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ungrateful children of moderate privelege

In Response: This is How it Feels

April 10, 2012

I know that your question was rhetorical, but I’ll answer it anyway. How does it feel/ to be on your own/ no direction home/ a complete unknown/ like a rolling stone? It feels like shit, Bob. The absolute worst feeling you can imagine. The hopelessness, the spiritual vertigo, the sense that one is drowning in [...]

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Last Night I Dreamt…

December 31, 2011

Of my father. Like I do every night. Except instead of trying to instill wisdom into me by way of automotive maintenance, he was part of a group of middle aged men, who came out onto a darkened stage one at a time and extolled the virtues (and comedic mishaps) of relaxed fit stonewashed denim [...]

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Time Out to Talk Cultural Misappropriation

December 10, 2011

Just don’t. And when others do, say something. Hi. Academy Award Winner and current star of Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman Philip Seymour Hoffman here to talk about taking things that don’t belong to you. We’ve all done it. You go to Mexico or Argentina, or maybe Chile, and you come back pronouncing those [...]

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Professor Dan Deever, MFA (Fiction) Iowa ’83: Drying Out

December 1, 2011

No ma’am. I do not want another iced tea. I want more iced tea. Yes, there is a difference. Cassie, please. I’m having a conversation with-Melanie, is it?-with Melanie here. Just semantics? Just? The world lives and dies by linguistic interpretation. Just semantics is an oxymoron. The difference? Well, when you pay money for the [...]

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