This morning the front page of The Hardball Times includes a link to the anti-depressant Emily. Also over there, Dave Studeman's Ten Things I Didn't Know Last Week column pointed me to Death By Caffeine. Apparently it would take 114.28 cups of brewed coffee to kill me.
Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem
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Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem I like you when you’re
silent because it’s like you’ve gone—you’re hearing me from far away and my
voic...
6 days ago
1 comment:
Glad to know that you've cheated death by trading away those coffee beans for the scanner, John.
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