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Pass-a-Grille Beach
It is thought that the beach derives it's name from the French phrase passe aux grilleurs and the fact fishermen frequently stopped here to get fresh water and cook their catch. This is interesting, considering that there is a greater presence of Spainards in the history of the region, but maybe it's the result of pirates, because there were ( Read more... ) -
Food For Thought
Today in 1845, a post-college grad and unemployed teacher, struggling through an economic depression, bought second-hand building materials, borrowed space on a friend's land, and built a small, one-room cabin. Aside from thrift, his primary motive for conducting this experiment was cultural anthropology, studying mainstream American habits and ( Read more... ) -
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I just read back through the journals from 2001-2010. Teaching and gradschool consumed most of those entries. As of this year, I've been a teacher for ten years. But guess what? I don't want to be anymore ( Read more... ) -
An overheard conversation
Guy working the register at Pita-Pit: "What are we listening to?"
Other guy who works there: "That solo album Brian Wilson did-- you know, that guy from the Beach Boys?"
Guy working the register: "So yeah, did he sing soprano in the group? What did he do?
Other guy: "Pretty much everything. He wrote the songs, organized the music, sang, played ( Read more... ) -
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"However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may even have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor house."
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Thoreau began living at Walden on the 4th of July, 1845. Consider the adventure you will have today, and path down which it will propel your life. Ask the question of yourself "Will you be a reader, a student merely, or a seer?" Then go get another beer and maybe shoot some sparkley things into the sky.
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"I'm nobody-- who are you"
#613 (Franklin ed ( Read more... ) -
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Girl in White
Don't think
because her petal thighs
leap and her slight
breasts flatten
against your chest
that you warm her
alligator mind.
In August,
her hand of snow
rests on your back.
Follow her through the mirror.
My wan sister.
Love is a trap
that would tear her
like a rabbit.
-Marge Piercy