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I imagine he had to pry himself from his listening chair to do so, but he did. Most likely, in fact, it was the music that inspired him to pick up the phone.
"Hello Stephen. It's Sam Tellig."
"Oh! Hi Sam. How are you?"
"I'm fine. Yourself?"
"I'm well. What's up?"
"Stephen, have you read my latest column?"
"Yeah."
"About the LFD…
Exploring the site is like venturing into a science museum's attic, it's chock full of fascinating tidbits—such as Tesla's death mask and documents from his FBI files.
Laura Miller is one of the few writers who actually appears to have read and understood His Dark Materials. Even better, she spoke with British clergy who also had read it and "got it," to the extent that they welcomed a work of ideas that led to discussions on the big issues of life, death, mortality, and humanity's place in the cosmos.
Moreover, as one British…
Read all the way to the end and you'll thrill to "the hand of doom."
Plant a tree, for fuck's sake. Lay down some sod. Something.
Something.
Once you arrive, you'll be rushed out onto an unusually clean platform. The word "clinical" might come to mind. You'll climb hundreds of steps before you reach…
Back in the day, I lived on a commune in the country, where we decided to start our careers in animal husbandry with a passel of chickens. Noticing that the kids seemed awfully fond of them, we grew concerned that we were going to run into resistance when it came time to harvest them. Testing the waters, we asked three-year-old Meredith if she liked the chickens.
"Yes," she lisped. "Fried!" You go, girl.