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Bittersweet | Making the mundane magical
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Making the mundane magical. 124; Comments RSS. The Value of Value. Rant No. 1. The Value of Value. Posted on February 27, 2008. Whatever happened to the emotion known as bittersweet? In a world that feels the incessant need to drive emotional sensibility out and force the typical into divergent extremes, it is a sorely missed human trait. We are worth substantially more than this. There is no magic pill. We are not emotional vassals able to be empty and filled at a moment’s notice. Our expe...Oh, this ma...
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Mystery | Noveletics
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August 10, 2008. 8212; noveletics @ 3:07 am. Tags: About 2000 Words. In about a half foot of mud, the young man sank his knees deeper in and leaned slightly against the earthen wall of the seven foot trench he crouched in. His dark colored pants were tinged an even darker color by the old soil and leaking muddy waterfalls dripping constantly from the sides. Low booms rang out from every direction and the young man leaned harder against the earth. Someone would ask. There he is! The young man’s clothing w...
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Rant No. 1 | Making the mundane magical
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Making the mundane magical. 124; Comments RSS. The Value of Value. Rant No. 1. The Value of Value. Rant No. 1. Posted on February 26, 2008. Although this is a happiness blog, I find it therapeutic to voice my concerns about modern life here, so that the unhappiness I feel will not fester into something more permanent. If I say it out loud at least I’ve given a voice to my opinions- whether the world cares or not is largely immaterial. Why does it bother me? Here’s the truth about Millard Filmore. In late...
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Happiness Quote Week Three | Making the mundane magical
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Making the mundane magical. 124; Comments RSS. The Value of Value. Rant No. 1. The Value of Value. Happiness Quote Week Three. Posted on February 26, 2008. Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. 8211; Mark Twain. Tagged: | observations. Rant No. 1. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. You are co...
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Moose Knuckles: Dissection
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Every Artist Was Once An Amateur." Emerson. Saturday, March 24, 2007. Posted by The Thinker at 12:11 AM. During the summers I would visit my uncle. He would always drink Budweisers from the can. And walk around his front yard. In a pair of old shorts and wifebeaters. Stained with sweat, motor oil and. He was perversely comic. Once, he held two frogs in his hand. And said to me,. 8220;How can you tell if a frog’s a boy or a girl? I said, quite truthfully, that I did not know. Been proud to share. Icicle U...
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Moose Knuckles: Scars
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Every Artist Was Once An Amateur." Emerson. Monday, April 2, 2007. Posted by The Thinker at 8:58 PM. The sun hung in the sky like a life-threatening blood clot, menacing and deep red. The warm waters of the Mediterranean rolled out beneath it in complementing shades of orange and yellow. In the distance the last remaining evidence of land was slowly retreating behind the horizon. The only sound was that of the waves slapping lazily against the wooden skiff. Even though it was not wise, his thoughts wande...
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Moose Knuckles: Connotation
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Every Artist Was Once An Amateur." Emerson. Monday, March 26, 2007. Posted by The Thinker at 11:39 PM. Just a few days ago I saw a car on the side of the road. My wife recognized it as a car that had run up on my bumper and passed me with a delightful zeal about a week before. I remember the primordial and terribly delicious sense of. Rise up in my chest before being squashed by my civilized sense of mercy and pity. Is that poetry? Or is it merely the stuff that must be molded into poetry?
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Moose Knuckles: The Great American Novel
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Every Artist Was Once An Amateur." Emerson. Monday, April 2, 2007. The Great American Novel. Posted by The Thinker at 9:03 PM. I post this merely for posterity's sake- I wrote this story in 2002, and just recently found a copy of it while moving to my new place. With my luck, it'll be lost again in a few weeks, so I thought I would recreate it here. It's fairly long, but somewhat humorous- feel free to ignore if uninterested. It's primary purpose is archival oriented self-edification. One autumn day I wa...
