Proust & Freud ( Read more... )

and, you know, save npr.
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The day has passed in a flurry of charcoal and black tempera. I don't consider myself an artist, and I have forgotten why I decided to come here. Painting is not my first passion, not the one I return to after flirting with the visual. I want to sit and think, but instead my hands must keep moving and doing. My ability to translate 3-d to 2-d ( Read more... )

This keyboard is awkward to type on, and awkward is the hardest word to type. The French don't e,phqsiwe (see, I typed emphasize with American keys) their numbers, but the people here speak Breton, too. See the number line: &é"'(-è_çà ( Read more... )

I'm in town for a few days. I'm bored. I don't have a phone. Come find me.

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Is there an easy way to download all of my previous journal entries so that I can delete this without losing them?

While Ludacris played on Old Campus, I sat in the library and read Bach at Leipzig. It was terrific; everyone should read it.
Will anyone be around Mississippi in July? If so, would you like to tend a friend of mine's farm with me, near Jackson?

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I was recording a song on our coffee table-turned-recording-studio and outside Connie was doing the electric slide on top of piles and piles of Easter candy wrapped in pink plastic ( Read more... )