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About Budapest

Back in ‘07, watchin’ *Ratatouille*—loved that lil’ rat. “Change is nature,” he’d say—sex-dating’s changed plenty! Used to be bars, now it’s DMs. Slid into one myself once—total flop! Laughed my ass off later—me, Joe, sextin’? Disaster! But, folks, it’s fun—gets the heart pumpin’. Met a gal who said, “Only date drummers”—weird flex, but okay. Happy as a clam when she banged out a beat—on my table, not me, sadly.

Iconoclastic

Professor Lynn Butler-Kisber answers questions about qualitative research and arts-based research, and her experiences with both.

But then, outta nowhere, this other horse cuts us off. I’m like, “What the heck, man?!” I’m ready to throw hands, but I gotta focus. Bella’s got this. We’re neck and neck, and I can feel the crowd’s energy. It’s electric! I’m thinkin’ about all the late nights trainin’, all the sweat and tears. This is it!

Obituary: Sally Felt