I have no idea what some of the links on this blog go to.
Has it been so long?
Can't remember a thing.
I need some...ginkgo...or something...
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La nostalgie de la boue.
- Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
- The Gutter, WA, United States
- My friend Betsy once told me that the shape of my hands accurately reflects my aesthetic. The mildly horrific part about my life and my writing is that I'm discovering I don't feel that I have anything useful to say about myself. I finally have this fantastic grasp on my identity, and I really just don't have a thing to say! It's a hilarious nightmare of an artist statement. The only other thing you should know about me is that the title of this blog is from my one-act play, "Space".
- Absurd Reality Theatre.
- Andie DeRoux's Website.
- ArtsJournal.
- Baddins Design.
- Base Line Whammy Bars.
- Because You Care What I Think (Don't You?).
- Betsy Makes Things.
- Cooper Journal.
- Fantagraphics.
- Gluten-Free Girl.
- I Make Cute Stuff!
- Implexus.
- Mike Daisey's Blog.
- My Caps Lock Is On: Dom Zook's Blog.
- NAMI.
- Obameter.
- PostSecret.
- Princess Vagabond: Patricia Rusconi's Blog.
- Scissors, Paper, Glue.
- Slate.
- Slog.
- Strangers in Paradise.
- Sylvia Has A Problem.
- The Holy Bible.
- The Nomadic Portfolio.
- The Tens: a Metablog (TBTL related)
- Theater Puget Sound.
- Tokyo City Blues.
- Too Beautiful To Live.
- Train of Thought Sketch Comedy.
- Trrill.
- whitehouse.gov
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January
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- Dept. of Inconvenience.
- At least this time it's not about me.
- My work space.
- Speaking of arts funding...
- Depts. of Awesome, Arts.
- Mood.
- "Pop".
- Obama is beautiful world.
- Most relaxing game ever.
- Tomorrow belongs to them.
- January is Personal Insomnia Month.
- Drunk James and the tree.
- Yeah, but still.
- Oh, fiddlesticks.
- Arson, gussets, and my boyfriend, the Luddite.
- Had myself a merry little X-mas.
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January
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Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning----
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