Life in a Northern Virginia suburb of Washington, D.C. B.M.A.T.C., and Etruscan typewriter erasers. Blogged by David Gorsline.
Saturday, 9 October 2004 
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Paul Primrose demonstrates, in an entr'acte, the difference between bullets and bears:
Once within three feet of the bear, [the guitarist] points the gun at it and fires off several shots. The bear chews the candy bar and looks generally disinterested. The guitarist seems to calm down, and lowers the gun but still faces the bear.
The bear looks down at his chest, and brushes at it as if he's just noticed a stain or something. Still chewing, he points at a bag of marshmallows on the ground. Bear: Oo! Are those marshmallows? posted: 7:25:08 PM |
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I sit on the downed tree and watch the black steers slip on the creek bottom. They are all bred beef: beef heart, beef hide, beef hocks.
They're a human product like rayon.
They're like a field of shoes.
They have cast-iron shanks and tongues like foam insoles.
You can't see through to their brains as you can with other animals; they have beef fat behind their eyes, beef stew.
—Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, chap. 1
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