1. family conversations that irk my brother, the batman fan

     
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  4. hi

    i have not disappeared forever—but sorry about disappearing for a sizable bit.

     
     
  5. In which I make a movie in two days with five people and one peanut-butter drenched daffodil.

     
     
  6. Some inky pursuits have been for the sake of The Clouds, or my attempt to make every student consider how similar “thunderclap sounds to fart and crap.”

    It may have also been my excuse to deface a stage with dozens of stolen cookies. 

    This here is Clarence W., sixth year graduate student at The Thinkery. When he isn’t working on his dissertation on the depths of Hades, Clarence enjoys neglecting meals, swatting at fleas, and playing martial anapest rhythms at the local lute society.

    Now Clarence is my roommate, along with one Randall P. It’s a bit crowded. 

     
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  8. http://southsideweekly.com/brushing-up/

    (ah, there have been many inky pursuits that I have neglected documenting in this particular ether.) 

     
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  10. С днем рождения, кошка

    Russian 106 assignment: Write a short story, fact or fiction, about celebrating a holiday.

    (A translation)

    Every summer, on September 4th, I celebrate my cat’s birthday. I like this day. It might my favorite day of the year, I think. I always prepare for her a cake with fish—usually, I buy the fish at the market from Rurik, the fish man. Like my cat, Rurik really loves fish. He always knows which fish will be great.  This year, I prepared a chocolate cake with fish and berries. In sugar, I wrote on her cake: “Happy birthday!” I did not write how old she was, because she has never told me. Maybe she is very old; maybe she was born with the sun; maybe she saw the dark earth turn bright.

    Maybe she prepared the world just as I prepare her cake.

     I do not know which year she was born. But I do know that she was born on September 4th. And thus, I give her a present. I cover the fish in luminescent paper, I write her a letter, I draw a fish on the letter. I draw using pens with cat nip (herbs for cats). It is true that last year, I did not give her a present, but I did take her to the theater to see her favorite play: no, not “Cats,” but “Candide.”

    Each year, on this day, we sing, we dance, we laugh, we drink milk. We are happy.