A thing called "Octothorpe"

by angeliska on August 18, 2004

Recently, a very nice thing was bestowed upon me, by the ever-entertaining  . It concerns one of my favorite new words, “OCTOTHORPE”, which was brought to my attention by that inimitable rake, Mister . To read more about the Octothorpe, please (…)

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Gustav + Mama – August 8th

by angeliska on August 9, 2004

A storm is brewing- and thankfully, for the air has been pressing down like an anvil all day- gray and heavy, an oppressive heat and smells of pork fat and burnt molasses. You walk around feeling like you’ve donned a (…)

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