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- basta!
- free time = get stuff done
- uh...
- debts: PAID!
- facing the week, facing the future
- starting to feel a little muscle again
- listening in on someone else's discussion
- how my Twitter feed should look
- reminder
- interreligiously speaking
- second week of work survived
- humble beginnings
- unearthed
- looking forward to that first paycheck
- ululate and celebrate!
- party at Muammar's
- so just who is this Obama character?
- a return to the walk this year
- this could be me
- home solutions
- Hahna's trouvaille
- reflections on my first week
- ha ha
- the scheduled post
- Ave, Justin!
- eating and pooping
- socks
- the fragile nature of subjectivity
- your moment of Saint Paddy's Day joy
- what these new work hours mean (and other news)
- what to do with my mornings
- the voice of common sense
- second day survived
- eBay: by the skin of my teeth
- Zen advice
- definitely too old for this shit
- leap
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- Korean news makes Drudge
- if you speak French
- Japan quake coverage
- a film worth seeing?
- ripples
- four months?
- yais
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- days of study
- for those who practice
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- bejobbed
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- Ave, Jeff!
- Ave, Staf!
- potential good news on the job front
- xenomorph
- "Epic Meal Time" versus "Regular Ordinary Swedish ...
- awesome art
- Ave, Hahna!
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- l'artiste JR
- love your wound
- "tractor beams" for "optical micromanipulation"
- solving the grandfather paradox?
- Ave, Justin!
- where's Vader?
- trouvailles
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- shki bunneesh
- walk, walk, walk
- débouché enfin trouvé?
- quest for tahini
- I can see that "True Grit" has come to Europe
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2 comments:
So trickster!
I just got finished writing (in the diss) about a tale where a woman is crying over a dead child. The trickster goes up to her and asks her why she is crying. She says, "My child, born from my own body, is dead!" So the trickster goes over to the outhouse and craps out a tapeworm. Then he starts wailing. The woman stops crying for a moment and asks the trickster why he is upset now. The trickster answers, "At least you were able to raise your child for a few years--this poor tapeworm, which was born from my own body as well, died in a pile of crap as soon as it came out!"
(Yes, that one is going into the book.)
And how awesome is that? I had no idea about that trickster story. Thanks for relating it.
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