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Compliments to the BoardMy name is Hana. It's spelled that way, so I'm told, because my mother during one of her down periods instituted a naming policy entailing "no superfluous letters". It's a hard policy to implement with girls' names. My brother's name is Jon.Compliments to the Board
My mother had a policy for everything. Her father was German, which might explain it; her mother died, so it's been pretty much incumbent on him to be the explanation of everything. When I was younger, one of her food policies was "no sticky condiments." I'm sure you'll be pretty hard up to think of condiments that aren't sticky. It limits it to about pepper and salt, or burning tounge and ev
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Power OutWe once played a game, you and I, when on stormy summer nights a howling gale would sever in two the heavy black snakes of power lines, big unruly things that slithered from pole to pole down that arboreal suburban street and, when downed, crackled with frenzied sparks of wayward electricity, of curtailed communication, of voices interrupted and dialogue derailed. Suddenly the house would go dark as a coffin; the radio's inane cackle would fizzle into perplexed silence; the television, my blazing idol, would in a fit of voracity swallow whole between its blank black maws the image that so transfixed me. The refrigerator with its surly hum wouPower Out
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The Ballad of Norman and NancyPeople expect that because we're both dull in conversation and obnoxiously good-looking that our marriage is free of turbulence and difficulty. Those who know us enough as to have penetrated the veneer of affability--the most resilient and decorous of defenses--and proceeded past the barriers of perfunctory charm have adopted the notion that our personalities, though radically, tragically different, are in fact fortuitously matched, in that two opposite extremes will somehow work in concourse to neutralize and dilute each other. They are asses, and mistaken. In fact, Nancy and I are a desperate case. I am crazy, certifiably so,&nbsThe Ballad of Norman and Nancy
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Follow the LeaderThe dream had receded, withdrawing into the other half of consciousness and leaving in its wake a darkness made stagnant with the memory of a prior moment's rapture. The spell had broken; sleep had ceased; the strange narrative and marvelous absurdities had vanished. There was only the murmur of muffled voices and subdued footsteps wafting upward through the maze of staircases and half-open doors, and the same darkness pressing behind his eyelids, a separate substance from inky stain that seeps into the fabric of a night sky and fills the corners and crevices where shadows lurk and fester. Impenetrable and unremitting, it was a bottomless blaFollow the Leader
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