Once upon a time, a jukebox looked as good as it sounded.
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What It Is
And now we are 7.
A blog for the heck of it. A scratchpad. A sandbox. On the radar: people, food, arts, animals, bicycles, travel. And long silences.
What It Was
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2005
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May
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- What's So Funny 'Bout Reading, Writing, and Lordzim?
- Encore Encore
- Kultur Week in Review: Early Edition
- Prop Chips
- Breaking All the Rules
- A duck at my high school. The water feature and t...
- 'I did not lick that woman's hair!'
- Alive Again ... Crepuscularly
- Data Lost, Institutional Memory Regained
- Fascinatin' Polyrhythms, Inadequate Marketing
- One Night in Glendale (Cinnabar Serenade)
- When Yee Mee Loo closed, the Kwan Yin bar itself (...
- The first time I walked into Cinnabar, I recognize...
- The wall-hung Rock-ola jukebox at Cinnabar. Note ...
- Once upon a time, a jukebox looked as good as it s...
- Photo credit: G. *
- The end of the bar at Cinnabar, where Kwan Yin and...
- A Shelter Magazine for Jes' Plain Folk
- Inner City Reading Meltdown
- Faster Searching, More Music
- NostalgiaQuest 2005
- Bang! Pow!
- Rimasto Orfano e Cinema Antica
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May
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What Else
What About ...
- Lord Zim
- When you get paid to write, the writing you do for free is either precious or worthless or both.
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