Category: My Shadow
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There outta be a law against me.
5/4/2008 7:16:16 AM I admit it I am a criminal! I am a thief. I stand as accused, Javier. This confession comes only after software designing companies have bludgeoned it out of me. I have recently purchased a Mac Book Pro. I normally steer as clear of brand name proclamation as I do of political…
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Why it’s old Wysiwyg…
Leave Dickens out of it. I never worked for a lump of coal or ate a rotten bit of potato for lunch but I did go to work at a dreadful tender young age. I believe my parents thought it would teach me a thing or two about responsibility. So each morning at the crank…
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Squa Tront
Squa Tront! Spa Fon! I know what you’re thinking! I am not a Martian. (Alien? Perhaps. Outré? mais oui!) surely a fan of EC Comics? but marginally. Tales from the Crypt, Haunt of Fear, Vault of Horror used to scare the stuffing out of me. Too dark! Disgustingly graphic! Sinful fun, nonetheless. The picture of…
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The nervouser I get…
It came on me here on the back porch, not so much in a flash of revelation but more like a shrug of shoulder resignation. No big sigh, just an uncomfortable slip into a slump. I have been struggling lately. The ride home this evening was like a slog through a bitter syrup. Indecisive drivers…
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Ontogeny Recapitulates Phylogeny
“When I heard the learn’d astronomer; The day smelled wet, gray, chilled. Late 1950’s early vernal promise out of the brown compost of layered leaves. My father circled the blacktop in front of Allegheny Observatory then parked in front of a set of concrete steps that lead the entry door. When the proofs, the figures,…
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I yoost go nuts pour le Printemps
With all respect to the artistic excellence and the depth of emotion shown by Jorgi Jorgenson: When did Holmes return from his deadly tumble over the Reichenbach Falls. The birthplace of meringue, if you can believe In the Springtime, my dear compatriot And Whan was it that Aprille with his shoures soote, bathed every veyne…
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Checkmate in…uh…the next 13 moves..I think
Aron Nimzowitch, chess theoretician, author and pretty good player, world champion, a Latvian who settled at the end of his life in Copenhagen Denmark, lost a chess game to one Friedrich Sämisch in Baden Baden in 1925. Yes, the same Sämisch who developed the variation that is considered to be the sharpest way of meeting…