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March 01, 2005


I had a dream about Satre last night and I've been trying to figure out why all morning. Now I know it's Alex's fault!

Ugh. Sartre.

(I'm not even going to try to spell Simone De Beauvoir before my second cup of coffee, but it'd be cool if she showed up in a dream. Always liked her.)

Up next: a remake of Man About The House starring Hitchens, Horowitz and Coulter.

Satre, Sartre, Satire...don't sweat it, they're easy to mix up.

Me? I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night...or maybe I dreamed I saw Phil Ochs last night...can't remember...

Well, as long as we don't dream about Nelson Algren, I think we're all safe.

Me, I dreamed I saw St. Augustine.

Also -- if anyone dreamed of Sartre, I hardly think I'm to blame. I was satirizing (or Sartrizing) that Upstanding American Playwright Edward Albee. At least, I thought I was... I might have to go re-read it.

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