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May 24th, 2003

"So I turned the radio on I turned the radio up
And this woman was singing my song
The lover's in love and the other's run away
The lover is crying cause the other won't stay
And some of us hover when we weep for the other who
was dying Since the day they were born well
Well this is not that
I think that I'm throwing but I'm thrown
And I thought I'd live forever but now I'm not so sure
You try to tell me that I'm clever but that won't take me anyhow or anywhere with you
And you said that I was naive
And I thought that I was strong"--Lisa Loeb

Self-esteem in a time of CholeraCollapse )

my untold African wealth

The three of us took less than ninety minutes to move the dozens of boxes into new storage. I feel that hard working feeling that a glancing association with manual labor provides. Bring on those John Ruskin books, I am at one with the land, if a rental U-Haul and self-storage units count. Back at my office, yet another person from Nigeria, Kenya or the Ivory Coast e mails me that I can earn 25 percent of 17.5 million dollars in money ineffably requiring only my confidential identity information to "spring" from its current locale.

I have missed this opportunity so many times to earn millions of dollars. Each person who sends me an e mail assures me they are well connected to deposed high officials, and that they are always so very sincere. They even invoke the blessing of God upon me. I am not very smart, because I spend my morning moving boxes instead of making millions.