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home is where the art is
“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares,I paint my own reality.”― Frida Kahlo He just wanted his art up. That’s all. Bruce is our friend. He’s settling in to a new apartment after he was kicked out of his previous abode because … Continue reading
mister pants, part 23
In the dark times will there also be singing? Yes, there also will be singing. About the dark times. — Bertolt Brecht Sunshine and disinfectant. It all sounded so simple. Mister Pants had read about Salazar’s advice with skepticism. The … Continue reading
just another morning conversation, part 78
Me: They want me to pay $200 for that race. Mo: I will put on a race for you for $150. Me: T-shirt? Mo: Included in entry fee. Me: I’m in. I think people get married partly because it’s more … Continue reading
for what it’s earth
On the last day of the world,I would want to plant a tree.— W.S. Merwin Being old, I can remember when Earth Day was a big deal. We had Lofty Ideas like “saving the planet” and “protecting the ozone layer” … Continue reading
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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.
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
