Day: December 31, 2006

I know, I know. I should be working. But one has to prioritize: make a living, or write about pigs. The choice is clear. A hundred years ago, before people could avoid reality by playing on the Internet, a favorite pastime was putting together a pig book. I don’t think I’m making this up, the way my friend made up that there used to be sugar in toothpaste. You’d sit in your dark Victorian parlor […]

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