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Life in a Northern Virginia suburb of Washington, D.C. B.M.A.T.C., and Etruscan typewriter erasers. Blogged by David Gorsline.
Anno [MMV] Æfterra Geola
xiv d: Her ESAn woruldrumcræft Huyghens cwom to Saturnes monan Titane ond hit worhte rihte ond sendede gelicnesse eft to Eorðan. Ond ærra se woruldrumcræft Cassini freogede Huyghens, ond Cassini fleag seofon gearu of Eorðan.
Babelfish, anyone?
(Thanks to Making Light.) And check out the millenium-hopping poem "þys is efne to secgenne".
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8:31:14 PM
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Matthew, don't quit your day job.
Seen some characters, I'll tell you that. Ran into a couple of lovable drunks. He was about 50, she was about 19, at the local Applebee's. Not much of a story there besides sitting there and having a pretty good idea of what their relationship might be and how it started.
Nope, not much of a story in this lame celebrity blog.
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8:22:31 PM
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My foot's only bleeding a little bit. An ill-prepared experiment with the Radio object database clobbered the last few blog entries. Thank goodness for overnight backups!
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7:51:15 PM
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Michelle Mercer
catches up with Wayne Shorter,
one of the last survivors of the bebop era, in a brief audio profile.
Accessible from the page: streams of recordings from the 60's and 80's,
an excerpt from Mercer's book, and archived radio profiles and reviews.
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7:48:09 PM
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