Sam had been one of the founding members of Speakeasy, so while I had heard his name often over the years, we didn’t actually meet in person until Blasé died. At the memorial service, we[…]
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This is the suicide note. If you are reading it, I am already dead.
My Revolutionary Suicide Note – Melissa Harris-Perry
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Embraceable You
The first thing that you notice is the stillness. There’s a kind of easy commingling between the vast Amazonian jungle and the film’s hero, Karamakate; their integration is so complete, it’s difficult to determine where one ends and the other begins.
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Casket + Flower Moves
My visit with Mr. Tale in Detroit served as a potent reminder of the resiliency and inherent artistry of the human spirit. Oh, and we ate some tight food, too.
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Where True Joy is To Be Found
We were both quite sour — for reasons so different they nearly bordered on the same — so we decided to meet for a few days in Las Vegas. I joked that it would be a fiery explosion of our respective surlitudes, and that we would rise like phoenii from the bright and tawdry flames.
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