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A Life in 1001 Pictures
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Day Thirty Seven: The Nugget Is Bad
Friday, November 7, 2008
Day Thirty Six: Jamaican Jerk Burger
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Day Thirty Five: The Shaw's Gift
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Day Thirty Four: I Need Shelving
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Day Thirty Three: Yes We Can
Monday, November 3, 2008
Day Thirty Two: You Aren't a Fascist, Are You?
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Day Thirty One: The View From Our Hotel
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Day Thirty: Peach City Ice Cream
Friday, October 31, 2008
Day Twenty Nine: It Really Isn't That Complicated, I Promise
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Day Twenty Eight: My Kurta
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Day Twenty Seven: What Could I Do With These?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Day Twenty Six: It's Too Bright
Monday, October 27, 2008
Day Twenty Five: The Reality
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Day Twenty Four: The Role Model
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Day Twenty Three: My Little Plant
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Day Twenty Eight: My Kurta
Day Twenty Seven: What Could I Do With These?
Day Twenty Six: It's Too Bright
Day Twenty Five: The Reality
Day Twenty Four: The Role Model
Day Twenty Three: My Little Plant
Day Twenty Two: French Onion Soup
Day Twenty One: Deterioration
Day Twenty: Blocking It All Out
Day Nineteen: Shiva, Buddha, the Ganges and a Stor...
Day Eighteen: My Glasses Aren't Weird, Are They?
Day Seventeen: I Surprised Her
Day Sixteen: Up All Night
Day Fifteen: Like a Broken Record
Day Fourteen: And the Real Thing Too
Day Thirteen: I Can Play Fake Guitar
Day Twelve: Rabid Scripts
Day Eleven: Punk and Politics
Day Ten: My Favorite Animal
Day Nine: Still Seems Like Spring
Day Eight: The Best Way To Listen
Day Seven: I Love Striped Socks
Day Six: Holey Pants
Day Five: Krista Is Weird
Day Four: After
Day Three: Before
Day Two: Peanut Butter & Jelly & Nutella Cookies
Day One: My Favorite Shoes
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macbezz
Writer, poet-warlord, film enthusiast, raconteur, socialist, political nut job, critic, student, potential carnival freak, talentless musician, survivor of the death throes of punk and escapee from the whackadoo file.
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