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October 28, 2013

Today in microfashion…



Today in microfashion…

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Published on October 28, 2013 07:33

October 27, 2013

"I’m working on my PhD in English, with a focus on...



"I’m working on my PhD in English, with a focus on poetry."

“So how would you define a good poem?”

“It’s a good poem if I’m a different person when I’m finished reading it.”

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Published on October 27, 2013 18:08

"It’s not a good story."
“Oh, c’mon. What...



"It’s not a good story."

“Oh, c’mon. What happened?”

“I fell on a sidewalk.”

“Were you pushed? Were there people around?”

“…nope, just fell.”

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Published on October 27, 2013 17:13

"I’m in marketing."



"I’m in marketing."

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Published on October 27, 2013 16:22

"If I had it all to do over again, I wouldn’t change a...



"If I had it all to do over again, I wouldn’t change a thing."

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Published on October 27, 2013 11:57

Brandon,

I have been in the army now for just over five years...



Brandon,



I have been in the army now for just over five years and I am currently on my second deployment to Afghanistan. My copy of HONY finally made it to my tiny base in the mountains of Afghanistan. I don’t think anyone has ever been this happy while stationed over here. Your pictures are always the high light of my day. Sending you my thanks and love from across the world.



Ashli Bonner



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BARNES AND NOBLE: http://bit.ly/16SycBf

INDIEBOUND: http://bit.ly/191EZLF

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Published on October 27, 2013 11:06

I caught these two just as they were leaving the opera....



I caught these two just as they were leaving the opera. “What did you go see?” I asked the boy.

“A Midsummer’s Night Dream,” he answered.

“How was it?” I asked. I could sense his hesitation, so I started ribbing him a bit. “Tell the truth.” A few more seconds of silence. “The truth,” I repeated. He looked up nervously at his dad, then back at me, then back up at his dad.

“Don’t worry, you can tell the truth,” said his dad.

“Not too exciting,” he finally answered.

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Published on October 27, 2013 09:36

October 26, 2013

Robin smells a crime.



Robin smells a crime.

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Published on October 26, 2013 19:22

Due to some pesky laws and permit requirements, the 15 foot tall...



Due to some pesky laws and permit requirements, the 15 foot tall Christopher Walken HONYsaurus Rex was unable to be unveiled at the book signing. However, it currently stands in all it’s glory on the corner of 2nd Ave and Houston. It will be viewable for the rest of today, and all day tomorrow. Eat your heart out, Banksy.

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Published on October 26, 2013 15:32

"My father died rather suddenly. He had a rare condition called...



"My father died rather suddenly. He had a rare condition called pulmonary fibrosis, and he had a double lung transplant. He seemed to be recovering perfectly, and everyone was very optimistic, but then the day that he came home from the hospital, he died."

“Did he talk with you about the possibility of death?”

“That was probably the greatest tragedy. He never came to terms with it. You hear of some people achieving peace in their final days, but he was terrified of dying until the very end. He got increasingly anxious as he got sicker, and tried all sorts of alternative cures. He felt very cheated by life. He was always so careful about being healthy. He’d been a vegetarian his entire life. It all seemed very unfair.”

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Published on October 26, 2013 14:23

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