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Things worth a Look
This is in McSweeny’s Internet Tendency: “A Reminder to Submit Your First Week Attendance to the Registrar, in the Style of Cormac McCarthy’s All the Pretty Horses” by Ben Steere. This is from The New Yorker: “Why AI Isn’t Going To Make Art,” by Ted Chiang. Chiang is the author of extremely thoughtful speculative fiction,… Continue reading
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Chocolate, DDS
If you notice When I’m chewin’, Dental health isWhat I’m doin’. Every day I have a chew;That’s why my teeth all look brand new. My family tells me now and thenI’ve chewed what’s theirs, and don’t again. I only listen when I please;I’m watching out for cavities! -Chocolate Continue reading
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Be Choosy
Long ago, as a little pupthe humans I knew were jerks.Since then I’ve gotten better ones;our relationship? It works. If you’re a tailed readerwith bad humans, do not worry.There are better ones aroundand you can change your story. Other dogs have come to me.To them I have explained:Don’t settle for any old humans;Find the ones… Continue reading
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Thumbs
I lounge on my grass;I relax and I grinuntil Hayley (my sister)says “time to go in.” When Hayley calls humanssoon one of them comes,and opens the doorwith those useful things — thumbs! Those thumbs are a clever idea;can’t be beatfor scratching our earsand feeding us treats. At breakfast and dinnerHuman thumbs grant our wishesby helping… Continue reading
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September 8
Today is not the Day of the Workers in the Oil, Gas, Power, and Geological Industry — a national holiday in Turkmenistan. It’s celebrated on the second Saturday in September, so you’ve still got time to stock up for your party. Turkmenistan is a bit unique in having various “professional holidays” — there’s one for… Continue reading
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Oblivious
Humans simply talk to much.That is my contention.I think that’s why it’s hard for themto offer close attention. I try to give them infothat I’ve sniffed or that I’ve heardBut they’re just on to something elseWhile spouting stupid words. If we lived in the wilderness(there’s something called a “bear”),They’d have to learn to listen up.I’d… Continue reading
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Yum
I love breakfasts! I love lunchies!Pairing roasted chickenwith yummy toasted crunchies. There’s more that I could say, but now I gotta goTalking about deliciousnessHas given me the munchies. -Chocolate Continue reading
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September 7
In the 1950s and 60s in New York, if you wanted your fortune told, you might have made your way to Times Square and found Pandora. She worked there for years, telling people about their futures. But she might not have mentioned her own past. Her real name was Edith Hyde, and she was the… Continue reading
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Eat, paint, sleep
If you’re an artist, you might hold a “palette” in one hand while wielding your brush with the other. Your paintings could be described as representing a “palette” of colors. Then if you stop painting (and clean yourself up) you might go out to eat, hoping that something on the menu pleases your “palate.” Afterwards,… Continue reading
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Protection
My sister Hayley won’t abidesidewalk users — either side.From the window seat she likes,She shouts at scooters, walkers, bikes. I don’t care as much as her;But interlopers what gots fur(like squirrels and those rabbit blokes?)They get my goat; I chase those folks. We protect our placeso wellOur human friends can never tell How close they cometo… Continue reading
About Me
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.
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