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Today, we bring you the letter 'P':
Evidently, I am a promise, as are you.
...porkchops taste good...
he says.
Pam - will it ever come back as the name of choice?
Was it ever?
Peter Pan - I need to go see that neverland movie.
Pinot Noir - "Sideways" was goodish okay - it was sort of drunk feeling, but I was not - I am smart enough to understand your metaphor, even if left largely unsaid - your movie did not afford me that luxury.
Pixies - a show I could not see
Panda - what i poorly resembled on Saturday night, after seeing the Magnetic Fields whose frontman I, according to some, poorly resemble.
the last P, well that's not so simple

Tonight - Le Tigre.
All summer I felt like seeing them - something dancey, and queer, and visually stimulatiing. It is not summer, but today feels sort of like spring. I'll take it.

Last Monday I saw a 6' something a lot man do a spot on interpretation of Neko singing "All Tomorrow's Parties" at Indie Rock Karaoke night. What shall I do with all this useless beauty?

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