in English literature,
in the English language,
the saddest words:
she asked me
was I going
to Araby.
in the English language,
the saddest words:
she asked me
was I going
to Araby.
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Mr. ZIP’s Windy Day - [Click for a larger book.] “Young readers will love the interactive lift-the-flap element as they join Mr. ZIP for one windy adventure! Mr. ZIP and his tr...
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Staple Street - I have always been enamored of this alley downtown. I even imagined living here one day, except now I realize it gets absolutely zero sunlight …4 weeks ago
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Sara Bareilles: Saint Honesty - Sara Bareilles – Saint Honesty (Official Audio) | Saint Honesty – Sara Bareilles – Live from Here Sara Bareilles – Brave (Official Video) | Brave – Sara Ba...11 months ago
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Pack Your Bags, We're Moving! - Do you ever find yourself wishing you could drink the same old wine from a new bottle? Well, guess what? I've got a new blog! After the Bike Forecast en...
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GO TRUCK ME - As many folks know, I cut and sell firewood, do some tree removals, trim work, yard work, site cleanups, hauling etc. All require a work tr...
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8. Summer camp - Last weekend I picked up my younger daughter from her “performing arts” summer camp in the Catskills; yesterday my older daughter got back on a Greyhound ...6 years ago
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Video Snob - Maroon 5 "Animal" - Maroon 5 released their new video for "Animal" today and it's just a mess. A bloody disturbing mess. But then again Maroon 5 usually releases ridiculous vi...
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USPS - Last week I created a dozen icons, apps for an iPad version the USPS magazine, "Deliver." Here are my favorite nine of the batch.12 years ago
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(Exit followed by a bear) - The Magpie held out hope ("here, take this piece of beauty") for as long as was possible. The red bear was not to be bribed by something it couldn't eat....
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About Me
- Phil McCray
- In 1903 (Elm Street, Ithaca, New York) my grandfather caused the death of one his sons in a most particularly awful way. It involved a thresher. He never spoke of it again. In 1942 my father’s brother was lost in the sinking of the US Independence Hall; he had been given a marlinspike knife by a British sailor, which he had given to my father for safekeeping before sailing. Passed on to me, I gave it to my nephew’s daughter. ENDGAME PORTS b. 1947, Ithaca Leafy green village upstate undergraduate college Iowa Writers’ Workshop MFA Two years solitary cabin by lake, reading Raleigh & Chapel Hill, reading Commercial Beekeeper, four years Potter and decorator, three years Bicycle dharma bum, reading, writing Archivist at Cornell University several years Paris-Brest-Paris, 1200km bicycle audax, 1987 Heart surgeries Passim: four matrimonial adventures, reading and writing In my late fifties, founded Loudeac Tile Studio (wherein Madompna La Vogdesa and I sublimate artistic reproductions on tile and stone)
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