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Blog: Crazy, not lazy
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes…
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Blog: schema punks
Polished beetle dung might fool some people, but it’s still beetle dung.
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Blog: Jesus loves me, this I know
“The church we go to serves the One True God, the God that created Buddha… Didn’t he die of dysentery, or something?”
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Blog: Dating with Kundera
It’s been a while since I’ve ‘dated’ any good post-modern books.
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Poem: Aurora : Late at night in my younger years, / my father woke me in the middle / of the darkest of nights.
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Poem: sitting on the palatine : This is my ancient city, Rome / beyond the stench of sour days, cowering below…
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Blog: my (not-so-secret) admirer
…what followed was the oddest pause I’ve ever experienced since high school.
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Blog: a cuppa tea
I might have played Hegel to her Kant, but she was the worldly city girl to my backwards country boy.
Mila (Jacob Stetser)
Mila
is a writer, photographer,
& anything else that interests him.