but owning a car in MA is good practice for the nasty corners of Purgatory.
I read both of these misrepresentations more than once:
Saw a bunch of M*ck*y imagery today and was yet again amazed at how repulsed I was:
Hey, the rain today wasn’t a ferocious as predicted …. got to see modern dance presentation at the Isabella Stewart Gardner and get one of my good ganders at a painting of a demon by someone who believed they were real.
(It’s “Saint Michael, Archangel.” The demon does not look like any clever monster-mashups from scary creatures. Really suggests something not from this universe.)
After this week, I think there is an obvious change. The batter should be allowed to run out and smack the pitcher as quickly in the head as he can, and then advance to first.
Anybody museum got any program schedules from Circus Maximus around?
As you can tell, very witty, yet made sharp, even corrosive points. One story I remember is that he mentioned learning Elvis Presley songs on acoustic guitar “so young people would trust us at parties.”
One of the most informative and enlightening classes I ever attended.
My ideal political and fusionist international performer. I snatched up everything I could find by him and he was a regular on the house soundtrack. I could not begin to improve on this guide to his albums, not least because I agree with nearly every point. Stinks to lose the fighters. Do a show with Joe Strummer in Paradise tonight, Rachid. He was seven years younger than me.