Tag Archives: Linguistic Experiments: Non-fiction

The Women’s March

The crowd was unbelievable. And simply because I’m a person limited to a person’s POV (and relatively short, at that) I couldn’t see the end to us, all of the women and men and others gathered in DC to march … Continue reading

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On the Inability of Convincing Anyone of Anything

Dear Angry Philosopher: Can you convince anyone of anything? Troubled in Toledo Dear Troubled: NO! *** Dear Angry Philosopher: Can you convince someone of something? Bedazzled in Brownsville Dear Bedazzled: Sometimes. I suppose. What is it exactly that you want … Continue reading

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On What is Broken Cannot Be Mended

I am writing this to you from the void.  My blog is broken through my own efforts, but mine own efforts cannot fix the problem (namely because I’m not such a techie and the blog and all requisite files are … Continue reading

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On Versions of Ourselves

At some point I learned that a person completely sheds their skin over a period of seven years, so that every seven years we are essentially a new person.  I don’t know when I learned this or whether it is, … Continue reading

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On The Last Minutes of the Day Blues

There was a stretch there where I was on a diet with Megan associated with her work at The Store That Shall Not Be Named. This particular plan involved eating only the meals that they provided for you (three meals … Continue reading

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On a Subject I Deliberately Did Not Write About Yesterday

Specifically, the self-destruction of relationships.  The implosion.  The slow grinding away of that edifice you thought was so secure and now you are left with a pile of sharp-edged debris.  Then sand.  Then dust. I’m remembering a time a few … Continue reading

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On Two Different Approaches to the Art of Waiting Gracefully

Sometimes I feel like the cicada above. Not only have I been stuck underground for years. Not only have I had to dig myself free from my living grave. Not only have I crawled from the dirt to a place … Continue reading

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On Staying Asleep Past One’s Waketime

This was my plan: After a hard, difficult, exhausting semi-week of AWPing, to sleep through the morning, afternoon, and night.  Wake up fully rested and ready to take on all comers in a no-bars all-holds fight to the feathery, comfy … Continue reading

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On Being in a City You Used to Live In But Are No Longer a Part Of

I lived in Washington, D.C. for five and a half years.  I love the city.  It imprinted on me (along with Frankfurt, Germany) my idea of what a city should be. But the last time I was here was in … Continue reading

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On Weekenders

1. It used to always be about Friday.  I remember those days: counting down the hours (a very slow process) towards freedom and relaxation and running around like a wild man (never having seen one run, my imitations were exceedingly … Continue reading

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