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From Zora Neale Hurston’s impressive autobiography, Dust Tracks on a Road:
“There is no diffused light on anything international so that a comparatively whole scene may be observed. Light is sharply directed on one spot, leaving not only the greater part in darkness but also denying by implication that the great unlighted field exists. [...]

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Even with my great absence over the last few months, I still manage between 150 and 200 hits a day.  Not blog rockstar numbers, but pretty good for an underground cat.  Now we’ve hit the 100,000 visits mark, which is an interesting milestone, though I feel ambivalent about it.  I suppose it means there are [...]

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We worked together for one year in Japan at the same school. He lived in Hiyoshi, same as the tiny groupuscule from the Fellowship of Friends that I ran into during that year. He taught English, went to Temple University, and lived with a Japanese wife with whom he seemed to have a pretty [...]

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Ball Bearings and Appearances
Ms. Vlado is behind me. So are the Lams. I think.
I’ve been hearing for, like months now, how you can get shrooms in Japan. They’re legal, see. To purchase. As “botanical specimens.” They’re not legal to eat, just to buy. They’re for the looking only.
It’s sort of like how [...]

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Republicans who smoke pot.
And:
Anarchists who like money.
Keep the options going/growing!
(Lord knows we need more variety up in this piece… ;)

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I’m in high school and I’m in speech class. I’m supposed to give my five minute speech on a historical figure today, only, uncharacteristically for me, I have arrived utterly unprepared.  My procrastination binge the night before ended in a procrastination overdose straight into a deep, albeit short, night’s sleep.
So I’m up this morning, [...]

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Drinking a ginger ale at an old-man bar with my friend Z, he says:
“I’m walking through the neighborhood the other night, and there are a bunch of cops hanging out across the street from a nightclub. And I overhear one of the shorter cops standing in the middle of the group say, ‘You know, [...]

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