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Is Jon Stewart the most trusted man in America?
Well, I certainly admire him for everything the article talks about. But I still struggle with what to do after I laugh sadly or angrily, when I continue with the rest of my day... -
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So, I read the news about the New Yorker Obama cover before even seeing it. When I looked up the image, I burst out laughing in the middle of the office.
And then, the Washington Post ran an editorial about the New Yorker cover. An excerpt:
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Soy o estoy
Sometimes, when it's really hot and humid out and I'm walking down the street, the sweet smell of musty wood fills my nostrils. It's a heavy smell, and one that I associate with fresh donuts placed out in the damp dining room of the beach house ( Read more... ) -
Goodbye, constitution, goodbye
I signed the petitions. I wrote letters. Should I have called, too? The FISA amendments passed anyway. Now what do I do? What can we do?
Fuck Barack.
La palabra del día hoy:
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And so, out of the whole of Memorial Day weekend, I picked last night to go out ( Read more... ) -
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Yesterday, while Andy looked up the number for USAA, I sat on my bed and stared vaguely at the shelves of books Katie left behind. On the top shelf, a thick blue book caught my eye. As I squinted at its spine, the words "essential" and "Mexico" became clear. I leaped to my feet and rushed across the room. Essential Cuisine of Mexico! I almost died ( Read more... )
