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Reclaiming my past

I just found a letter I’d forgotten I wrote. It’s dated September 26, 1996. I never sent it. Here’s part. * * * I’ve been dividing my time between writing, seeing a shrink (my head’s the size of a grapefruit now), and working on my great-aunt’s house next door. It’s a very Wictoresque venture so…

 

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Suicide, euthanasia, or plowing ahead?

In Belgium you can ask to be euthanized if you’re mentally ill and want to escape it. A forty-four-year-old woman named Ann G. suffered from anorexia nervosa. Psychiatrist Dr. Walter Vandereycken—an internationally renowned expert on anorexia and a sexologist—treated her. He also had sex with her. After Vandereycken was not punished, another psychiatrist euthanized Ann…

 

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My friends are…

…pretty amazing in terms of what I don’t know about them. Joe Cady hadn’t found it necessary to tell me the story below until we had a conversation about cigars. When I was in high school, my friend Bobby-Bob-Bobby and I stole a couple of his father’s cigars. The day my family met Bobby-Bob-Bobby in…

 

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Finally saw “Blurred Lines”

I mean the NSFW, uncensored, unrated version of the video. The song didn’t really interest me because it’s another in a long line that sound more like sketches than finished products. It’s an idea for a song more than an actual song. Also, it’s a copy of Marvin Gaye’s “Got to Give it Up,” so…

 

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At least I’m not confused

I have tons and tons and tons of problems. If I sat down with you to tell you what’s wrong with me, we’d be there for days. And you’d end up like that poor cat in the videos, the one with its jaw hanging open. You’d marvel that I didn’t just put an end to…

 

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The chimp in my spoon Meniere’s Diet

I finally caught the bastard. He appears only at night, and only when the spoon is in a bowl that’s filled with water and set in precisely the right spot in the sink. I noticed him a few weeks ago. After I eat cereal, I fill the bowl with water and put it in the…

 

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Gimmie Wayda!

For at least forty-five minutes now, an obese woman across the street has been shouting, “GIMMIE WAYDA!” I went out my back door and crept around behind my car so I could see. There are actually three obese women standing there on the sidewalk. I don’t recognize any of them. They’re all in their forties…

 

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The rabbit trance

That’s Tim’s elegant phrase for the state of passivity we entered when confronted with a situation we knew was wrong. Tim’s “rabbit trance” refers to the helpless fear of a rabbit. The other rabbit trance—tonic immobility—is a phenomenon well known to pet owners. You put the rabbit on its back, and it freezes. It’s an…

 

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A Russian’s view

My friend Colonel Supotnitskiy sends me his take on the US and our place in the world at this particular moment in history: My book is a response to two American books: F. R. Sidell (editor), E. T. Takafuji (editor), D. R. Franz (editor). Medical Aspects of Chemical and Biological Warfare. Washington, 1997. G. Zubay,…

 

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On corruption

Those of you who’ve read Ghosts and Ballyhoo know that my brother Paul and I narrowly avoided being killed by an Irish Republican Army nail bomb in Regent’s Park on July 20, 1982. As a result of that experience, I’ve read everything I can about terrorism. It turns out that the terrorists who attacked the…

 

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