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Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs
My mother is standing in front of the bathroom mirror smelling polished and ready; like Jean Nate, Dippity Do and the waxy sweetness of lipstick.
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
The Salinas Valley is in Northern California.
The Straw Men by Michael Marshall
Palmerston is not a big town, nor one that can convincingly be said to be at the top of its game.
Vineland by Thomas Pynchon
Later than usual one summer morning in 1984, Zoyd Wheeler drifted awake in sunlight through a creeping fig that hung in the window, with a squadron of blue jays stomping around on the roof.
Collected Fictions by Jorge Luis Borges
In 1517, Fray Bartolomé de las Casas, feeling great pity for the Indians who grew worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines, proposed to Emperor Charles V that Negroes be brought to the isles of the Caribbean, so that they might grow worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines.
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posted Tuesday, August 7, 2001
Good Things
What can I say, other than things have been really busy and really good. I've been full-up with activity, between work, hanging out with friends, and spending time with Jeff and I hate the fact that when times are good, I never write about them, it's just that I never have the time to write about them. I've been making a concerted effort to write less about the melancholy and focus on the good.
Things with Jeff are looking exceptionally good. He came down this weekend with my friends Dave and Scott to peruse the booths at Pride, and afterwards we had dinner and drinks followed by a movie. So far, plans for a fall vacation are shaping up nicely. We're pricing trips to Cancun, Key West, and Costa Rica. Nothing solid as of yet.
I'm going out of town for two weeks on Friday for business and pleasure. First to Houston, then to Memphis. Hopefully, when I return, I'll have regained a bit of my desire to write.
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