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June 04, 2007



Thank you for reminding me why I don't frequent Abilene even though it's only two blocks from my apt. Actually, thank you for reminding me why I never leave my apt. anymore.

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  • If Ayn Rand and Walter Benjamin got in a cage fight and then made up over foie gras, single malt scotch and indie pop, you'd have the delightful adventures of "That Was Probably Awkward." Plus or minus the single malt and foie gras, depending on the week's finances. But always the indie pop. Sad, stirring indie pop. And a decent happy hour.

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