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Yearly Archives: 2002
unreconstructed
and faintly ridiculous deadhead that I am, I have just found the most wonderful resource. Continue reading
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finished
The first finished version is printing out. 69023 words. I could die now. It’s certainly preferable to reading what I’ve done. Continue reading
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auden
The sucking backwash of his reputation was still gurgling down the beach as I grew up. He wasn’t quite dead then, though so drunk that he might as well have been; but he was the poet who had been inescapably … Continue reading Continue reading
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too much pink
does this to a brain. Or maybe the pink is what happens to the brain when you watch seven hours of television a day for a fortnight. Continue reading
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apocalypse soon
The word count of the exhausted beast. Continue reading
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found poetry
“In ced-3 mutants, the undead sister of the rectal epithelial cell usurps its sister’s position and performs its functions.” From the Cold Spring Harbor monograph C. Elegans II, 1222 fun-filled pages of cutting-edge helminthology. Continue reading
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hidden dangers
It happened with nuclear power: why not Feng Shui: a mighty force for peace perverted to warlike ends. If this craze spreads, it will provide us with an inexhaustible fountain of excuses. “Why did I sign that deal? His lawyer … Continue reading Continue reading
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Fiddling
Topstyle is the insomniac’s friend. Do you like the redesign? Write on only one side of the paper. Lie if you must. Continue reading
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expertise
There are three stages of journalistic understanding. You don’t understand the subject, but are full of infectious enthusiasm. That’s when you write the “Cure for cancer” stories You could pass an exam in the subject, and it shows. You could … Continue reading Continue reading
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by the right, fall out!
An interesting split is developing in the British right-wing press. The Times and the Telegraph are in favour of war, of course. The Telegraph is being thoroughly consistent. It will always argue for the world to be run by a … Continue reading Continue reading
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