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bag! bag! it big, its heavy, its bag!
As promised, a glimpse of Alpert, the not-quite-real cat perched atop Lukewarm's television.Whenever I have shown someone Alpert for the first time, their reaction is always one of started bemusement. It's not really plausible that something so strange and at once lifelike and totally ersatz...
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Published 3 days ago

script for a radio show
(The courtyard of the Northwood apartments is twilit by a peak-of-summer sky featuring a sickle-shaped moon portion. In the adjacent parking lot, a collection of broken down cars and car parts and assorted tools is strewn along the gravely expanse. A doorway opens, the doorway of apartment number...
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Published 5 days ago

enumerations of love and how it feels to be lonely for one C. Scott Fry
Tonight we will be exploring the mythic ex-mayor of downtown Juneau, C. Scott Fry.I pondered his amazingness recently during an especially rad train of thought. Rather than attempting to describe it with inadequate words, I will instead draw you a diagram.So, in honor of Juneau's lost prodigal...
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Published a week ago

six scenes of great meaning and depth i decided to document from the outside world
Having a camera phone again is amazing.When I first bought one a few years ago, I used to take photos of mullets and odd, fleeting moments in the world. Those two things. That's what these crappy image-makers are great for: Saving in a rough wax shell the stuff that simmers on the borders of life...
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Published a week ago

a St. Martin's Summer full of unseasonably warm weather
Last week I was given a free car, which has really turned out to be a gift that you open only to discover a hundred more tiny gifts inside of it. I described the transfer in "short exchange", a post from earlier this week.The entire thing just felt right. I'm feeling good right now, in fact, with...
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Published 2 weeks ago

short exchange
"I just don't want you to think I'm an Indian giver. Run it into the ground for all I care. I've got my money's worth out of it, but when I get back into town, if she's still rolling I'd love to have her back."He said as we sat idling down the road a bit from the airport drop-off. He was drinking...
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Published 3 weeks ago

things to do in Juneau when you're dead
We had nothing to do and a random old guy had just given us the keys to his sweet '86 Mazda 323 hatchback. Sure, it smelled like a gas leak and there was a tampon dyed to look like it had once been used in the rear view mirror, but we were young and didn't give heed to such small considerations....
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Published 4 weeks ago

richard, its really happening!
So its happening, it would seem. Barack is set to right the ship as it stands here at eleven sixteen in the post meridiem, Alaska standard time.I don't even know how the state and local stuff is going, and maybe I will by the end of the night, but I want to just let this wash over me. You know,...
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Published 4 weeks ago

good bye to Costa's Tin Pan Alley and other strange lamentations amounting to not much
"Hey, its me! Marty!"Said the bum with cigarettes in his ears."Hi Marty."I said."Guess what? I got a plane ride tomorrow morning at ten.""Getting out of Dodge, huh? Good idea, Marty. This place is no good for you.""Yeah. I sure would like a beer before I go. Can I have some money?"Asked Marty....
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Published a month ago

notes on a vampire movie and a weekend of unimaginable promise
The rain has relented, it would seem. On the eve of All Hollow's Eve, events are as they should be; all is right with the cosmos. The air is dry this morning. As I walked the half block to work under the pallid beginnings of day light, it seemed suddenly and impactfully different to be without...
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Published a month ago

welcome back, Marty
Marty, the bum with the fake fishing poles and cigarettes in his ears got out on Friday. I saw him while I was waiting for a haircut in between work and the KXLL party downtown in the dim evening light. I was standing outside Capital Records on Seward street there by McDonald's."Hey, its me!...
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Published a month ago

rager this weekend and the first sign of the season of decay
Its fucking snowing.October is all but expired and the winter long struggle with months connoting snowmen and chestnuts and turkeys and ice skating or whatever has begun in earnest, I guess. I noticed the first flurry of snow from my office window, and it made me decide that I needed to sit and...
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Published a month ago