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WOFL
Wolf on the floor laughing.
I'm about 60% sure a woman was
howling like a wolf outside my house
in the early hours of this morning.
This is far more likely than a real wolf.
60% strange woman, 38% my mind playing tricks,
2% a real wolf. Banshee?
WOMHH: Wolf outside my house, howling
WOFL: tasty breakfast snack.
Wolfle: German wolf waffle. Werewaffle.
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withoutrings
Buenos Aires was blurring into dawn. George had been walking for an hour
on the sweaty black cobblestones
of the city waiting for night's end. Traffic crashed past him. He covered his mouth
and nose with his hand as five old buses
came tilting around the corner of the street and halted one behind the other,
belching soot. Passengers streamed
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A new home.
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Raiders of the Lost Dignity (no, really, this is a clever title)
Steven Spielberg took the stage at the San Diego Comic-Con the other day, for the first time ever, and delivered the soul-crushing news that a new "Jurassic Park" movie is in the works. Because the world really needs another installment in the fascinating series of movies about dinosaurs running around stomping on shit.
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Father's Day Megacheese
I put this together for my dad. I wish I had gotten the idea sooner ’cause I only had one day to shoot everything and haphazardly edit it together if I wanted to get it to him on time.
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Little Triggers: 22 Elvis Costello Songs That Are Better Than Your Favorite Song
Anybody who knows me even a little bit knows that Elvis Costello is my favorite musician. Like, all-time favorite. His music is the soundtrack to my life, which you'd think would make for a dire and gloomy existence, but I'm a generally happy person. I just really really love his music.
And being such a big Elvis Costello fan, I am mostly bothered ( Read more... ) -
5 Albums to Make Bureaucracy (A Bit More) Bearable
Envelopes. Paper clips. Photocopies and stamps. Tiny scraps of paper with hastily-scrawled numbers on them. Waiting on an uncomfortable chair in a large white room for what seems like at least an hour but then looking at the watch and oh man it's only been about 10 minutes. That joyful moment when it's your turn to actually talk to someone... who ( Read more... ) -
Of ebullient sadness.
Ever since the advent of the singer-songwriter era, there's been this pervasive notion in pop that songwriting should be personally revelatory and confessional; that it should be an exercise in soul-baring intimacy and earnestness. After sometime in the early seventies, a pop song was no longer merely a pop song, but a scrambled enigma to decode ( Read more... )
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