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The Mysterious Stain

I was born in Pennsylvania, and my biggest mistake was meeting Paul Ford.

I promised Paul I'd write for his site; I promised, and did not deliver, and yet I still have excellent intentions to send fine prose his way; I have not yet abolished those intentions.

There is always a need for a Change of Pace , a way to escape from the circumstances in which you find yourself, to better those circumstances. And yet I think there is some foolishness here, the desire to keep moving, because you promise yourself that there is a better world around the corner. And although I've turned about 5,000 corners, in 15 states, the world looks about the same; people everywhere lie to themselves. And the goal of being one of the Revolutionaries , of changing everything, defining the Moral Futures never leaves us; we - I and you, in all the places I've been - want a perfect world, a utopia, and yet there we are, horny as hell and maybe this one last time we'll lie on the bed with this person we met and pray and pray before we crawl under the blankets for that slow goosedown comfort of wet hands and mouths. And somehow this is wrong, and so we can't ever get the peace it promises. Faith of My Fathers , tuning in to the same Sky Frequency

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The Temporary End of Paul Ford
Get that bastard out of here, and put him on the bus.
Monday, February 26, 2001
2
Being Good
A chapel in the woods.
Wednesday, February 28, 2001
3
The Discussion of Music
Yaaaaan Haaaamah.
Thursday, March 1, 2001
4
Coming Back
Let the taxi-clogged air spread through my lungs, drawn by capillary action into my agnostic soul.
Friday, March 23, 2001


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About the author: I've been running this website from 1997. For a living I write stories and essays, program computers, edit things, and help people launch online publications. (LinkedIn). I wrote a novel. I was an editor at Harper's Magazine for five years; then I was a Contributing Editor; now I am a free agent. I was also on NPR's All Things Considered for a while. I still write for The Morning News, and some other places.

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