this is why i'm not the maniacal tyrant of this blog.
so i'm standing outside ultra tan this morning, and hannah calls. i sit down on the curb to tell her a funny story about last night, a guy from work, and yet another cheese plate.
hannah: you've got to blog this.
me: no. i mean, i care about this guy. he might even read it.
hannah: (annoyed sigh) mamie, sometimes you have to exploit the people you love in order to gain the world.
oh, and this photograph? it was taken during one of our stops along the tuscan hillside. we made it a habit--each day--just to throw down the tandem bike, run through the field of broom, and have a picnic consisting only of olives.
oh, and i asked my students to write down the function of poetry in society:
"few people have had encounters with BOTH red wheel barrows and white chickens, but a poem can make you remember them as if you have."
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"so i was standing outside ultra tan"
also, and i know you're in your faculty mtg at the panera bread company, but: other people have these label things. why don't we? should we? fix it morgan.
hot dog, player. hot dog. sour-krawt..seki seki seki seki sour-krawt, y'all. Uh, what, uh, awww yeah. i'm my own witness.
you have to stop posing as jesus. it makes all those comments re. the length of shorts, etc beyond the pale.
altho, nice to hear you flow.
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