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I wish that I didn’t feel like I had to choose among getting a decent amount of sleep/rest completing all my reading assignments exercising having a social life having a sex life being creative meditating organizing the budget beginning term… more ›
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They came from Mexico to work our fields. They came from Russia to marry us. From Poland to clean our offices. From Japan to serve us tea in expensive restaurants. Passports and visas define their existence in our world. Some… more ›
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It was while forcing my friend Shayne to listen to this tape on the way back from Fort Worth in 1990 that I realized that our friendship had an expiration date. Or at least the person I was—the kind who… more ›
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Protokoll: M. Heidegger’s Being and Time Έν άρχη ήν ̀ο λόγος… “Wherever I begin, it is all one to me, for there I shall return again.” – Parmenides At first, a word toward “fragments and first beginnings,” the “fragmentary and… more ›
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Since I had no free time over the past several days to listen to any of my old two-tracks stored away in the closet of the office, I decided to venture out from that series and instead offer a “new… more ›
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IFILL: The next round of — pardon me, the next round of questions starts with you, Senator Biden. Do you support, as they do in Alaska, granting same-sex benefits to couples? BIDEN: Absolutely. Do I support granting same-sex benefits? Absolutely… more ›
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My twentieth “anniversary” is approaching. Twenty fuggin’ years! (No pun intended.) What the fuck?!?! Driving in Arlington, down E. Abram Street, past Meadowbrook Park where horniness and wine coolers blossomed into what tried to pass itself off as full-blown love.… more ›
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… you learn degree by degree.” Love is artifice, a construction. It is μίμησις; ποιέσις. It is, what Heidegger calls in “Die Frage nach der Technik” the “irruption of the bringing forth” à la φύσις, which, Heraclitus reminds us, loves… more ›
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It was 1985, and I thought that the world would freeze. “The Dream Academy.” What could be a more pretentious, schmaltzy name for a band? For an album? To some extent, you almost expect the oboe and timpani. You don’t… more ›
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What do we even mean by the term September? The seventh month? Unless I’m counting on my fingers incorrectly, this is the ninth month. And what about that so-old-as-to-not-even-be-archaic suffix -ber that we now use only for the names of… more ›