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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 Wednesday, September 12, 2001

The Day After

Woke up this morning feeling like I had been tormented by a bad dream. Then I realized it wasn't a dream. Things are perfectly normal here, with people carrying on their daily routines and the weather being beautiful as ever. The difference is in my head and in the heads of everyone around me.

I'm slightly nervous to find out what our country is going to do. Although fairly certain now that the US won't strike right away with fists, I feel the mass of the continent quietly reeling. And I don't trust the monkey. I pray for common sense from the people.

I felt a tinge of guilt yesterday, as I went about my daily chores, cleaning and eating and paying bills and watching television, but I realized that I can't let this stop my life. Any one of us could die at any time, and it's not our place to sit around and worry about the death of others or our own death. Our job is to pick up life by the roots and run with it while we still have legs and arms and hearts.

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