He says, “The good old...
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So I wrote an article/review about Fleetwood Mac... →
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I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.
– John Steinbeck
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Game of Thrones valentine cards
nevver:
Chris Bishop
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slaykob:
Shit Fresnans Say. This rather adequately describes people from Fresno.
This is awful. I’m just sharing it because I’m so glad it exists.
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Seriously so annoying when what I want to listen...
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I Saw In Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing
SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing,All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches;Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark green,And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself;But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone there, without its friend, its lover near—for I knew I could not;And broke off a twig with...