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Month: November 2008

An Abundance of Petty Grievances

Posted on November 27, 2008October 11, 2022 by KZ

Every November on Thanksgiving Day, misty-eyed Americans reflect on all of the reasons that they have to be thankful for being alive. Sometimes on days like today, I feel a little guilty giving thanks for everything that’s going right in my little corner of the world when there is so much human suffering to be…

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There’s a City Full of Walls You Can Post Complaints At

Posted on November 19, 2008October 11, 2022 by KZ

“One day, when I was quite young,” my friend Wendy once wrote, “I saw a graffittied stop sign saying, ‘stop thewar,’ and I spent two days trying to figure out what thew ar was.” Wendy’s recollection has always reminded me of a story of my own. One day at the age of thirteen, I was…

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See? The Flagpin on the Lapel Paid Off…

Posted on November 4, 2008October 11, 2022 by KZ

The surest way to attract derision on the internet is to express a strong opinion about politics. I’ve kept this blog fairly apolitical for a variety of reasons, but mainly because I just don’t feel like pissing off my friends and picking fights with strangers. To fully understand what I mean, I invite you to…

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All Knowles had to do to close the door and get us to the first floor was to press a button, but he wasn't going to do that yet. He wasn't going to do it, maybe, for years. "Man told me," He said, "that these here elevators was Mayan architecture. I never knew that till today. And I says to him, 'What's that make me—mayonnaise?' Yes, yes!"~Kurt VonnegutSource: Cat's Cradle
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