May 2013
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May 15th
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May 15th
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“Sam Vimes, man. Sam Fucking Vimes.”
– Me (via hisnamewasbeanni)
May 15th
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April 2013
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Apr 8th
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Apr 8th
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March 2013
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Mar 19th
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Mar 19th
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Mar 19th
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Mar 15th
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Mar 9th
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Mar 9th
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Mar 9th
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Mar 1st
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February 2013
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Revealed in the course of my top drawer clean-up
A square-ruled exercise book, the first 3 pages containing the same neatly copied out table of hiragana and katakana characters A Mathematics Special Paper from October/November 2006 A poem linking love and construction sites written in pencil on a strip of foolscap Part of a piece of foolscap with math workings in blue ink on one side and another pencilled poem about love on the other A sheet...
Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 14th
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January 2013
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Jan 18th
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Jan 16th
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December 2012
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Dec 24th
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Dec 17th
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Dec 11th
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Dec 11th
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Dec 10th
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November 2012
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Nov 24th
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Nov 23rd
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Nov 17th
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Nov 17th
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gingerhaze: to every art student everywhere I get it now
Nov 17th
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Nov 14th
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Nov 9th
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Nov 8th
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Nov 6th
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“Now you feel like you’re writing for other people, or at least you hope...”
– David Foster Wallace, on his art
Nov 6th
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Nov 6th
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Nov 4th
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October 2012
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Oct 30th
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Oct 30th
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Oct 28th
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Oct 28th
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Oct 25th
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The Throne of Zion: A pilgrimage to Ghana’s oldest... →
What did they pray for in that lofty room?
Oct 25th
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Oct 25th
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Emily Witt, on OK Cupid and people in general →
I went on a date with a man who turned out to be a hairstylist who had attracted me with his Texas charm: ‘A nod and a bow, Ms Space,’ he had written. He arrived late to our date in Alphabet City, having accommodated some last-minute clients who wanted unscheduled blow-drys for their own dates. On either side of his neck he had tattoos of crossed scimitars. I asked him what the tattoos meant. He...
Oct 24th
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Oct 22nd
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Upturned wrist and exposed vein
The open hand.
Oct 21st
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Oct 20th
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Oct 15th
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September 2012
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Sep 29th
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Sep 29th
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