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I can't decide if this is what I want for KwanzMasAka or not. (Watch this space for more suggestions.)
Is the "new" mammal from Borneo really the rediscovery of the (previously thought) extinct Hose's Palm Civet? The always fascinating Cryptomundo weighs in.
Not that any more is necessary. I hadn't heard any of Sasha Frere Jones' "Best of 2005" list until it reached the forty-somethings. Kids today, sheesh.
The best journalism keeps things in perspective. This is a story you won't see reported in the national papers—it could have only been written by someone who lives in the place where it happened.
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Musicians On Call sponsors private musical performances in hospitals and treatment rooms for patients too ill to leave their rooms. What a great charity. Support it with donations—or your "gently used" CDs.
"Two studs going out on the prowl. Watch out ladies, here they come," Elizabeth teased.
"Yeah," I said. "Ha-ha."
"Yeah," I said. "Ha-ha."
Just like that: "Ha-ha."
Robert and I went out last night for dinner followed by some live music. Acme is an okay place to eat. The Cajun-style food is good and filling, and the atmosphere is fun and bright. Exposed-brick walls are lined with hundreds of bottles of hot sauce — greens and yellows and reds — and the wooden tables are colorfully painted and happily chipping away. I had the sloppy meatloaf Po-Boy with white gravy and enormous sweet potato…