of pretzels. The Boston Globe didn't know what they were starting fifteen years ago when they published that street vendor First Night hot pretzel recipe. I think it could seriously contribute to peace in the Middle East. We just need to sit down the heads of states and let them gorge on soft and salty goodness.
The valentines were made, though for the most part not by me, who expended my creative energies on the aforementioned pretzels. The kids didn't get into the Hustlers, which was good. The girly magazines did provide for some funny Valentiney jokes. Thank you Kinsey.
About Me
- Megan Savage
- Portland, Oregon, United States
- Although this blog does not represent the bulk of the writing I do, I see it as a place for me to track and sometimes theorize the nodes of kinetic, aesthetic, political, cerebral or affective energy that come into contact with my "self" in the various collisions and exchanges that constitute the course of my everyday life. That is to say, this ain't always good writing, but it's not supposed to be. It's process, baby.
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