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Saturday, June 16, 2007
I wake up with a strange song, or snippet from a song, in my head every morning. My memory plucks it from further back than just the day before; it plumbs the depths of my experience to bring me the most randomized, incongruent little Reveille it can reach.

Today it was He's Large, a ditty penned by Harry Nilsson for Robert Altman's underappreciated surrealist gem, Popeye.

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