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Mon, Jan 08, 2007

Dragon Naturally Speaking Preferred

goes public and to slide the toads did Geyer and Kimball in the way.
All newsy with a bar girl's animal brands out cricket.

Do where the Jabberwock my son is jaws despite the clause that couch.
Beware the Job Job her and shine the roominess addressed each

she took his affordable sword, in fact, long time to make some flow he sought.
Then rested he by a tom-tom tree and stood a lot to thought.

And as in the office thought he stood. The Jabberwock eyes of flame
came thing to the toes you would and purple can

1212 went through and through the role-played went snicker snack.
He left dead, and with its head. He went galumphing back.

And how spouse leaned the Jabberwock come to my arms my beamish boy.
Strategist Bay Curlew Calais he chortled in his July.

I was up early in the slide the toes did Geyer and Kimball in the way.
All means the with the Barbaro's and the Bomer adds out Cray

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Tue, Oct 10, 2006

Two-actor theory

This is my coinage for the next step up from solopsism. Where the solopsist sees only one person in the universe, the two-actor theorist sees two: himself, and everybody else. It expresses itself in logic like "I can be mean to you because someone was mean to me this morning.

I rather suspect that modern urban living nourishes this sort of thinking. Our emotiional reactions aren't built for so many random anonymous encounters, so we cram "other person" into one team, to be handled collectively.

I find this concept useful enough that I suspect someone else must have coined a less-ungainly phrase for it already.

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Mon, Jul 24, 2006



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Tue, Jun 20, 2006


I like biking no-hands--it reminds me of how mysterious the way a bicycle works is. With my hands on the handlebars, I can succumb to the illusion that steering a bike is as linear and rational as driving a car. Let go of them, and the steering is by magic. I need to go left, and there's a little twitch of my hips, a little shift of my balance, and the bike angles off to my left. I don't understand what just happened. It makes me feel powerful and humbled all at once.

I wonder if toddlers feel this way about walking. By the time they're big enough to express such emotions, though, they're too blase to notice.

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Short Shameful Confession: Cheese Edition

I am an unregenerate cheese middlebrow. For me, the king of cheeses is extra-sharp cheddar--there's no cheese (and few foods of any kind) that I really enjoy more. My fridge always has cheddar, and usually has some cream cheese, a TJ's chevre log, and a tub of grated romano. I can go months without having the urge to try anything more exotic than those.

This isn't to say that I don't enjoy exotic cheeses--I just don't enjoy them as much those staples.

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