Monthly Archives: June 2013

then and now: an essay

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tusk tusk

Why don’t you tell me what’s going on? Why don’t you tell me who’s on the phone? — The Prophet Lindsay Buckingham — I’m pretending to care about Steve Inskeep touring a Venezuelan prison on the afternoon run. It’s not … Continue reading

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Once upon a rocket bar

Answering the question, “Can a mannequin wearing a cowboy hat seem just a little bit creepy?” Just in case anyone was asking that question.

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Beat’s so lonely

Son, don’t wait till the break of day ‘Cause you know how time fades away. — The Prophet Neil Young — One day, I’m watching Little Charlie Sexton. He’s playing the blues in Austin in his mid-teens. Good show. I … Continue reading

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The triumphant arrival of Trail Monkey 2.0

Longtime readers will recall that the Trail Monkey, longtime running companion and carrier of good mojojojo, decided to leave me one day while running and join the carnival. I’ve been running with an EMT (emergency monkey-trail) since then, but it … Continue reading

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