A Few Things
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Fringe. I don’t understand why it keeps falling in the ratings when it
keeps getting better. It has become this great ensemble show, rising to the
level of...
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ISLANDS
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RHSNYC Friday Fun Quiz! - Here in New York City, we've been experiencing preternaturally springlike weather. Ordinarily this would please me, but as I get older and increasingly cr...
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Stop Trying To Make Sense - I’ve ruined promising drawings trying to make the best (read: weirdest) parts work better with the rest: Trying to make the whole make more sense. Because...2 days ago
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Read Charles Bukowski 4 what? - Read Charles Bukowski 4 social enlightenment? Well, maybe. Bukowski’s poetry often presents the rest of the world as stuck in hapless darkness: people are...
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checking in - I have been a poor blogger. That's not true: in point of fact, for a bit over a month now I haven't been a blogger at all. I hope to get back to it in a fe...1 week ago
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Breastfeeding SUCKsess - I've written and then erased this post four times now. It is so easy for me to get preachy and judgmental and I'm not sure that is the most constructive us...2 weeks ago
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Fare Thee Well, Sam Samster - Sam was the king of the Oakville cats. He was a mensch. His presence will animate our lives long after his passing. Continue reading →2 weeks ago
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Impending move - Just a heads up that I'll be moving this blog soon to a website of my very own... the URL here has for quite some time been www.laurenelkin.com, but the blog...5 weeks ago
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13 more characters from The Search - Mme de Cambremer after a strenuous session of music, her diamond earrings fallen, her headpiece of black grapes come undone. Mlle Vinteuil recalling a spe...
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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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