January 2012
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December 2011
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Ich weiß jetzt, was kein Engel weiß.
– Damiel the angel on becoming human, Wings of Desire (1987) ”I know now, what no angel knows.”
November 2011
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October 2011
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July 2011
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June 2011
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Kate Spencer: Today A Man Touched Me On The Subway... →
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I’m writing this on the R train as it rattles slowly along toward Brooklyn. I’m headed to pick up my 6-month-old daughter. I’m writing because I’m still reeling from what occurred on the Times Square subway platform a few moments ago. I was walking to the end of the station as I always do. I saw a…
April 2011
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March 2011
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Mein Lieblingswort auf Deustch ist...
Geschwindigkeitsbegrenzung.
The German word for “speed limit.” You’ll never see it on the Autobahn, though.
February 2011
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May 2010
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March 2010
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No circulating libraries in Metro Manila
I don’t even get why they call them public libraries.
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February 2010
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Metal mouth makes what was once positive (eating)...
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The Genius of the Crowd - Charles Bukowski
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somehowsomeway:
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not...
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Faith47 →
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January 2010
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…For the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened...
– Meursault, Albert Camus, The Stranger
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December 2009
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We all have stuck in us deep somewhere a keenness for excitement, a savoring for...
– Ed Buryn
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WriteSomething →
Stream-of-consciousness without the frustration given by Joyce, Woolf, or Faulkner