Word: journalisting
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...during active sex!" After a few moments I opted for the "fast-acting" Nan Shi Xin Bao spray, a local anaesthetic to prolong coitus, and the high, focused promise of the Sinphar Supra Softgels. I started to explain to the attractive woman at the counter that I was a journalist writing a story, but I broke off in mid-sentence. She looked as if she had heard that before...
...beginning to think there's truth in the theory that bypass surgery damages the memory. Mine was once photographic. Now I have to work harder sometimes to fetch a name. The other day, for some reason, I wanted to retrieve the name of--you know, the gonzo journalist of fear-and-loathing fame...Rolling Stone...you know...But the once perfectly familiar words skittered off into the dark, and it was half a day before I caught sight of them as they dodged around another corner of the mind: Hunter Thompson...
...Evil Electricity Crackles Through The West Bank Town--The Sparks That Arise When Two Peoples Who Hate Each Other Rub Together. Time Sent Comic Journalist Joe Sacco There For Two Weeks. He Captured This Fresh, Provocative View
Alan Furst remembers exactly when he first looked on evil. In Russia, in 1983. A visiting journalist, he saw it reflected in the tired eyes of a middle-aged woman on a Moscow bus; in the frightened obedience of a man when a Soviet policeman shook his finger at the man; in a jab in the back when he offended a Yalta ferry purser. Says Furst, who talks with the same cinematic vigor that fills his six fine spy novels: "I thought, I'll pay him back when I get to the typewriter...
...surgery savages the memory (something to do with oxygen deprivation while on the heart-lung machine). My memory was once photographic. Now I have to work harder sometimes to fetch a name. The other day, for some reason, I wanted to retrieve the name of... you know, the "Gonzo journalist" of "Fear and Loathing" fame... Rolling Stone... you know... but the once perfectly familiar words skittered off into the dark, and it was half a day before I caught sight of them as they dodged around another corner of the mind: Hunter Thompson...