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Monthly Archives: August 2002
scroll till this makes sense
Where do those Portuguese lexicographers find the time for anything else? Continue reading
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rocking pneumonia
A puppy’s not just for Christmas — the leftovers are fine on Boxing Day. Continue reading
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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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