Blogging under Fire
On GoogleTalk, these are the things we choose to talk about:
[Edited under threat of having Affiliate Status revoked.]
Apparently, Belgians have no sense of humor.
posted by Jess Curtis at 2.9.05
2.9.05
[Edited under threat of having Affiliate Status revoked.]
Apparently, Belgians have no sense of humor.
Some Folks I (Know)
- Esquire Within
- Julianna Goes to Boston
- Singing Me to Sleep
- Bryan At Large
- I Will Internet-Stalk for Good Words
- Starting from Home
- Neighborhood Tinker
- They Don't Come Any Smilier...
- Afrikaan Invasion
Some Things I Do, Some Places I Go
- International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda
- BC Law
- Sanctuary
- City Life Church
- Git 'Er Done
- Bored? Make Something Happen.
- Club Passim
- Morning Becomes Eclectic
- Checking on the Man
- Crazy Liberals!
- There Can Be Only One
Previous Posts
- How's this for a cop-out? (Is there a hyphen in "c...
- Mr. Darcy needs to update, too.
- Nseng' Imana: Or, (They Had To Drag Me) Out of Africa
- Last Will and Testament: There Are Games Afoot!
- Closer than I was.
- If I Were Leaving You
- Love, BikerFox
- All You Other Brothas Can De-ny
- May Cause Dizziness, Drowsiness, Nausea, Fever, Ve...
- Swallowed Up by Life
About Me
- Name: Jess Curtis
- Location: Brookline, MA, United States
I will meet you, raise you twenty, two sides grounded by a widespread Sea. Cross-Atlantic, snap your fingers, keeping time and steady aim; I can see you from my city, and I'll see you while the angles still remain. Only the base is changing; only that line is stretching. I can walk it. I can trace it. All winter long my song will stay the same.
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