Monthly Archives: September 2014

Clive James is dying

I didn’t expect to fall in love with the old man who argued one had not experienced Freud until one had read Freud in German. In fact, reading Freud in German, Clive James wrote, was a fantastic way to learn German.

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You magnificent motherfucker

I got my first dog for my seventh birthday. My parents took me to the shelter and I scoured the whole place before choosing this gorgeous black mutt. He was wild and affectionate. I loved him. He started me on the path of wild and … Read more

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