2011
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Dan Weiss’s Morning Coffee
As it turns out, Picasso was a total hipster. Maybe you want to know where all life came from. Or maybe you just want to know about dogs. Holy cow brinicles are amazing! It’s always fun to use the internet…
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“Fiction With A Strong Sense Of Place”
Writers, listen up: I’ve got a pretty cool call for submissions for you. Fiddleblack, a small press and literary journal, is seeking fiction and nonfiction submissions for its digital winter issue and 2012 print annual. There are a few thematic…
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Food as a Weapon
Pepper is a spice found in almost every household. But in recent news it’s got a bad wrap as the weapon Pepper Spray, used against peaceful protesters and Black Friday shopping competition. At the Village Voice, Robert Sietsema has come…
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The Rumpus Sunday Book Blog Roundup
Ouch. A really harsh rejection to Gertrude Stein. Here’s a lovely essay on hate. An interview with a conspiracy theorist (via). Feeling political? Here’s some revolutionary reading, from Lewis Lapham’s. (via)
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An Occupy Roundup, Thanksgiving/Black Friday Edition
The American Occupation of America received less attention this week as the country (in my dad’s words) “celebrated the near-genocide of the inhabitants of this hemisphere through the killing and consumption of its friendly, harmless, innocent birds.” This week also…
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Science Saturday
HYbrid cars not only save gas–they’re safer too. Suck on that, SUVs. So this can potentially help you learn more effectively. But can it help me write better poems? Watch Popular Science blow up a turkey with a deep fryer.…
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Saturday Morning Links
Happy Saturday. I hear the hot new seasoning for food this year is some kind of spray-on pepper. I’ll be looking for it in my local market. How does the rest of the world see Thanksgiving? It’s been clear for…
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Albums of Our Lives: Joni Mitchell’s Blue
Bliss, melancholy—Blue is both at once, just as the holiday season is for me.
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No Dazzled Salamanders
This… collection offers a world where narrative, grammar, and logic all come and go, rising up familiarly for a few lines then dispersing again, something thrilling and unrecognizable in their place.