Tim Barrus Blog
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window shopping
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Tim Barrus: New York Times
Is Maureen Dowd Irish.
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Tim Barrus: What Is a Slaughterhouse
The inside of a slaughterhouse. Humane. No one knows because no one wants to know. A nail in the head. These companies rammed through laws prohibiting any journalistic investigation, and absolutely no pictures. What are they afraid of. They’re afraid that if people saw what goes on in there –…
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Road Trip Swing
I can sit on this swing and I swing (usually with the dog), not too hard. I can sit on this swing and make any number of road trips. The steller moments come after you pee. The leaves are an orchestra of disclosing the miracles, we live like wretches in…
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Tim Barrus Cabin Xray
It’s cold up the mountain. This morning, Jump Off was covered in a white erie frost. I can’t spend winters up here because at night, it’s easily below zero. My avascular system (an extreme form of arthritis) kicks in, and I literally cannot move. You have to keep the fireplace…
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Tim Barrus: Running Mate
The word “mate” implies one or more than one, agreement. The whole standing together nonsense. On into the breach.
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Michigan Was Not a Life
I am autistic. I have wondered and wondered. I lived on the wrong side of the river. Rusted ugly town of rusted ugly people. There was no blue sky. The coal cars stunk like corpses and the sulphurized-yellow clouds that drifted through our homes and lives, and as it lifted…
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Incendiary Comments
Comments take on the vibrant story-telling power of Hieroglyphics. Hieroglyphics tell the stories of other Hieroglyphics. At the New York Times, we can only tell one kind of story. The drone tone. They all sound alike. Your minimum wage gatekeepers tell no stories. The slaves are mute.
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Hecuba
The Queen of Dirt Bike Town. Hecuba is an albino.
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How the Real West Was Really Won
There is no real Wild West. How did all of that work out for you. I thought so.