This is almost a haiku, and I think it is a beautiful poem.
| I think I’ve really learned |
| a little bit about what |
| really matters to me. |
~ Preeti Mistry, eliminated from Top Chef Season 6, Episode 3
This is almost a haiku, and I think it is a beautiful poem.
| I think I’ve really learned |
| a little bit about what |
| really matters to me. |
~ Preeti Mistry, eliminated from Top Chef Season 6, Episode 3
I was just reading about Nigeria. Turns out the vice-president is named Goodluck Jonathan. I like that.
End of message.
I just read this story about a Holocaust survivor who lived next to a former SS Camp Guard at Leisure World in Arizona. That would make an unbelievable movie or book.
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Perhaps we are looking at the death of big corporate media. The democratization of information, the big promise of the information age is looking to undermine the power of mass consumption and the monopoly on communication. Should be fun.
I’ve been thinking about this phrase all day and I’m not sure why.
“There’s no accounting for taste.”
I keep picturing guys with suspenders, wire-rimmed spectacles and green visors rubbing their temples while resting their elbows on their desks.
I think I am becoming Dwight Shrute.
I just saw a podcast from National Geographic about the World’s Worst
Job.
It is Sewer Diver in Mexico City.
I almost threw up. Really.