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Appleton street art
Seems like Appleton street art is still cropping up around the city. Hope to see him soon.
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Pan Fried Salmon Benedict
Pan Fried Salmon Benedict Prep: 15 minCook: 10 minTotes: 25 min GET THAT SALMON 2 salmon fillets (5 ounces each), skin removed1 teaspoon salt½ teaspoon black pepper1 tablespoon Cajun Seasoning1 tablespoon Lemon Pepper seasoning3 tablespoons cooking fat2 large eggs, poached1 pinch cayenne pepper paprika for garnish. YES. bed of spinach. An entire bed made out…
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Experimental Fiction Experiment
Dave King takes carpeted stairs into the basement of the Hawthorne Hotel in Salem, Massachusetts thinking of experimental fiction. A remnant of variegated clay chips hint that Donald Maass, John Vorhaus, Jo Eberhardt, Sean Walsh, and Mike Swift had been playing poker. An oversized Jack of clubs (big enough to be a placemat) and a…
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Spotify Earnings VS. 45-RPM vinyl singles in 1967
Working through dad’s estate has made me radically reevaluate Spotify earnings compared to the last 50-60 years of music, particularly when you consider 45-rpm vinyl singles in 1967. Side note: the idea of calling it an “estate” seems, still, rather ridiculous to me as the author of Bell Hammers. But in any case, something stark…
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For Luck — Tap and Die 003
Frey didn’t think Jack would show. Jack hadn’t shown for nine months now: she could have been pregnant and had a baby in this time. He was always helping everyone else but her and Dövë. Or it felt that way. She saw the painting of the three of them surrounded by grandparents and cousins, and…
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The Guest in 22b
The motel on the corner of Cedar and Broadway had been a decent stopping point between Memphis and Tulsa on Route 66. Once there had been a fresh coat of paint and nights when the blinking “No Vacancy” sign lit up the neighborhood. But now the salmon pink exterior was nothing but an eyesore and…
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Hollow Needle — Tap and Die 002
The Hollow Needle did not rise above the horizon, but sank into the great peak of Weststool, steam and smoke heralding it in a great circular halo. One of five new taps in Gergia, the opposite of towers, it drilled down into a too-wide hole. Seven carriage bridges—long stone pathways lit by gas lamps—led from…
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Honorifics — Tap and Die 001
The driver looked cockeyed at Black Jack Dawes’s half-frozen hands that held the other reins. The driver took kings and nobles all over the Ivrian side of the world, not crusty old tradesmen in khaki dusters, range hats, knee-high boots slathered in mud, and that black cloak with those unfixed stars on it. And no…
