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Month: April 2003

Irony Behind Iron Bars

Posted on April 30, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

So I’m driving in a residential neighborhood. In a window on a particular house, I notice a sign that reads, “United We Stand.” It’s a trite sentiment, but it’s true. I almost couldn’t read the sign as I drove by, though, since there were protective anti-theft bars mounted over the window. And who says there’s…

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Lost in a Desert, But Still Rocking Out

Posted on April 21, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

You know what’s great about that movie The Ten Commandments? When the Israelites are fleeing from the Egyptians through the split waters of the Red Sea, the Jews are depicted as a bunch of old guys with bent backs and old mothers with small children. But later on, when they’re all partying and praising the…

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Nitpicking

Posted on April 17, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

I’m no cartographer, nor am I a computer programmer, but I do know a thing or two about local geography when it comes to city streets. I just referred to Mapquest for driving instructions to my brother’s work, which seem straightforward enough. So long as I drive my hydrogen-powered, emission-free flying car, I should have…

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Redefining What it Means to Be an American

Posted on April 15, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

I’m an American. I’m also Chinese. But don’t think for a second that I’m a second-class citizen. And for that matter, nobody should feel that way about themselves, either. The other day, while in conversation with my mother, I learned that one of her Asian friends “married an American man.” In other words, some oriental…

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Making Fun of a Vegetarian

Posted on April 13, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

Kevin: come to the dark side Tara: only if there’s good food there Kevin: excellent food Kevin: filet of tomato Kevin: prime potato Kevin: carrot chops Tara: LoL Kevin: rack of celery Okay, so off the cuff, I’m not very good at naming vegetarian dishes. I should work on improvising.

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525,600 Minutes

Posted on April 6, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ
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To Those Who Have Found My Blog Through Yahoo and Google:

Posted on April 4, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

I’m sorry that I muddled up your search and diverted your attention from what you were originally looking for. I have no pictures of Rocky J. Squirrel, no gray comforters for sale, nor even pictures of Pamela Anderson or Dr. Aki Ross in a bikini. I only wish I could offer you a “‘go screw…

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Didja Hear?

Posted on April 2, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

The war with Iraq was resolved peacefully. Such an unexpected and unprecedented event has inspired all the world’s nations, and now world peace has been officially declared. Just kidding. April Fools!

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It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive, and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship. Maybe Al Green is directly responsible for more than I ever realized.~Nick HornbySource: High Fidelity
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