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So, I’ve moved to a more serious sounding domain name because I’m trying to act more ‘professional’ or something. Find my recent writing here. Including an essay about how I gave my younger brother a Tao Lin book for Christmas, some interviews I did with sweet people in the lit scene, etc. No Responses Yet to “new web home”. Feed for this Entry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Polly wolly- to the MAX!
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Frances swallowing the sun. Photo by Thad Higa. See new content at fedinger.wordpress.com. Polly wolly- to the MAX! Overheard at seattle university. Postcards from my living room. Prithee, my dear. Life is freaking beautiful. Blog at WordPress.com. Follow “North of Here”. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox. Build a website with WordPress.com.
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February | 2010 | North of Here
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Archive for February, 2010. From Richard Chiem’s “eye reading” series. He recently made a visit to Seattle. We made this video, had a small reading and lots of revelry.) Sheep in Sheep’s Clothing by Frances E. Dinger (an excerpt) Lola had a peculiar dream last night. She was walking home from the gym, past the outdoor tennis courts where […]. Polly wolly- to the MAX! Overheard at seattle university. Postcards from my living room. Prithee, my dear. Life is freaking beautiful.
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Archive for December, 2010. So, I’ve moved to a more serious sounding domain name because I’m trying to act more ‘professional’ or something. Find my recent writing here including an essay about how I gave my younger brother a Tao Lin book for Christmas, some interviews I did with sweet people in the lit scene, etc. Polly wolly- to the MAX! Overheard at seattle university. Postcards from my living room. Prithee, my dear. Life is freaking beautiful. Blog at WordPress.com. Follow “North of Here”.
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Letters to the French: September 2012
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Letters to the French. I've never known anyone French. This is not likely to change that. Sunday, September 23. Call This A Drowning Of The Past. Flotsam: Red lines running into each other. Crowding. Bumping elbows, odors. Overlapping on maps. So much fire - Inciweb updates, and photos of the alien invasion. Air updates - ten times the particulate deemed Hazardous. And forever we're bathing in campfire. Wonder how long the thought of S'mores will induce nausea. Jetsam: Protect the homes. They water v...
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Letters to the French: June 2012
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Letters to the French. I've never known anyone French. This is not likely to change that. Monday, June 18. Into the sun this fatigue we wore; beside the sea the salt was tang and the sky a bird circling above breakers. The trail was soft, the trail was mud, the trail was a trickling stream. The trail was rocks, the trail was brush, the trail was dander and fluff and a song whistled in each heavy exhale. We dreamt the trail forever - and sea and sky seemed to comply. Instead we bedded down with elk.
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Letters to the French: August 2012
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Letters to the French. I've never known anyone French. This is not likely to change that. Thursday, August 30. Somewhere between then and now I stopped feeling. Or felt to progressively shallower depths, anyways. Bled less, somehow. And it was better, to have outgrown some of this. The passion of youth is wasted, foolish, and perfect because it's foolish. Watching students, I could not be more glad to see it behind me. To be free of it. To love again - but tempered, reasonably. Labels: blast from the past.
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Letters to the French: Favor (it)
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Letters to the French. I've never known anyone French. This is not likely to change that. Sunday, January 20. I pace. Phone to my ear. Trembling with cold, sure, but more with nerves - I grew up here, in this Wisconsin chill; the sun's shining, the temperature at least twenty, my breath barely a puff beside me - and of course he jokes: "What if I say no? By Idaho she's cold and I'm cold and our feet soak up the ice, pavement in the soles of our shoes and the air chilled ice, but I ask anyways, with this ...
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Letters to the French: September 2011
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Letters to the French. I've never known anyone French. This is not likely to change that. Tuesday, September 20. No Gang Signs At The Dinner Table. Of course, nor will I admit just how much coffee I'm drinking these days. Labels: friends and family. Misadventures in the outdoor world. Thursday, September 15. Notion that my presence'd make their absence less a void, it seems I'd that concept rather backwards, and have been corrected accordingly. She says, half-facetious, half-serious. Hah! Caretaking, tho...
