2017


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I found a fish that looks like Nixon. Holy crap, it’s December 31st. Reflecting on the past twelve months seems a little arbitrary, but I’ll give it a try. It’s difficult, reflecting in a way that’s authentic. Usually, authenticity is spirited away by such phrases as “it’s been a helluva year,” or “Listing tragedies. With Periods. Even though they don’t affect me. 2016. Dramatic use of periods. Bring it on, 2017, I’m courageous and beautiful.” That was 2016, when all the stars fell from the sky. 2017? Unfortunately, I’ll have to use periods here and there to describe this past […]

2017. A Fish That Looks Like Nixon. A Midwestern Polar ...