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03 November 2005
accounting.
doing accounting makes me feel like a fat man on a rusty tricycle, going uphill with the wind against me.
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without a seat.
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and the necessary update for my personal posterity.
pondering.
buy nothing day...
SNOW SNOW SNOW!!!!
nocturnal reveries.
an HOURS-roaming-the-bookshops kind of a night.
the middle stories by Sheila Heti.
mother-ogyny and a hallmark moment.
progress report.
and today...
delusions of grandeur.
i'm sorry Miz R, but i Can't resist...
my life's ambition: an update.
uTOpia.
reading material of late...for shameless posterity...
the arrival of Brick 76 and what might actually be...
"drawn from the ranks of the emotionally maladjust...
HOW MUCH DO I LOVE HAVING A WORKING FIREPLACE IN M...
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links.
blog the THIRD (and now it's Autumn)
blog the SECOND (welcome to 2007)
steflenk's bizarre and astounding dossier of illustrative genius.
girls missguided.
shannon gerard's bookworks: glorious viscera for discerning bibliophiles.
willow dawson: girl pirate and extraordinary comic book artist.
peripateticisms and whatnot by John Patrick Robichaud.
scott. (need i say more?)
immense paintings and visual nourishment by kari minchin.
Brick, a literary journal. (belles lettres and more from people who aren't dead yet.
Coach House Press. Indeed.
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