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Wednesday, April 25, 2007 universal or remote. I just placed a friendly wager with my dear friend Paris based on the success of this show. If it makes it past one season, he has to buy me a chipwich and if it doesn't, I have to buy him a Klondike bar. I think the premise is interesting, and while I am not convinced that it will be successful, I'm at least a Klondike bar worth of hopeful. The other day, I suddenly had the divine insight of what is the human universal. Everything we do as humans involves moving things from one place or form to another. I can't think of anything that doesn't. Sunday, April 15, 2007 some light shed on heavy. I really resent the amount of junk mail I receive for several reasons. I think I might use this service. Many of our occupational hazzards are all too real. John Lurie's paintings have the best titles ever. Saturday, April 07, 2007 Signs of an apocalypse can always be found if you look hard enough. Another successful Google search? Google's running python? This past week there was a python loose in the building I work in. "Every morning when I wake up I ask myself whether I should write or blow up a dam." Commonalities between Hitler and salmon. He definitely makes a point, but it's a little heavy-handed for salmon... A solar storm is coming, circa 2010. The last one was 1958. In 1958 you couldn't tell that a solar storm was underway by looking at the bars on your cell phone; cell phones didn't exist. Even so, people knew something big was happening when Northern Lights were sighted three times in Mexico. A similar maximum now would be noticed by its effect on cell phones, GPS, weather satellites and many other modern technologies. Tuesday, April 03, 2007 devil or angel in the details. I did a double-take when I realized these are paintings. It's likely that none of us will ever have the opportunity to use this word in context, but it's nice to know it exists. China lacks access to much of the internet porn and political content that we take for granted. See for yourself. Ooh, more Jarvis Cocker. He sings a song on the new Air album. Too bad his recent album is largely not that good. It's funny when people we've known for a long time ask my sister or I questions like whether we have Passover obligations with our family, as our family has never ever celebrated a Jewish holiday (unless you count lighting a menorah that stands beside the Xmas tree and has never heard a prayer). It can actually be kind of alienating at times that religiously and culturally we're not really anything. American, I guess.
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