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Roasted Peppers & Personal Revolutions

Fall has fell. I realize it when I paw through my pinks and pool-blues in search of earth tones, and find that I sent home all my winter clothes already. When I smell roasted red peppers in the hallway every evening. When I see the green apples emerge in the grocery boxes. When the smell [...]

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Apologizing Americans

“Excuse me,” I called to Before and After’s bartender who barely looked my way. “Imateli gradina?” (Do you have a garden?) I was looking for a place to lunch on this 70 degree day. “Ne” she said with a frown, clearly indicating, though this was the first time we’d ever met, that she was tired [...]

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MegaSnake and Me

  So on August 25th, 2007, at 9/8 Central, the SciFiChannel will debut their original movie, called Megasnake where my two adolescent children (not really my children) and I are eaten (not really eaten) by a 25 foot snake (not really a snake). Note that Megasnake has created this poster (here on the right, is [...]

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Birthday #32

Our waiter, Christomir, was baked. I’m pretty sure. He was doing that thing where he knew that if he got too close he would sit down and have a drink with us. And somewhere in his head there was a blinking light saying: No! Danger! Don’t’ do that! So he waffled between the distance of [...]

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The Sounds of Sofia

My own audio reality show. . . Screech, stop, start, peel, grind, stall, gun Motor in. . . What IS your price for (flight) living above a busy city street? Scrape of a metal hitting a tree Bang of a wheel denting a van Echo of a rolling street divider The bus along side the [...]

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MEME: Blog Interview

So I’ve been hearing about Blogs and “memes” lately. Apparently they’re meant to be together. Like Peace Corps and Chacos. Pauly Shore and meaningless movies. Peanut butter and lettuce. (Just ask my childhood friend, Andrea Ashdown). The short definition, courtesy of Quixtar Blog, is: “A unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or [...]

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Number 22

Seconds between stops, shuffling, coughing, wheezing dependable as a postman with the indignant, retro charm of a mesh cap. I’ll be home soon. Orange like a powerflower on the outside Green velvet pulp inside Hot, liquidy, but livable, like a womb Fifty cents for the ride. Photo ops are free. Public transportation at the cutting [...]

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Sofia Snapshots. . .

Last night’s party. . .by Andrea Coffee shop profile. . .by Boudreaux Baba’s Flowers. . .by Andrea “And another thing. . .!” By Boudreaux

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Wicked

It’s been a few years since I read about the little green babe, Elphaba. I never did see the musical (sniff), but I listened to the soundtrack thanks to Erin. A far cry from the lollipop kids, this book shook the original Wizard of Oz free of its clean candy-covered borders and zigzaged the lines [...]

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FAB (From a Book) #1

From Ayn Rand’s Fountainhead. “Jules Foulger said in last Sunday’s Banner (a newspaper) that in the world of the future, the theater will not be necessary at all. . that the daily life of the common man is as much a work of art in itself as the best Shakespeare tragedy. In the future there [...]

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