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1 Do you ever, in the midst your everyday activities, hear Donkey Kong? I do. I hear him all the time. Specifically, I hear the sound he makes in Mario Tennis for the N64 when he wins a point. Or maybe it’s the sound when he loses a point. It’s a bit fuzzy, the memory.…
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DAY ONE My husband stared at the familiar object in disbelief. “Honey?” I asked, approaching him from behind. “What are you doing?” “Something seems off about this lamp,” he said, without looking back at me. He was looking at the standing lamp that sat next to the couch in our living room. “Did you move…
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Words expressing sentiments which may otherwise seem trite can appear deep and profound when accompanied by the harmonious sounds of music. Song lyrics, when divorced from their musical context, often appear quite simple, and occasionally even stupid, but when we are immersed in their musical soundscape, they can hit us like a bag of bricks…
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“Martin! Urgent! Get over here!” Gordon screamed into the telephone. “Get over here now!” He slammed the telephone on to the receiver. Gordon shook his arms violently. “This is big! This is big!” The man facing him on the other side of the desk was smiling from ear to ear. “I’m glad that you’re so…
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dear balckwell, my name is jeremy from the state of massachusetts. i’ve been living here in massachusetts for seven and a half years. i just turned twenty two years old, and yet, i don’t know anyone anywhere. i used to know some people but then i forgot about them, and i can’t find their names…
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As I sit here and ponder my imminent retreat from the world of sense, I must let out a long, silent sigh at the days that are soon coming to an end. I’ve spent a long time turning from what I was to what I am, and I am on the verge of a new…
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I have achieved my American Dream. I am at the top of a ladder that I built myself. This ladder has three rungs. The ladder has three rungs because I only ever wanted to be at ground level. I built the ladder in a basement. Let me clarify. My ladder was built with a short-term…
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I am quite certain that no man has ever made as much soup as I made last night. It is an unholy, blasphemous amount of soup. Unholy, because its size recalls the irreconcilable sin of gluttony; blasphemous, because the idea that man should usurp the act of creation to such a vast extent is surely…
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Balckwell Rising! 