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first desegregated prom ever in a Georgian high school - in 2007.
http://edition.cnn.com/2007/US/04/23/turner.prom/index.html
"In previous years, parents had organized private, segregated dances for students of the school in rural Ashburn, Georgia, 160 miles south of Atlanta." . . .
'If they're not coming tonight it's because either they had to work and they couldn't get out of it or because their parents are ( Read more... ) -
EDITORIAL INTERNSHIP COVER LETTER ATTEMPT #1
3/22/07
Dear Mr. (or Ms.) last name,
Lately I've been thinking about the word bibliophile. Bibliophiles have ten cats and wrinkles and cellulite and glasses. OH NO WAIT. THEY DON'T I'M ONE. Not to claim that I don't have wrinkles or cellulite, or the occasional glasses, because who doesn't, I mean really
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it's not finished; i'll fix it up later.
Moments In My Life That Will Be Fun to Read If Not Endlessly Interesting Because They Are Humorous.
Sometimes I take a Greyhound north.
"Hello, I am internal organ doctor from India returning to friends in Philadelphia from Mideastern coast medical conference, am I in right line? Would you like this notebook & this sample of Indian coins & bills to ( Read more... ) -
everybody wants to go to iraq. but once they go, they don't come back!
The balder you are, the closer you are to death. Think about it. Cancer patients, old men, babies who've just come from nonexistence (close enough!!) to life, army recruits with those godawful buzzcuts.
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RIP, life as we know it.
Cancer is the alien species taking over the earth. Cancer is the invasion of the bodysnatchers. Everyone I know is dying of cancer. Every last one of them. Fathers. A funeral parade of fathers. Fathers. The universe is expanding constantly, time & velocity & distance & death. Bursting outward like too-tight superberries, flowers unfurling like ( Read more... ) -
here's some eye fodder, you lucky lj audience, you.
The semantics of flowers on Memorial Day
Historians will tell you my uncle
wouldn't have called it World War II
or Great War plus One or Tombstone
over My Head. All of this language
came later. He and his buddies
knew it as get my ass outta here
or fucking trench foot and of course
sex please now. Petunias are an apology
for ignorance, my confidence
that ( Read more... ) -
I Hear Melodic Similarities.
I had an amazing revelation the other day: these songs, two of my favorites, have a similar melodic fragment in them. Maybe that's why I like them both so much. Maybe there are universal fragments that affect everyone in the exact same mysterious way. Pandora (www.pandora.com - link overload, I know. Forgive me. Bear with me. Love me.) explores ( Read more... ) -
this is going to make someone like 'poetry.'
"The Solution"
Finally they got the Singles problem under control, they made it scientific. They opened huge Sex Centers - you could simply go and state what you want and they would find you someone who wanted that too. You would stand under a sign saying I Like to Be Touched and Held and when someone came and stood under the sign ( Read more... ) -
My entries usually always have meaning,
so much meaning, but, you know, I just have to say that
I really like my new icon.
