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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, September 11, 2001
Tuesday Morning Attack
This has been an extremely strange and terrible morning. After an unusual cup of coffee, I've been stationary in front of the television watching the smoke and destruction unfold at the World Trade Center in NYC and Pentagon in Washington, D.C.
It was comforting to know that the events were occurring two thousand miles away, but it has hit closer to home with the evacuation of Federal buildings and the capital building here in Denver. There is a strange air in the office as people stand huddled around radios and televisions.
In a sort of sick thrill, I watched, unmoving, as explosion after collapse after explosion occurred. I feel drawn, in a way, to the disaster as though it is feeding some part of my psyche. Part of me wants to see the remaining hijacked planes continue unintercepted, just to observe the full outcome of this horrible plan.
This cannot ? will not ? happen, of course, and as the nation and fighter jets scramble to strike down the continuing threats, the sense of anxious anticipation returns. Things seem, for the moment to have slowed, if not calmed, a bit.
So much will happen because of today.
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