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Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
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Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell:
Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn:
People's History of the U.S.

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Saturday, October 02, 2004

So, because it is late, and because I have decided that this will not be a weekend of staying up late and sleeping in, I am going to go to bed. But before I do, I just wanted to leave you with something marvelous, heartpoundingly great:

"He kissed her with such fervor that her teeth rattled, several of them hitting the floor, kerplunk, kerplunk. The rhythm kept time with his barely beating heart."

"'My darling,' he whispered into the rotting stub of her ear, ignoring the smell of corruption. 'I'll love you until the stars fall from the sky...or your skin from your bones, whichever comes first.'"

-Janet Miller, Writer of Zombie Porn.

I love my mommy. Happy birthday to her!

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