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Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.

Tarnished Iridium, or Strutting Peacock, or Elvis—Lost Fellow

It didn't actually turn into a riot two weeks ago at Iridium, but it looked like it might for a few minutes there. The first indication of trouble came early, though we didn't recognize it as such as the time....  read

Getting medieval on my ear

Just got back from the doctor's office, and through the miracle of medieval medical science I can hear again! I am, as Dr. Kong terms it, "a little waxy." "I am too," he said. "Some people have no wax at...  read

Observing Brooklynites observing John Turturro

I guess this is celebrity week here at Memos from the Moon. I can't seem to stop droning on about the subject, and I really can't seem to get away from droning on about the subject as it relates to...  read

Observing John Turturro

I ran into John Turturro again today. (Not today as you read this, but today as I write this, which is more than a month before this memo is scheduled to appear.) Well, okay, I didn't really run into him....  read

Breaking the ambulance in

This is the story of why I'm cautious when I cross the street—though still perhaps not as cautious as I should be. I got off easy, after all. I was—what?—eight or nine years old? The family was living in Bountiful,...  read

Occasionally, um, terrifically satisfying

It must be going on two years ago now that came home to my Brooklyn apartment to find a message waiting on the answering machine. Much to my delight, the message wasn't for me, and I found it entertaining in...  read
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