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Arguable Analog
I find this hard to believe, you may feel the same way: I make $22 an hour dishwashing at a restaurant in NE Minneapolis, I make $18 an hour as a barista downtown, I make $100 dollars an hour...
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Armageddon Everyday!
Today, in Downtown Minneapolis the world ended. It did not end in the sense that most people would think of the world ending; shit blowing up, firebombs coming down from the heavens, Christians being...
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Fresh Ideas: On Capitalism and College
What I’ve learned from life is to learn from life. On Mockery: I see what others do, I watch, and I know my skill-level. I will imitate, mimic, and progressively become better than my opposition, like...
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Weathering the Weather (Twin Cities Cold)
A bagel and coffee for sustenance; I sat and watched the other patrons gather at the counter and order. They shook their coats and pulled out paper money and coins in exchange for a cup of warm/hot...
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The College of Wikipedia
Preface: Since most of my audience, Americans, hate to read, I will keep this piece very short and very sweet. And hey, fuck you if you don’t like the idea of taking a reading and giving it one label,...
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What is Derrida’s critique of the word “event”, and such?
Bright light radiates outside within distant white snow-piles glowing in my eyes. Cold is the new norm. What ever happened to warm? I think of this as it is sunny out. Where and why are we born?...
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Anthropology is a Joke
Sometimes I just think about being at a beer garden, sun shining, with my friends across from me. Then I stop… And for a moment I think of nothing. Then I start thinking about being at a beer garden...
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Nietzsche, these are just words.
Nietzsche, these are just words The mirror shoots a startling reflection back through my eyes to my brain; I am exactly the opposite of what I see on this side, but I am there, that’s me. Nerve...
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When I was a Bird (Living in Bush Valley)
On a whim, On a branch, On a hope, On a past. Broken sticks for bones, they come draped in tattered sheets; these are wings attached to me. I am this sad bird, no tears show a melancholy. I cannot...
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Stewart Anthony; stuck in time
Stewart Anthony, cruising on top of paved world only being brought down by circles and circles and circles, to the left; grotesquely contorted accidental acrobat; unfortunate excite- unfortunate. Sound...
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When in Ireland (pt. 1)
Nothing is what it seems. You may think that two fingers in the air means: peace. You may think that it is the only interpreted meaning of the gesture. I would like to warn you that it is not. In...
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Why your cereal tastes like shit
Usually, when a bunch of people walk through where I am located (mostly at the library), I wonder to myself, why? I wonder why they are here in front of me, why I am here inside of me, and then I start...
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Bugs and Bother (La Crescent Weekend)
As comfortable as black gnats on light wind, in healthy sun with moving clouds, of a hard morning broken, on this busy weekend of deals, held up by metal & canvas lawn chairs, in dewed green grass,...
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Coffeehouse Reflection – Of the Cities
What a day to reflect on the outside view of redbrick buildings, autumn leaves—golden, crimson, beige—a few green holding, and the blur of speeding traffic along Como Ave in Southeast. His stomach...
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