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I watched a woman today as she worked the lunch rush. In the ten minutes I was there she probably helped 20 people, and that few only because my visa didn’t swipe properly and she had to key it in. “Can I help who’s next?” Over and over. I took a seat facing the registers, and she moved to the one on the end, which gave me a clear view of her as she spoke on the phone. The news wasn’t good. She just kept saying okay, but it was pretty clear that things were not. She wiped her nose in between okays, and choked back some tears before she hung up. Then, “Can I help who’s next?”

I lead an easy life.

Back inside my body I pick up the pieces
Count up my friends
And welcome another day.

God I miss Coleman.

If you’ve ever wondered how google can “give away” so many useful applications, read what the editor of wired has to say. As an example, when you use goog411 (the free phone-based information service) you’re “paying” for it by helping to train google’s voice recognition software.

If you’ve ever wondered how the newspapers and magazines think they’re going to survive, here’s what former editor of Time magazine has to say.

Finally, read why you should not feel bad about blocking ads on the web

I love Rod Blagovitch. Love him. You see, all I really want out of people is consistency. I am 100 percent confident that Rod Blagovitch could walk into a convenience store, and rob it. In doing so, he would look directly into one of the security cameras and confidently say, “I’m Rod Blagovitch, the governor of Illinois”. And as the two or three cops parked outside loaded him into a squad car, he would be heard to remark:

“This, my friends, is a witch hunt.”