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JOURNALISM

JOURNALISM

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Matt Damon for life

Matt Damon for life

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Chicks with Swords

1792: Lady Almeria Braddock and Mrs Elphinstone; so called “petticoat duel”; Lady Almeria Braddock felt insulted by Mrs Elphinstone and challenged her to a duel in London’s Hyde Park after their genteel conversation turned to the subject of Lady Almeria’s true age. The ladies first exchanged pistol shots in which Lady Almeria’s hat was damaged. They then continued with swords until Mrs. Elphinstone received a wound to her arm and agreed to write Lady Almeria an apology.

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What a sexy way to read books.

What a sexy way to read books.

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chuckhistory:

Dear JoaniePepperoni,
Apparently my long time Canadian wanderlust, @bjmcnugget, has taken it upon herself to make a mashed potatoes and gravy pizza. No word on how it tastes, and she didn’t bother to share any with me, but here is a photo of it. 
When she sends me a slice, I will taste it for Taste Test Tuesday. 

chuckhistory:

Dear JoaniePepperoni,

Apparently my long time Canadian wanderlust, @bjmcnugget, has taken it upon herself to make a mashed potatoes and gravy pizza. No word on how it tastes, and she didn’t bother to share any with me, but here is a photo of it. 

When she sends me a slice, I will taste it for Taste Test Tuesday. 


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Wittgenstein and the art of car maintenance

“there will be no returns”

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In which the distance between the writer of the astoundingly lucid book review and the writer of the aforementioned, but unknowable book, reduces to naught

“Brandon does give us some of that, but only the way a firing squad gives you a cigarette before it kills you”

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“The Reader! You, dogged, uninsultable, print-orientated bastard, it’s you I’m addressing, who else, from inside this monstrous fiction. You’ve read me this far, then? Even this far? For what discreditable motive? How is it you don’t go to a movie, watch TV, stare at a wall, play tennis with a friend, make amorous advances to the person who comes to your mind when I speak of amorous advances? Can nothing surfeit, saturate you, turn you off? Where’s your shame?”

John Barth, Life Story

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