Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Ross Island.

Glycon.

Ink in the stomach.

Postcolonial.

It’s a spy plane! It’s a rock band!

Actually, it’s the table where I’ll more likely than not be hanging out while in San Diego for the next few days: U2, in the Small Press corner of the ridiculous expanse of the San Diego Convention Center. It should be listed under “Baldwin and Lee” in the program. Do stop by if you happen to find yourself in the area.

  1. sara    Jul 21, 10:57 am    #
    so, y'all should be back by now...report, please?

  2. --k.    Jul 21, 11:42 pm    #
    Some people are impatient, aren't they?

    So? Was it incoherent enough for you?

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