The weight of Shanky's memories grew slowly over the years, imperceptibly becoming a fantastic boulder that made him slump his shoulders and walk half bent over. Inside the cold, unyielding granite were traces of all the lovers and pets and parents and friends who'd passed away; their obituaries a ticket into the virtual world where they played through endless loops of behavior salvaged from the bits and pieces of moments remembered. He feels for a moment the loss of the first woman wh...

Reports are everywhere that a rascist rant by Santa was secretly recorded on a phone and is now on Utube. The man in red was heard to say, among other rascist slurs, "Those jew kids... they don't need me, I don't fucking need them. Kike bastards, always out there pretending there was a Hitler. I don't see any proof here in this bar tonight to some damn Hitler. They come up with this shit as a way of putting it to the Christmas celebrating people fucking everywhere, man!!! Maybe if they d...

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What could I ever say about Iraq and Afganistan that has not been said better elsewhere by people who know more? After the zillions of blogs going this way and that as the slow trickle of knowledge about the real war came out and replaced the one Rumsfeld and Bush made up for the press, I am wary myself of reading anything more on the topic, let alone writing about it, but it is on my mind a lot, and I can do my best, one of the things blogs are truly about -- record being an educated writ...

Mary Ann has eight decades of memories she falls back into them and drifts off tells stories of the thirties on Chicago's German Southside says over and over, 'it's all gone now.' she's seen a lot of worlds emerge & dissolve away the people kept coming and coming crowded the cities then the fields then the woods were replaced with surburbia she's bewildered by computers too slow for revolving doors afraid of steps she talks of heaven I hold my atheist toungue tell...