Wednesday, September 14, 2005
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- "You used to have a lot of old men come down to co...
- American Life in Poetry: Column 027
- Bees heat predators to death
- And people say I'm strange
- Department of incredibly bad taste
- This Shining Moment in the Now
- My secret garden
- American Life in Poetry: Column 026
- Something ElseI know a woman who calls meevery wee...
- Artists erect giant pink bunny on mountain
- The Diva, the Supergirl and the Ministry of Truth
- Happy Birthday, Sam!
- "I don't know why people would want to have lunch ...
- Porch Swing in September
- American Life in Poetry: Column 025
- "All shook up, I am"
- Katrina Tournaments on PokerStars
- Why we do what we do
- Young in New Orleans
- Nova Scotia
- Way cool stuff. Awful site.
- Sometime the collective wisdom works
- poetry readings
- Sex Machines blog and book
- One down. One to go.
- Meet the head of FEMA
- American Life in Poetry: Column 024
- "Are you getting a lot of that Mr. Vice President?"
- The return of the game that wasn't there
- Mississippi Goddamn
- Things fall apart, the center cannot hold
- What has happened down here is the winds have changed
- American Life in Poetry: Column 023
- American Life in Poetry: Column 022
- The return of fhb and Noah's Wish
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On my blue suede shoes you must not step.
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