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Entries from March 23rd, 2002

Legal Department, updated

March 23rd, 2002 · Comments Off on Legal Department, updated · Uncategorized

Sorry about this. I still hate lawyers and legalese as much as everyone else, but seeing how little things change over time, it just can’t be avoided. Global Legal Terms of Use The information contained and accessed on this site (the “Site”) is provided by the owner of the Site (“Mr. Nosuch”) for general guidance […]

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Piss Scat Away!

March 22nd, 2002 · Comments Off on Piss Scat Away! · Uncategorized

Bye bye New Jersey Transit and your train cars filled with nail clippings, papers and passengers who have seizures. Bye bye Piscataway Corporate Gulag and your prison food! Our group celebrated our liberation by getting some pizza and champagne. We toasted freedom. For six months we’ve worked in a windowless warehouse of a room in […]

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Over the hill

March 22nd, 2002 · Comments Off on Over the hill · Uncategorized

Ten years ago, I felt like the overall trend of things was improvement and progress. I was skeptical, but hopeful. Democracy and capitalism seemed to be slowly making the world a more stable place. Technology was offering great opportunities and bringing people together. Hardly a perfect place, but I was hopeful. Now, I look around, […]

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Morning optimism

March 21st, 2002 · Comments Off on Morning optimism · Uncategorized

Navigating my way in the narrow gap between the building and the massive pile of trash awaiting pickup, my eye falls on a book lying in the heap: The Book of Cancer. A book with such a title suggests a question when seen in a pile of rubbish. I’m hoping the answer is “successful treatment” […]

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Sleep

March 20th, 2002 · Comments Off on Sleep · Uncategorized

Perhaps a more typical couple would snuggle in bed while being gently amused by some late night television. She would lie nestled at his side, in the crook of his arm, with her head on his chest and slowly drift off to sleep. He would foolishly watch until the credits finally rolled, finally tapping the […]

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