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Portrait of Federico García Lorca (June 5, 1989 – August 18, 1936)

Federico García Lorca, the famed Spanish poet and playwright from a small town outside of Granada, came to New York City in 1929 and briefly studied at Columbia University. During that time, it is rumored he focused more on writing than on his studies, and in the following year he completed Poeta en Nueva York, a book of poems published a decade later in 1940.

The book was published posthumously, since Lorca was assassinated sometime around the 18th of August, 1936, by militiamen supporting Francisco Franco’s fascist military coupe. Official reports from the time proffered by the Franco regime claim that Lorca was arrested and executed after confessing to the crimes of “homosexuality” and “socialism.”

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Friday the 13th

Today happens to be Friday the 13th, which according to Wikipedia occurs approximately every 212.35 days on the Gregorian calendar. Friday fell on the 13th day of the month twice in 2017 and will happen again twice this year.

While I am not a superstitious person, I was journaling last night after midnight–so technically on the 13th–and wrote the following entry titled:

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The rundown on Anchorage and Pulse

Want to know what’s catching this queer eye in news and politics? Here’s my take on some of the most hotly-debated issues crowding my Twitter feed over this past week.

Have anything to add or an opinion to share? Sound off in the comments!

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