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Friday, April 8th

New wallpaper!

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Thursday, March 31st

Erhu

My latest unfamiliar instrument arrived in the mail this evening --



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Tuesday, February 16th

Starry Lavender Mist

In the hallway he saw a poster: he was indeed approaching the exhibit. Paul Jackson Pollock, American Painter. He could see it at the end of the corridor, bursting riotously out of the doorway, lashing him with its lunacy — it looked to him like one of Van Gogh's stars had spun out of its orbit and smashed to pieces, cracked against the wall before him like an enormous egg. With a wary step he entered Pollock's kingdom.

--Marta Aponte, 1955: Lavender Mist

via GIPHY

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Thursday, February 11th

Snoopy Night



"Snoopy Night": images via The Wooster Collective and Homunculus House

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Black holes


What sort of a pebble can one skip across the rippling surface of space-time??

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Sunday, February 7th

Note

(apropos of nothing) "I eat my peas with honey" by Ogden Nash can be sung to the tune of "I have a little dreidl".

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Monday, February first

Mariquita

Otra vez publicado -- mi traducción del cuento "Mariquita Sánchez" por Paula Jiménez España se puede leer en la nueva edición de Palabras Errantes, "Writing Lesbian Desire".

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Sunday, January 10th

An argument for retelling Tweedledum and Tweedledee

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel;
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.
It is inherently liberating for a writer to retell the story of Tweedledum and Tweedledee. The essential absurdity of opening your story "Tweedledum was squatting pensive by their camp fire..." can absolve the author of any further need for exposition or explication. The fictional world of his narrative will be heralded in all its richness and detail by the mere presence of the chubby, angry twins.

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Friday, December 25th, 2015

‪#‎τζουράς‬

NJ Transit (Mountain Station)

#初心 #tzouras #tsouras #τζουράς #beginnersmind #ballad #mtnsta #mountainstation Another original!

Posted by Jeremy Osner on viernes, 25 de diciembre de 2015

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