December 2011
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“The crickets and the rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sage...”
– From Old Custer by Eli Cash. Everyone knows Custer died at Little Bighorn. What this book presupposes is… maybe he didn’t.
Goodnight, 2011.
Some friends have summed up their years on tumblr. I enjoyed reading them, so I thought I would do the same. Feel free to ignore this post.
To sum up 2011 for Curtis:
January-May: I worked. A lot. Generally, 10-14 hours a day, every day, because I had nothing better to do: I was single and lonely. I had 3 days off from January to May: First two, I had food poisoning from eating too many eggs on...
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The Only Christmas Songs That Matter #3: R2-D2, We...
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The Only Christmas Songs That Matter #2: #FFF...
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The Only Christmas Songs That Matter #1: Punching...
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“Maybe we’ve stopped creating art. Maybe we’ve instead just started...”
– Stefan Urquelle, from his book All Your Base Are Belong to Us.
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