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Obsolete Skills
There was no internet when I was in college.
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Crossing Paths with a Con Woman
I hope that someday her chickens come home to roost.
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Sticking to the Facts
I don’t know how journalists do it.
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An Unfinished Internet Story
The story itself is sick and twisted, but the fact that no one bothered to follow up on it is even more revealing.
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My Response to Search Queries
One of the great features that I get to take advantage of because my blog is on WordPress is the “search engine terms” feature. It lets me know what questions or phrases people have used to find one of my blog posts. (Never fear, it doesn’t tell me who is searching for what or even…
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The Church of the Random Word Generator
Here’s why I take exception to the implication that any multi-language translation of an ancient text is the exact and perfect word of its author: Have you ever used Google Translate? Seriously, most old texts that are still studied today have been through so many idioms that the very idea that they bear even a passing…
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Micro-Fame
I’ve been getting a lot of attention of late. It feels funny. I’m not used to it. My default position is to be the quiet, thoughtful background person. The spotlight isn’t something I have ever sought. But in recent weeks, this blog is really starting to take off. And I’ve also been featured on a…
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Ego Boost
Go to Google and look up “Bridge Symbolism”. You’ll get over a million results, but the first one, the very first one, is a blog entry I did on that very subject. The first one. On Google. I feel like I’ve hit the big time. That also would explain why that particular blog entry is…
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Any Excuse for a Party
I had been driving all day on Interstate 90, on my journey to Yellowstone National Park, when I saw a faded billboard for a Testicle Festival in Clinton, Montana. The hell? I almost went off the road. Was I hallucinating? Nope. This was for real. What on earth? I can’t imagine there’s much to do…
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Layers
The other day I made the mistake of Googling the name of someone I intensely dislike. I wish I hadn’t. She has always been hostile toward me, and extremely territorial. To cope with her I kind of imagine her as an evil Martian with neither heart nor soul. That way her behavior somehow seems understandable…