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I thought I had a knowledge of cancer before this book, but now I understand it more, in all of its feverish complexity and horrifying beauty. This book is elegant, extraordinarily insightful, and important.
“Chet brightened up and hastened back inside the shop. There he purchased, progressively, a handful of chocolate bars, a bottle of lemon soda, half a pound of fig crackers, three oranges, two ice cream cones and a small bottle of pickles. He ate all of these in the course of an hour.”
A late-night recording by Jet Kaiser of the title track from my 2009 album. Recorded in an alley in Terre Haute, Indiana.
A Folked Up! (In Terre Haute) recording by Jet Kaiser Films. Filmed in the Sisters of Providence Convent Cemetery, Saint Mary-of-the-Woods, Indiana.
When my Grandma turned 80, we made an all-of-the-cousins DVD extravaganza. I was assigned 1950. This song, an Eileen Barton hit from that year, seemed appropriate.
I stumbled upon this yearbook at work. It’s Les Bois (The Woods) from Saint Mary-of-the-Woods College, 1958.
I have a picture in a book. It’s for the Learning to Love You More project, an experiment of Harrell Fletcher and Miranda July.
What is it that makes people want to voluntarily share bits of their privacy with the world? What is that impels someone to toss into a swirl of bits and bytes all of the pain they hold, the random musings, the very love they make?
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