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SHORT FILMS:
the rookie
the homunculus
Burton Goldberg
Dept of Dramatic
Plugging
presents:
EARLY POE
by Dan Trujillo
directed by
Charles Metten
disease, insanity,
blood, poetry:
Poe's turned
thirteen.
Aug 16, 17, 30
2007
part of the
New American
Playwrights Project
@ the Utah
Shakespearean
Festival
Cedar City, UT
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OREGON
LITERARY
REVIEW
featuring
THE DOG
by Dan Trujillo
collection of
literature,
hypertext,
art, music,
and hypermedia
to read
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Can’t Do It
Today’s a somber day of reflection for many, but it’s also my eight-year wedding anniversary. So forgive me if I don’t join in on the sobriety, and instead say that my wife is rad.
And I’d also like to apologize to her for breaking both our cellphones in the course of 48 hours. I plead the hero-dad defense on the first (I chased after a floaty my daughter threw in a lake and forgot my phone was in my pocket), but I make no excuse for the second (I strapped hers to my belt-loop, despite her misgivings, and then dropped it in the middle of the street). But is there any greater gift a man can give his wife than a reminder of his own incompetence?Labels: true confessions
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