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      <title>Why I don’t miss bluefin sushi</title>
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      <description>&lt;blockquote&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;[P]rior to about the 1920s, no self-respecting Japanese person would eat any kind of tuna at all if they could possibly avoid it. Tuna was so despised in Japan that all tuna species qualified for an official term of disparagement: &lt;em&gt;gezakana&lt;/em&gt;, or “inferior fish.” In the old days in Japan, if you had no choice but to eat tuna you’d do everything you could to get rid of the bloody metallic taste of the fresh red meat. One trick was to bury the tuna in the ground for four days so that the muscle would actually ferment, which led to tuna being called by the nickname &lt;em&gt;shibi&lt;/em&gt;—literally, “four days.”&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Barthelme Syllabus</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Kevin Moffett in &lt;em&gt;The Believer&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;blockquote&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Then, in my last year of college in Gainesville, Florida, I was given secondhand a list of eighty-one books, the recommendations of Donald Barthelme to his students. Barthelme’s only guidance, passed on by Padgett Powell, one of Barthelme’s former students at the University of Houston and my teacher at the time, was to attack the books “in no particular order, just read them,” which is exactly what I, in my confident illiteracy, resolved to do.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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