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Every round went two minutes. If you stepped out of the ring, you lost. If you cried, you lost. If you got knocked out or if you yelled stop, you lost. Afterwards we drank Coca-Colas and smoked Marlboros, our chests heaving, our faces all different shades of blacks and reds and yellows.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Read “Refresh, Refresh” by Benjamin Percy.

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there are beautiful white birds/that live completely in flight

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Read “In Flight” by Jennifer K. Sweeney (from the 2009 James Laughlin Award-winning book How to Live on Bread and Music).

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Google Book Settlement

Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Department of Justice has concerns. (via)

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Updated list of nicknames for CGR

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Can't Get Right, a fat cat of indeterminate breed

Can't Get Right, a fat cat of indeterminate breed

AKA:
Big Blessing
Big Cat
Big Face
Big Guy
Big Pants
Big Poppa
Catbearpig
Catbutt
C.G.R.
Dr. Lounge (because he has a PhD in relaxology)
Fatticus Finch
Fatpants
Fatty von Fattenburg
Featherbelly
Featherbritches
Featherchest
Firebelly
Fluffy Britches
HMS Bigstuff
Jerkface
The Lordly Lion
Mr. Right
Mr. Whiskers
Pope of the Fatican
Precious Pants
Swaggerpants
Tons of Fun
Wheezy
You Jerk

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What a stressful workplace. The minute your Cute Rating drops you’re a goner. Guests rank us as Knockout, Honeypie, Adequate, or Stinker. Not that I’m complaining. At least I’m working.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Read “Sea Oak” by George Saunders.

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I once braked for a blind little mole

Friday, February 5, 2010

Read “Possum Crossing” by Nikki Giovanni.

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Never interpret roses! Don’t. Smell them (sniff, Kane!), pick them, enjoy them. Live in the moment. Hold to it tightly. But charge not the gods to explain.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Read “A Rose for Eccclesiastes” by Roger Zelazny.

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dressed perhaps in the sleeve of a plaid shirt

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

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On and on they soared through the comforting cold of liquid space. Above them the great void; below the dense, rocky base of the world; ahead only blackness. Gliding up, then down, the congregation moved as a single entity, graceful behemoths linked by a shared resolve.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Read “Blind Faith” by Bruce Golden.

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pique nique

Monday, February 1, 2010

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