A Bird Stealing Bread
Sometimes I have to write, sometimes. And when I do, its usually about art or politics or neuroscience or Arkansas. What else is there?
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2.08.11
“ Now when we hear something that sounds like a fart, we have to blame it on you because Max is gone.
— Nolan to his father, after the family dog died.
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Tuesday, February 8th, 2011
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