If he were a worthy death match judge, he would’ve demanded satisfaction and challenged you to duel or a spelling contest right then and there. That coward.
If he were a worthy death match judge, he would’ve demanded satisfaction and challenged you to duel or a spelling contest right then and there. That coward.
So, I used to be a regular listener to a radio show called The Connection with Christopher Lydon. When At Home in the World came out, Joyce Maynard was on promoting the book.
But, yes. The Connection. They took some calls. A couple supportive. A couple not.
And then this call came in. A guy. Simple name, I think, like Joe. They argued respectfully. He thought she was wrong to be airing this private affair publicly, especially because the affair was with a notoriously private man. She thought the man had taken advantage of her youth.
I know I’m wrong about this. I know it’s silly. But I swear there was, in the way the two of them spoke, some sort of subtext. A familiarity.
Like maybe it was actually Salinger and she knew it was Salinger and he knew that she knew and there they were discussing this publicly, but also involved in a private conversation.
It wasn’t. I’m sure it wasn’t. At the time, though, it occurred to me that it could’ve been. But I like stories. Don’t trust me.
So, I used to be a regular listener to a radio show called The Connection with Christopher Lydon. When At Home in the World came out, Joyce Maynard was on promoting the book.
But, yes. The Connection. They took some calls. A couple supportive. A couple not.
And then this call came in. A guy. Simple name, I think, like Joe. They argued respectfully. He thought she was wrong to be airing this private affair publicly, especially because the affair was with a notoriously private man. She thought the man had taken advantage of her youth.
I know I’m wrong about this. I know it’s silly. But I swear there was, in the way the two of them spoke, some sort of subtext. A familiarity.
Like maybe it was actually Salinger and she knew it was Salinger and he knew that she knew and there they were discussing this publicly, but also involved in a private conversation.
It wasn’t. I’m sure it wasn’t. At the time, though, it occurred to me that it could’ve been. But I like stories. Don’t trust me.
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I hope you bit into it to make sure it was real gold.
I hope you bit into it to make sure it was real gold.
Congratulations!
Congratulations!
congrats, matthew! you probably should have thrown a drink on a guy anyway, though.
congrats, matthew! you probably should have thrown a drink on a guy anyway, though.
If he were a worthy death match judge, he would’ve demanded satisfaction and challenged you to duel or a spelling contest right then and there. That coward.
If he were a worthy death match judge, he would’ve demanded satisfaction and challenged you to duel or a spelling contest right then and there. That coward.
that was awesome, something really beautiful and honest about throwing beer at a hater
that was awesome, something really beautiful and honest about throwing beer at a hater
Oh, Howard Junker.
So, I used to be a regular listener to a radio show called The Connection with Christopher Lydon. When At Home in the World came out, Joyce Maynard was on promoting the book.
If you don’t know the At Home in the World backstory, a version of it is here. Maynard’s version here.
But, yes. The Connection. They took some calls. A couple supportive. A couple not.
And then this call came in. A guy. Simple name, I think, like Joe. They argued respectfully. He thought she was wrong to be airing this private affair publicly, especially because the affair was with a notoriously private man. She thought the man had taken advantage of her youth.
I know I’m wrong about this. I know it’s silly. But I swear there was, in the way the two of them spoke, some sort of subtext. A familiarity.
Like maybe it was actually Salinger and she knew it was Salinger and he knew that she knew and there they were discussing this publicly, but also involved in a private conversation.
It wasn’t. I’m sure it wasn’t. At the time, though, it occurred to me that it could’ve been. But I like stories. Don’t trust me.
Oh, Howard Junker.
So, I used to be a regular listener to a radio show called The Connection with Christopher Lydon. When At Home in the World came out, Joyce Maynard was on promoting the book.
If you don’t know the At Home in the World backstory, a version of it is here. Maynard’s version here.
But, yes. The Connection. They took some calls. A couple supportive. A couple not.
And then this call came in. A guy. Simple name, I think, like Joe. They argued respectfully. He thought she was wrong to be airing this private affair publicly, especially because the affair was with a notoriously private man. She thought the man had taken advantage of her youth.
I know I’m wrong about this. I know it’s silly. But I swear there was, in the way the two of them spoke, some sort of subtext. A familiarity.
Like maybe it was actually Salinger and she knew it was Salinger and he knew that she knew and there they were discussing this publicly, but also involved in a private conversation.
It wasn’t. I’m sure it wasn’t. At the time, though, it occurred to me that it could’ve been. But I like stories. Don’t trust me.
Hey Blake and Gene,
Now that I am bringing in prestigious literary awards for HTML Giant, I think I would like to talk about getting a raise.
Hey Blake and Gene,
Now that I am bringing in prestigious literary awards for HTML Giant, I think I would like to talk about getting a raise.
double his salary!
double his salary!
As predicted: http://seattle.readinglocal.com/archives/1106
Something smells fishy.
As predicted: http://seattle.readinglocal.com/archives/1106
Something smells fishy.
I smell a spot bonus.
all hail the simmons!! congrats, dude!!
all hail the simmons!! congrats, dude!!
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