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working in the library… chopping down books and digging holes in the floor…

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a few days ago an image occurred to me that I do not ever remember seeing - someone getting his tongue cut off, and his mouth filling with blood.  It was an image both unbidden and unwelcome, and…

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mom always used to dress me funny but at least we matched…

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This is not seattle - it’s a pine-carpeted suburb so close to MicroSoft I can smell the money.  We’re not doing the city thing. …

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so they said they’d run out and get some craft supplies for the wedding, and then we’d go kayaking.  Two hours later they’re still drawing maps of the tables and talking about…

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little kids can say the darndest things… just this morning I was talking to my little nephew and I asked him what his favorite thing was to do in school; he though for a second and then brightly…

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the violence continues… but finally it’s back where it belongs...

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I watch it sizzle on the grill
the juices spewing on the coals
the flesh becoming carbonized
I cannot keep myself from drooling
Try to think that this was once
alive,…

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The air mattress on which we’re sleeping has a firm warning on the side, in all the languages of the EU (English, french, russian, pashtun and urdu): “CAUTION: Use with the flocked (floque,…

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The twin 9 year old boys’ heads were silhouetted against the 32” diagonal digital sony flat screen.  They were playing a snowboarding game on the x-box.  One of the groom’s…

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masochistically delicious....

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So we were all at “Table 1,” which was way up near the front on the left side.  The bar was in the back on the right side.  After several rounds of cocktails we noticed that every…

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There has been a lot of partying.  Hardcore partying; games that involve screaming and buzzing at people and a 4-oz “jackass” shot that only cousin Justin dared endure.  Lots of…

Posted on Aug. 05, 2002[0]print

Lesson learned from the pastor and our commentators: it takes three to make a good marriage - the husband, the wife, and Britney.  When you only see two sets of footprints, its because Britney’s…

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Let’s just put this out there so it can start to evolve on it’s own: Chick Beardwang and his (her?) sidekick Nimbus Chigger.  Who?  How?  Why?  These questions are as…

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In honor of the happy hour at Ucky 13 that I missed last friday, me and the northwest party crew (kel and pj and heather and robin and justin) went into seattle to explore the options.  We started…

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I’m working my way through grad school as an ASSHOLE…

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how about a tv show about a saccherine adolescent teenager from the fifties who sublimates her blossoming sexuality by collecting a bunch of tacky crap - you could call it Joanie Loves Tchochkies..…

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I finally finished Milorad Pavic’s 1990 novel, “Landscape…

Yesterday was my THIRTEENTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY.  After being out of town, running my sorry ass back to work, being so sorely beset by the very fact of existence, we kind of skated on the “formal…

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THE LIFE AND TIMES OF PIN MONEY PETE

Pin Money Pete’s an institution
Pin Money Pete knows where it’s at
Pin Money Pete signed the constitution
Pin Money Pete…

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Another gem from the Bombala: Wednesday the Rabbi Kicked Ass…

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Golden moment from contract negotiations with management: to see the Deputy Exec Director/Director of HR smiling, tenting his fingers, serenely advising us that “You’re always going to have…

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fragmentary lyric:
Keep your filthy foriegn money
stuff yourself with milk and honey
olive oil, sweet and running wetly down your woven apron
Rest beneath our heavy datepalms…

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Well it happened again.  I may need to put out my own eyes if I can’t keep from looking at strangers on the bus.  Either I’m the only…

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Once a day it’s time for lunch
and I retreat a little deeper
crawl beneath my spotless desktop
digging down into the carpet…

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the sad fact is I really do love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.... (irritating music for your cubicle thanks to Morning Fix)…

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The triumph of indolence...

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The room was dark and throbbing.  I knew some of the faces drifting past my own but not well enough to ask any of them to help me, to extricate me from my dim sense of responsibility.  There…

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hey here’s one that’s been mouldering in my drawers for a long time…

SOLACE

Utterly alone he waits,
his muscles straining for the test -
he hears the…

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