Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks
when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
(anything multiplied by zero is zero)
Paralyzed by a particular kind of purposelessness, possessor of nine new books of or by E.W., an unaffordable foray of an average of $17.11 (includes shipping and taxes) per educational tome in lieu of a thousand-dollar semester, 10 times more unaffordable, is picturing another path that does not pander exclusively to inertia but honors gravity, friction, and all the other forces democratically.