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mo and the lucha gatos

art is the reason I get up in the morning but the definition ends there it doesn’t seem fair that i’m living for something i can’t even define. — the prophet ani   

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My day: A photo essay

La la la la la la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la La la la la La la — Jill Sobule (San Francisco) — … Continue reading

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Things I wish I had said, Part 14

There’s a werewolf out on my front lawn and he’s looking pissed off and he’s wet  from all the rain. I think I’ll go say hi, and offer him a beer … — bob schneider

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Work conversation, Part 21

co-worker: The stories on this page don’t end. me: Some of them do. co-worker: Ah, an optimist. Copy editors are so particular …

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Jill and me

— Snapshots from the early morning: • Longtime readers will recall I once ran across Texas. (yeah, Gramps, what have you done lately?) The sun had just set as  I reached the finish line, the river dividing Tejas and Gumboland. … Continue reading

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I just got 1,230 songs for free. Sorta. I hope.

I’m listening to Traffic’s live version of “Light up or Leave Me Alone.” Which is no big deal except that at this time yesterday it wasn’t in my music collection. Longtime readers will recall that several years ago my Mac … Continue reading

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just another morning conversation, part 12

mo: What would you think of someone’s musical taste if they admitted they were a Fanilow? me: What’s that? mo: Someone who loves the songs of Barry Manilow. me: Sure, why not? He wrote the Dr Pepper theme. It’s not … Continue reading

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