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So there is sadness in the end of Drunk Monkeys, but also real appreciation on my part, as there should be. (9/10)
So there is sadness in the end of Drunk Monkeys, but also real appreciation on my part, as there should be. (9/10)
It’s the rare journal that allows for this balance of serious and strange, of pop and art. Creating this kind of space is a credit to the people who ran DM all these years. (7/10)
It’s the rare journal that allows for this balance of serious and strange, of pop and art. Creating this kind of space is a credit to the people who ran DM all these years. (7/10)
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From there, he connected me with co-founder Matt, a guy I’ve come to like a great deal. I did an episode of his podcast and then, after seeing what DM put out, submitted an essay I cared deeply about. (3/10)
From there, he connected me with co-founder Matt, a guy I’ve come to like a great deal. I did an episode of his podcast and then, after seeing what DM put out, submitted an essay I cared deeply about. (3/10)
But this was not the case at DM. I was first introduced to the space by my former student, now friend, Sean. (2/10)
But this was not the case at DM. I was first introduced to the space by my former student, now friend, Sean. (2/10)
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This is hopefully what I will carry into whatever my next season holds.
This is hopefully what I will carry into whatever my next season holds.
It’s also a time of stress. Of loss. Of kinship with others in the same position. Of doubt. Of frailty. Of silence. Of feeling dispossessed.
It’s also a time of stress. Of loss. Of kinship with others in the same position. Of doubt. Of frailty. Of silence. Of feeling dispossessed.
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I am by no means romanticizing the circumstances they find themselves in. I may be older, but I remember the mad scramble to find
I am by no means romanticizing the circumstances they find themselves in. I may be older, but I remember the mad scramble to find
I’m proud of them; hurt with them; want to call some of the places that turned them down and tell them how badly they whiffed.
I’m proud of them; hurt with them; want to call some of the places that turned them down and tell them how badly they whiffed.