Friday, December 30, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
And my feeling was, 'Please, I've done everything I was supposed to do. Can I go home now?' That's what I feel right now. I've written books. Lots of them. Please, I've done everything I'm supposed to do. Can I go home now?
Posted by not eb at 3:20 AM
where he was assigned to write a piece on a racehorse that had jumped a fence and attempted to run away. After staring at the blank piece of paper on his typewriter all morning, he typed, "The horse jumped over the fucking fence," and left.
Posted by not eb at 3:09 AM
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Those who see the world as a commons revel in what they have made possible with others.
Posted by not eb at 8:58 PM