Tuesday the Strange

Woke to workmen puttering about; one is on the phone yelling he’ll chop the onions after he’s hauled the washing machine to New York. “I’m hearing things,” I mutter, deciding the men must be a mirage because if not, who

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Tuesday the Strange

Woke to workmen puttering about; one is on the phone yelling he’ll chop the onions after he’s hauled the washing machine to New York. “I’m hearing things,” I mutter, deciding the men must be a mirage because if not, who

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The Problem With Intuition…

is that you’re quick to catch on, and so you end up backed in a corner, forced to make a decision you would not have had to think about for some time, had you just been a little slower on

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The Problem With Intuition…

is that you’re quick to catch on, and so you end up backed in a corner, forced to make a decision you would not have had to think about for some time, had you just been a little slower on

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A Good Day

Yesterday, I bought new shampoo, woke up early to get a headstart on a massive pile of billings, drew up two contracts, issued a refund, and cooked myself dinner. Today, I slept in until ten, finished a few more billings,

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A Good Day

Yesterday, I bought new shampoo, woke up early to get a headstart on a massive pile of billings, drew up two contracts, issued a refund, and cooked myself dinner. Today, I slept in until ten, finished a few more billings,

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Manila

Imagine waking up bursting with goodwill for all of humanity, flinging the window open to greet the world “Top of the morning, y’all!” only to be assaulted by the stench and smog of a despairing city, and a rudely yelled

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Manila

Imagine waking up bursting with goodwill for all of humanity, flinging the window open to greet the world “Top of the morning, y’all!” only to be assaulted by the stench and smog of a despairing city, and a rudely yelled

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Morte

A mouse jumps into the pan I’m frying dinner on. It scampers about, sending hot oil flying. And then it dies, teensy feet sticking up like rigid poles. From where I’ve taken refuge in the pantry, I curse the gods

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Morte

A mouse jumps into the pan I’m frying dinner on. It scampers about, sending hot oil flying. And then it dies, teensy feet sticking up like rigid poles. From where I’ve taken refuge in the pantry, I curse the gods

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You Are My Happy Thought

“You are my happy thought,” he’d written to me two years ago. I don’t know why I’m writing this, or where this is going. Those 12 years need no rehashing. When we were happy, we were very, very happy. But

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You Are My Happy Thought

“You are my happy thought,” he’d written to me two years ago. I don’t know why I’m writing this, or where this is going. Those 12 years need no rehashing. When we were happy, we were very, very happy. But

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Goose Morning, Bedfellows

Of this week’s reads, I like this one best. I could live to be a hundred and five, and still not read everything I want to. But no matter. Here and now, I shall read what I can, when and

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Goose Morning, Bedfellows

Of this week’s reads, I like this one best. I could live to be a hundred and five, and still not read everything I want to. But no matter. Here and now, I shall read what I can, when and

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Oigs

I shall always hold a lot of love in my heart for the egg, humble resident of the refrigerator, witness to many desperate kitchen raids and last-minute dinners. Long may you live and prosper, egg. Long may you thrive despite

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Oigs

I shall always hold a lot of love in my heart for the egg, humble resident of the refrigerator, witness to many desperate kitchen raids and last-minute dinners. Long may you live and prosper, egg. Long may you thrive despite

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The Terrible Sorcery of Books

The problem with being elbow-deep in my reading is that I go from 1:45pm to 8:31pm without knowing how it happened. Today, for instance. I was going over rows of figures, balancing accounts perfectly aware of the ticking of the

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The Terrible Sorcery of Books

The problem with being elbow-deep in my reading is that I go from 1:45pm to 8:31pm without knowing how it happened. Today, for instance. I was going over rows of figures, balancing accounts perfectly aware of the ticking of the

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Today: 2027

We’ve taken to cataloging the library. It’s never-ending work not helped by the fact that I’m always spiriting books into the bedroom, where I can read them at leisure mornings and nights. But there is an end to everything, even

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Today: 2027

We’ve taken to cataloging the library. It’s never-ending work not helped by the fact that I’m always spiriting books into the bedroom, where I can read them at leisure mornings and nights. But there is an end to everything, even

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Oy!

In the morning, I will take one look at this blog and throw up. I will wonder if I’d lost my mind the night before, and I will conclude I must have. Why else would I have deleted everything?

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Oy!

In the morning, I will take one look at this blog and throw up. I will wonder if I’d lost my mind the night before, and I will conclude I must have. Why else would I have deleted everything?

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