September 2011
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Co-Worker of the year . . . better than the pranks... →
Sep 29th
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Listenisntshelovelee: Clair De Lune - Claude Debussy  ...
Sep 27th
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“I don’t have to stay curious, I am curious, about all of it, all the time,” he...”
– Studs Terkel
Sep 27th
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“You must do the thing you think you cannot do”
– Eleanor Roosevelt
Sep 27th
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Sep 25th
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Sep 25th
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Piano
Touched by your goodness, I am like   that grand piano we found one night on Willoughby   that someone had smashed and somehow   heaved through an open window.   And you might think by this I mean I’m broken   or abandoned, or unloved.   Truth is, I don’t   know exactly what I am, any more   than the wreckage in the alley knows   it’s a piano, filling with trash and yellow leaves.   Maybe I’m...
Sep 23rd
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Me, waiting for You
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Sep 22nd
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Sep 21st
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“washingtonpoststyle: It appears that we have been using the word “baleful”...”
– NPR:
Sep 20th
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Sep 20th
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Sep 20th
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Sep 20th
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Sep 20th
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Sep 20th
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Sep 19th
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Sep 18th
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Sep 18th
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ambedo
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.
Sep 16th
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Sep 15th
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