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Weekly Tweet Digest – 2011-07-17

  • just got back from mont saint-michel, an abbey on an island in france. http://bit.ly/qEn2zc #
  • new music: oliver nelson. "the blues and the abstract truth." jazzy blues or bluesy jazz, i can't tell the difference. http://bit.ly/nq8QT6 #
  • @Cait_Elizabeth herr doktor whiskey will Solve Your Dental Problems. in reply to Cait_Elizabeth #
  • @tiffaniangus i've been doing that and only that since last august. revision of flames party? write only short fiction for a while party? in reply to tiffaniangus #
  • the dark knight also rises. #
  • "I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake." — Modest Mouse #rsvp #
  • my writing progress, /
    blocked refrigerator drain– /
    varied cause, same smell. #arghnovel #
  • head-desk head-desk head- /
    desk head-desk head-desk head-desk /
    head desk head-desk head. #arghnovel #
  • but deerhoof makes it (everything) better. super duper rescue heads http://bit.ly/oRkKP8 #
  • coûte que coûte. COÛTE QUE COÛTE. #arghnovel #
  • i want this band to exist: lord oliver nelson – jazz/blues overlaid with nautical battle analysis vocals. #
  • [admiral sir hyde parker on saxophone.] #
  • Inestimable Edward Gauvin reads aloud the first of four short stories by Marcel Béalu that he translated from French. http://bit.ly/p5Pqkc #
  • @rquat achieving same effect, but with daft punk's "homework" and "discovery." #oontz #oontz in reply to rquat #
  • this book is finally coming together. maybe 10k words left? though in 10k words i will still have 10k words left. #herp #derp #arghnovel #
  • today, so far, has included: miles davis, daft punk, moses hightower, charles mingus, & argarich's recordings of rachmaninoff & tchaikovsky. #
  • @rquat for your birthtime enjoyment. http://bit.ly/n2bWlK in reply to rquat #
  • FINISHED WRITING THE FIRST DRAFT OF THE NOVEL I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON SINCE LAST AUGUST #
  • first things first: back up story files. on multiple servers. #
  • the xenomorph bursts from a man's ribs—not from his feet, to be stamped out, nor from his head, as if it were a body snatcher… #
  • … but from his side, to be his equal, under the arm, to be protected, and next to the heart, because it's pretty warm in there. #
  • cours, camarade, la vieux monde est derrière toi. #

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