Sweetney: May 4, 2008 - May 10, 2008

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May 4, 2008 - May 10, 2008

May 9, 2008:

Because I'm still marinating in emo juice, making my own doomtastic gravy

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Please accept this COMPLETELY RAD video in lieu of more pointless whining on my part (you see how much I love you? I think of you and only you first!). It's an art piece, a comedy routine, a deft deconstruction of racism, class, sexism, and homophobia (among other things), and (last but not least) a high school valedictorian nominee speech, all delivered by a kid sporting what can only be...

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May 7, 2008:

The darling buds of May

Comments (21) | Categories: baltimore , daily , Daily Photo , domestic sphere

Around the house and garden this morning: Unrelatedly, today marks 6 months since I quit smoking. To celebrate, I shall stop and inhale the scent of flowers deeply today, my nasal passages untainted by nicotine residue for perhaps the first time in my entire adult life. Yowza.

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May 6, 2008:

Explanatory notes on my supreme nonfiction*

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I know, I know, I've been being kind of cryptic around these here parts of late. And not having comments open probably hasn't helped. I apologize, most sincerely I do. But you see, a couple of times a year -- like grim clockwork, and usually around the time of a change of seasons -- things in my brain take a sharp turn for the worse. The best possible description I've...

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May 5, 2008:

Thank you, Tom Waits

Categories: video

Though it may be a dark night of my soul, I'm blinded by his brillance: Thank god the good old man is back.

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May 4, 2008:

Non compos mentis commandments

Categories: Best Of Sweetney , daily

Do not think. Do. Thinking is self-indulgence you cannot afford. Doing will keep your mind elsewhere and away from the gathering dark. Paint your toenails pink. The lightest, shiniest pink you can find. Plant flowers. Dig your fingers into the earth. Feel the sun beat your neck raw. Let the day escape you. Keep your head down. Steady as she goes, captain, steady as she goes. Walk, and keep walking....

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Hi, I'm Tracey.

I'm a geeky Gen-X writer from Baltimore. I believe in early afternoon cocktails, the greatness of Jon Stewart, and that being a smartass is a virtue. More about me...