Monthly Archives: April 2020

the day i didn’t sign up for a race. a photo essay.

And that was the day I didn’t sign up for a race. The end.

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mister pants, part 22

Fetch the bolt cutters. I’ve been in here too long. — the prophet fiona Mister Pants had no idea how to deal with the concept of masks. On the one hand, he was stunningly unattractive, and any facial covering was … Continue reading

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giving tanks

Give me a heart to hang onto Give me a soul that’s tailored new Give me a heart to hang onto —  Peter Dennis Blandford Townshend — Easter morning on the Ed Whitlock Memorial Loop. It doesn’t feel like Easter … Continue reading

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The sun is the same in a relative way

So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out So much left to know, and I’m on the road to find out — Yusuf Islam — My blog, I Like Margarine, was born 11 years ago today. … Continue reading

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people say i’m crazy

“This day will never, no matter have long you live, happen again.” — Naomi Shihab Nye — You’re headed back to the front lines of the war tomorrow. There’s only one solution: Make a run for it. It’s easy to … Continue reading

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