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Declare independence! Don't let them do that to you!!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Bill Callahan @ Paul's CD's
Friday, October 24, 2008
Meriel & the Bee
Thursday, October 23, 2008
No Market for Veal
Monday, October 20, 2008
Obama Get Out the Vote Event
Monday, October 13, 2008
Peter Stillman Takes Note
As he walked, Stillman did not look up. His eyes were permanently fixed on the pavement, as though he were searching for something. Indeed, every now and then he would stoop down, pick some object off the ground, and examine it closely, turning it over and over in his hand. It made Quinn think of an archeologist inspecting a shard at some prehistoric ruin. Occasionally, after poring over an object in this way, Stillman would toss it back onto the sidewalk. But more often than not he would open his bag and lay the object gently inside it. Then, reaching into one of his coat pockets, we would remove a red notebook-similar to Quinn's but smaller-and write in it with great concentration for a minute or two. Having completed this operation, he would return the notebook to his pocket, pick up his bag, and continue on his way.
from City of Glass
by Paul Auster