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Shit just got real, blogging style

As sometimes happens, a reader of my blog will reach out to me. Some missives are impertinent (read the psychoanalysis one dude gave me here… 424 more words

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Really Kelly

Check it out for the One Time!

you claiming that you smoked weed…..really what happened???????/I’m gonna break these “facts” and destroy your so-called street cred/stand tall, stand over your dead corpse/a few fatal blows to your head…..now yous dead/this is what happens when you fuck with me/when you fuck with a Fed/One Time/There’s this factoid and then there’s the Chanello’s or Papa John’s one where the pizza delivery guy “tried to sell you weed” and then there’s this as well…. 79 more words

Street Cred: Simple Strategies to Stop Sucking At Sourcing.

I started out my career in sourcing; in those days where active job seekers mostly started at the major job boards, finding the names and developing the contact information for potential candidates actually required skill. 2,321 more words


10 Things I Used to Like Until I Moved to Austin

Austin has a way of over-doing trends and kind of ruining them.  Also, whatever you are: gluten-free, a single mom, last of the Mohicans, a punk, a Burner, a teasey stripper at a seedy bar, or a polyamorist, you know, people idealize themselves and turn themselves into little socio-political causes, perhaps even with an accompanying cult of personality.  3,733 more words


Love-making music = folkloric music

This morning, it was sun-shiny and hot, so I decided to take a long walk through my neighbourhood. I walked past a small square, on a busy boulevard, past an old man playing an accordion on a park bench. 68 more words

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Smoking and sales taxes

Anxiety and cigarettes. And pot.

On my way home from the gym, as we were waiting for the metro to arrive, Cap and I discussed my… 691 more words

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The children need some clothes
And the mothers need to eat
The money is a problem
They lacking providers
They lack breadwinners
The fathers rotting in jail… 153 more words

Pistols In Poetry