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The Eggshell Parade brings you an interview...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/24028794884/tumblr_m37nj8RKBG1rulmh7&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://eggshellparade.tumblr.com/post/22006658878/the-eggshell-parade-brings-you-an-interview-with" target="_blank"&gt;eggshellparade&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The Eggshell Parade brings you an interview with writer Mark Baumer.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;This is an interview I did when I used to not believe I was human. I tried to talk for a year straight.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/24028794884</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/24028794884</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2012 20:05:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Video</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Yn0VIyiWDcM?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/23862063848</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/23862063848</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2012 10:29:04 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I had a dream that two people were in bed with two other people who were holding their musical...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I had a dream that two people were in bed with two other people who were holding their musical instruments. One of the people got out of bed and began to pack his camping equipment. One of the other people decided to go to Europe. In Europe he found a dog and hung out with some people who sold miniature guitars. A guy with a red skull on his forearm tried to eat the dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/23726779149</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/23726779149</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2012 05:59:40 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
Did the social group of negroes formally known as young coloreds presently understood to be African...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4jpou0cut1qa4tt5.png" width="100%"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Did the social group of negroes formally known as young coloreds presently understood to be African Americans actually dance on moving vehicles in the late 1920s as white people were first establishing their roots in the new-old monies of the era prior to the drama that involved nearly everyone in America eating dirt and feeling lonely?*&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The problem with everything is that in general we are afraid to metaphorically destroy our original thoughts in relation to the nostalgia we felt when we were six years old and we first understood that our brains could think, but did not understand and will probably never fully understand that our first thoughts will always be our favorite thoughts even if these initial thoughts weren’t very good.**&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Sometimes the only way to make a lot of money is to scream until the insides of all your pants turn brown.***&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;*Translation: Why are their black people dancing in cars, didn’t they realize the great depression was coming?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;**Translation: Movie remakes will never truly be good unless they first kill all evidence in society of the original movie&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;***Translation: At this point I would only pay to see a movie starring Tobey Maguire if it was a documentary and the camera crew just followed him around Hollywood all day while he pooped himself. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/23690686663</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/23690686663</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2012 17:20:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Inside this book about sea monsters that I found on the street...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4gfgvx1tD1qa9qw4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inside this book about sea monsters that I found on the street there was a love note. In the love note “Sam” admitted that he has not been able to control his face for a couple of months.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/23587290361</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/23587290361</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 22:38:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>A buffalo made out of coal dust and wrapped in a clear sheet of plastic looked at me today and asked...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A buffalo made out of coal dust and wrapped in a clear sheet of plastic looked at me today and asked if I would have a weekend barbecue so I could feed my neighbors the coal dust hamburger meat that was standing on the other side of a field wrapped in its refrigerator dress, but instead I went to a chocolate river to look for a salmon and egg salad sandwich which I found next to a married couple who dressed like they lived inside a harvarti cheese factory.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/23205176521</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/23205176521</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 22:10:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I went for a jog today. When I got home a squirrel chased me across the street and tried to jump on...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I went for a jog today. When I got home a squirrel chased me across the street and tried to jump on my head. A guy laughed at me because he thought the squirrel was my pet. Two guys got out of a red bmw. The squirrel stopped chasing me and crawled into one of the guys&amp;#8217; palms. He took a picture of the squirrel with his iPhone and then looked up whether or not squirrels can get rabies. It turns out that squirrels rarely can get rabies. Some other people held the squirrel. It seemed lost. The squirrel ran up to a house and looked in the window. No one knew what to do. I picked up the squirrel. It was breathing hard. Someone said they lived on a farm with a veternarian. This person put the squirrel in a box and drove to a farm where the veternarian lived.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/23012522315</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/23012522315</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 21:32:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
I bought a bag of potato chips, ate the entire bag, felt sick, bought a cheap used frame for three...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3fb0dZrWW1qa4tt5.jpg" width="100%"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I bought a bag of potato chips, ate the entire bag, felt sick, bought a cheap used frame for three dollars, put the empty bag of potato chips in the frame, took a picture of the frame, put the picture on the internet, waited for someone to buy my empty bag of potato chips, wrapped the cheap used picture frame in toilet paper, wrote an address on the outside of the toilet paper, and mailed the empty bag bag of potato chips to someone who appreciated my talents and abilities. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/22294633744</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/22294633744</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 21:39:36 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
Television makes your brain swell which is why faces get fatter when you put them in the video box.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.amherstmedia.org/sites/default/files/pictures/screen_shot_2012-04-24_at_1.05.21_pm.png" width="100%"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amherstmedia.org/node/23006" target="_blank"&gt;Television&lt;/a&gt; makes your brain swell which is why faces get fatter when you put them in the video box.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/21870040529</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/21870040529</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 17:44:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>About a month ago, I did a performance in Boston for Sleeping...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://blip.tv/play/AYL0qnIC.html?p=1" width="400" height="224" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;About a month ago, I did a performance in Boston for &lt;a href="http://sleepingweazel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sleeping Weazel&lt;/a&gt;. The name of this performance was “Human Milkshake.” Last week, I did a revised performance of “Human Milkshake” at &lt;a href="http://www.amherstmedia.org" target="_blank"&gt;Amherst Media&lt;/a&gt; called “Becoming Large&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/21546664494</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/21546664494</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 23:25:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
My father drank four-hundred hours of a soda called “Moxie,” and when he finished he wrote the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2rbdjTnh31qa4tt5.png" width="100%"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My father drank four-hundred hours of a soda called “Moxie,” and when he finished he wrote the &lt;a href="https://secure.downeast.com/books/maine/moxie-coming-april-2012.html" target="_blank"&gt;first book&lt;/a&gt; that can literally be drank with the piece of the human body that eats things that might be liquid. Everyone who has drank my father’s book has gone on to do things with their life that they wouldn’t have done otherwise. One person who drank my father’s book went to graduate school. His name was “mark.” He got his master’s degree in making two-dimensional crayon movements. “Mark” is pretty good at using a yellow crayon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/21417092239</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/21417092239</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 22:39:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
If my father was a cat he probably would have wrote every book in the existence of humanity, but my...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2mec2DP3v1qa4tt5.jpg" width="100%"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If my father was a cat he probably would have wrote every book in the existence of humanity, but my father is not a cat. He is a human being. He has written three books. Sometimes when no one is looking my father will meow at his computer screen while he is typing a &lt;a href="https://secure.downeast.com/books/maine/moxie-coming-april-2012.html" target="_blank"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/21263236342</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/21263236342</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 06:57:07 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>
My father wrote a book about a kind of soda that doesn’t exist called Moxie. When I was a child my...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2kh8siyhX1qa4tt5.jpg" width="100%"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My father &lt;a href="https://secure.downeast.com/books/maine/moxie-coming-april-2012.html" target="_blank"&gt;wrote a book&lt;/a&gt; about a kind of soda that doesn’t exist called Moxie. When I was a child my father used to make me and my siblings drink this soda even though our brains were too young to drink a kind of soda that didn’t exist.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The first time I drank Moxie, it felt like someone had dumped a glass of dirt in my mouth. I waited until my mouth sweat diluted the taste of the Moxie before I swallowed it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;People who are children of other people will enjoy this book because it is a pretty object and human beings like to hold pretty objects.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;On my seventh birthday, my father told me he was writing a book about Moxie. I didn’t believe him. I thought he was joking. His self-confidence was not affected even though no one believed he could write a book about a kind of soda that does not exist.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;For those who don’t know, Moxie is a flavor of soda that was invented to cure mouth fungus in the 1800’s. At least thirty billion people have died from drinking Moxie.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;While my father was writing the book about a soda that does not exist, our family did not eat anything except the soda that does not exist. My father is probably one-hundred-and-forty years old. It took him most of his life to write this book. For over one-hundred years, our family has only been fed this non-existent soda.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/21204820173</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/21204820173</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 06:04:31 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Presidents all over the free world are throwing out first pitches. Only forty-eight more games until...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Presidents all over the free world are throwing out first pitches. Only forty-eight more games until the alien that lives inside Manny Ramierez&amp;#8217;s brain is allowed to runaround. Over the next six months the concentration of men&amp;#8217;s sweat in the atmosphere will increase. Baseball still exists. I have a story in &lt;a href="http://www.hobartpulp.com/website/april/baumer.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hobart&amp;#8217;s annual baseball issue&lt;/a&gt;. It&amp;#8217;s about Craig Griffey, Ken Griffey Jr.&amp;#8217;s brother.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/20531507834</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/20531507834</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 12:25:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I published a story with an east korean newspaper called &amp;#8220;metazen.&amp;#8221; The story is...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I published a story with an east korean newspaper called &amp;#8220;&lt;a href="http://www.metazen.ca/?p=10145http://www.metazen.ca/?p=10145" target="_blank"&gt;metazen&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;#8221; The story is non-fiction and very informational. It will help you survive yourself for the rest of your life.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/20503138222</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/20503138222</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2012 22:00:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I found an inner-tube next to a grocery store yesterday. I paid a woman who was shopping with her...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I found an inner-tube next to a grocery store yesterday. I paid a woman who was shopping with her children to drag me around the grocery store in the inner-tube. There was a sale on rice beans.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/19829977403</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/19829977403</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2012 08:11:49 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I thought the bus left at seven, but it left at four. I was late for my hockey game. Before I could...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I thought the bus left at seven, but it left at four. I was late for my hockey game. Before I could leave I had to get a permission slip signed by my mom. She said she didn’t like the idea of me playing hockey. I got angry so I went to the bank. My automobile didn’t work so I had to run home from the bank. There was a nice path next to the river. The hockey game had already started when I got there. We were losing. Our goalie was a drug addict and had checked himself into rehab. Our coach tried to play goalie but someone punched him and now the crowd was booing. There was nothing I could do so I sold all my equipment to a yarn salesman.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/19779969501</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/19779969501</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 08:25:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I am wearing a XXL light green horse tshirt that I bought for...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1ao25XnOS1qa9qw4o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am wearing a XXL light green horse tshirt that I bought for $4. My life is fundamentally out of control.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/19734782621</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/19734782621</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 12:20:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I almost sold my blog to an asian teenager named “Roberta.” She said she would have only posted...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I almost sold my blog to an asian teenager named “Roberta.” She said she would have only posted close up pictures of a toy duck. Last night, I watched old episodes of Oprah. A few hours passed before I realized the episodes were bootleg and the woman playing Oprah was a white woman named “Chandra.” In middle school I found a computer in the woods. I sent my first email from this computer. My email address was “wallbloodcup@hotmail.com.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thebaumer.com/post/19729128047</link><guid>http://thebaumer.com/post/19729128047</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 08:16:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>A former student wrote an article about Nicolas Cage. He asked...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z1JyukEGjb0?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;A former student wrote an article about &lt;a href="http://students.brown.edu/College_Hill_Independent/?p=6669" target="_blank"&gt;Nicolas Cage&lt;/a&gt;. He asked me for a quote because I am a Nicolas Cage &lt;a href="http://www.nicolascage3d.com" target="_blank"&gt;scholar&lt;/a&gt;. I was slow to respond. The article ran before I provided a quote. This is my unpublished quote for an article on Nicolas Cage:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have followed Nicolas Cage’s career for a long time. I think the first movie of his that I saw was National Treasure. Every time Nicolas Cage screams one of his hair follicles dies. His acting techniques require him to scream all his lines. Each time he opens his mouth he loses more and more hair. His decision to purchase luxury products is an attempt to grow luxury products out of his head to replace the lost hair pebbles. Nicolas Cage believes that if you own nine rolls royces then you can grow nine rolls royces out of your head. One day, every hair on Nicolas Cage’s brain will be its own individual yacht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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