Tag: past

in which we learned nothing

Today there was an office holiday luncheon downstairs in the break room. For thirty minutes, I stayed upstairs at my desk, ignoring it. I knew exactly what was going to be spread out on those folding tables without even looking,...

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mixtape 4: 80s redux

In 1983, when I was three years old, I told my mother that Duran Duran was my favorite band and that I was in love with Knight Rider’s David Hasselhoff. While this doesn’t give me supreme cultural ownership over the...

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gratitude on nearing 30

When I was 20, I was living in a white duplex with 2 other students. One day, I wrote “You ain’t gotta be in jail to be doin’ time”1 on the whiteboard in the kitchen — the whiteboard where we usually...

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back in the days

We have a big ‘ol TV. Big ‘ol. TV. It is HD. It is flat panel. Did I mention it was big?1 We inherited this thing via Beau’s parents, who somehow did not have a need for it anymore. And we have been pleased....

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