Russo mimicked the pimp walk he had always seen in American movies as he went around the table and gave his four siblings an extra spoonful of oatmeal. “What time is Mama calling?” Jean, the youngest, asked, his eyes still crusted in the corners. He always asked the same question. It was like the questions …
It’s the first night I’ve slept over at Gerald’s. Yes, I am dating someone named Gerald. I asked if I could come up with a cooler name for him, something modern, geometric, all sharp angles and dangerous overtones—Axel, Gunner, Blaze—but he declined. Gerald’s cute in an awkward way, wears rectangular glasses and ties patterned with …
Because of China’s nature, there is a high possibility of conflict.—Chen Po-Wei, Taiwanese lawmaker quoted in the New York Times, July 1, 2020 It used to be my day off, July 1. I would rise early, maybe hit the gym or meet my hiking partner for a walk through the New Territories at sunrise. Luxuriate …
Like a lot of people, I imagine that if I make my telepathic frustration with whomever NPR is interviewing strong enough, I can call it activism. And then I am angry at myself for being one more ineffectual, self-satisfied, ego-driven jackass yelling at the radio. Like anybody, I like to look at pictures of animals …
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Ants push god aside, emerging from their many tunnelsin what we term a “colony” while they don’t—taking umbrage,though having the grace to keep to their purpose, concomitantwith god emergent manifold and compelled across interlinkedtunnels with those mouths out of a constellation of gravel. Over the hill, many different ant IDs cross lines of forage,and traces …
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