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Serving Up SummerA winter's night so long ago...After a particularly excruciating Christmas Dinner shopping trip on Christmas Eve, when we had sadly misjudged the willingness of Jewel employees to soldier on at their posts in the face of It's a Wonderful Life marathons and an evening of assembling robots and Barbie Dream Houses, we ended up at our neighborhood 7-Eleven for a few last minute

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Below: The guest column by Get Lucky With Andrea contest winner, Alan Berks, in its entirety. Did you want me to edit this, Alan? 'Cause I didn't. And I happen to like cribbage. After this I am on vacation until August 13. Not that it has mattered a whole lot lately, but who knows...maybe I'll return freshly inspired. Maybe I'll even get crazy and post while pond-side, between bites of a

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Guest Column by Alan Berks Monday, July 28, 2003 Good evening. I am sitting in the lounge of a small East Coast college dormitory on a small East Coast hill above a small East Coast town that barely exists anymore since the factory moved to Mexico. Four men are playing cribbage behind me. Cribbage? What is Cribbage? And if it were really a game for men, would it be called cribbage? (No offense.

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Benthamometer: 9 Contintuing on the Smash Or Trash trail, which is maybe really boring, I don't know, but we have three vastly different genres and three monster talents in this episode. And we're getting to the end. Sort of. Bill Frisell: The Intercontinentals Courtesy Of: Robert H. Smash. Another lukewarm Smash. See, I liked this record and all, but the word that kept going through my

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Benthamometer: 11 Alan Berks, most excellent contest winner, is locked and loaded... He seems to be a little confused, however, so it will go up when I hear back from him.

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Benthamometer: 11 For the second time, because naughty Blogger ate my post. grrrrrrrrrrrr Ready for more Smash Or Trash? Let's get to it. Mark Knopfler: Golden Heart Courtesy Of: MG Smash. I wish sometimes I allowed for a category between Smash and Trash, because this is one of those times I could really use it. There is no doubt that Mark Knopfler is a tremendously talented man. But I

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Benthamometer: 13 Frippity fra, it's Friday. I got nothing in the pipe right now so here are some reviews of some movies I've seen over the past week: North By Northwest: I like a man who says "I want to make a movie where there's a chase scene across the face of Mount Rushmore" and then does it. And I suppose if you ignore the gaping plot holes, character behavior with no basis in reality

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Below: A twenty minute effort. Time to go.

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Benthamometer: 12 When they were hanging in the store, they caught my eye. Curtains. Red. Perfect. Not really red, more of a cranberry or really a burgundy. The package said Wine. In any case I thought I could maybe, you know, spice up the room a bit. So drab the way it had been. And red seemed so daring. So unlike me! Red! Yes! I thought about the other decorative items and

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You know what? I did get something accomplished but you're not gonna see it. Not yet. I decided once I was going that I want to work on it some more, but I don't want to work on it here at work. I have a beer in my hand and ten minutes left before I can go home and Doug & I can try our new tennis rackets, and I got something accomplished so it wasn't a completely wasted exercise. And the

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Benthamometer (newly recalibrated!): 9 My fiction is sporadic and mostly lame, I know, but it's not because I don't work at it. Well, sometimes it's because I don't work at it. But that's not the case today. I did work at it and I'm just trashing it. This one, trash. Complete and utter trash. It started off kind of funny but it went nowhere. NO-WHERE. It went in the trash, where it

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OMG so like nobody is entering my contest. That's fine, really it is. It's really you who's missing out, you know. YOU. Are you all just scared to be wrong? Afraid I'll snort derisively at your pitiful attempt to prove that you can actually win at something in this lifetime? Well I have news for YOU. I snort derisively at you anyway. All the time. Yes, YOU. I'll just keep the excellent

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Weather: Hot, humid, sunny Benthamometer: 10 We had very excellent thunder & lightning storms last night. Very excellent. I'm debating adding an indicator or two to the Benthamometer, because it's not really accurately reflecting the rage I'm surpressing at the moment. When I am very, very angry I talk to myself. Out loud, walking down the street, to my reflection, in the car, doing the

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Weather: Bee-You-Tee-Ful Benthamometer: 10 I had a whole new edition of Smash or Trash here, but then my computer froze and I lost it all. Crap. I really hate that. We've had some successful reactions to music that we've handed out. Mike Watt: Contemplating The Engine Room, for instance, was a huge hit. So much so that I've had three people separately mention that this album has been

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Weather: Weird and rainy Benthamometer: 11 Remember Smash Or Trash? No? Maybe you didn't live where you could hear WBRU. And they stopped doing that like ten years ago anyway. Didn't they? Or I stopped listening to it 10 years ago. I don't live there anymore so I couldn't tell you. Anyhoo, here are some of the latest additions to our CD collection, thanks to our Midsummer CD Exchange.

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Weather: Hot & Humid Benthamometer: 11 I know these entries have been pretty crappy the last couple of weeks. But, unless you're new here and haven't read the archives, then you'll know that I didn't expect to be doing this in July anyway. So you get what you get. Nah, I'll be better. I have three whole days to rejuvenate (hooray for federal holidays!). Plus I spent all that time working on

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Weather: Sunny Benthamometer: 8 The 8 is kind of a surprise considering how annoyed I am today. As a matter of fact, I feel mean. Very mean. I don't feel like being nice to anyone. Everyone is bothering me. Even the office manager who told me I look trim. This morning the receptionist told me I look cheerful and I told her that it was because I was busy bottling up my rage. She hasn't

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I'll be back when I finish my contest entry...

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Weather: Warm & Sunny Benthamometor: 9 Dear City Of Chicago Parking Division: Thanks for putting all of that super sticky glue on your residential parking stickers. If I had a 100-year permit that would have worked out really well. But since I don't, I will enjoy the new shape my hand contorted into while scraping the sticker off, since it seems that it has frozen that way. No love, Andrea

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Weather: Gorgeous! Mood: Benthamometer says 8! So that's not so bad! I know I've been skating by on lame entries this week, but thanks for reading anyway.

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Weather: Humid, getting sunnier Mood: Benthamometer says 4 I nearly sliced the end of my finger off last evening cutting up pita breads for pita chips. It makes typing hard. I wish that my kitchen scars had more exciting stories than they do, but most of the stories just involve me being a dumbass.

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Weather: Sunny and Hot Mood: Benthamometor says 2 Highest Copter score: 2099 2? Dang.

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Hooray! I have found a website where I may continue my quest to create the ultimate game of Chronology. Thousands of years, thousands of cards and you don't go home 'til they're all in line, baby!

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If you want to know why there is no post today, this is why.

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It's Monday, and even though my energy level is at a point where it permits only sporadic trips to the copy machine and minimal interest in addressing my "media plan", a few well-timed emails and some occasional frantic paper waving should get me to the end of the day. I'm only even writing this because I feel guilty about seeing all of your clicks and I envision your sadness and frustration

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FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF JEREMY BENTHAM'S HEAD UPON FINDING ITSELF ENCLOSED WITHIN A LUGGAGE LOCKER IN A RAILWAY STATION IN ABERDEEN Part 2: Duration (For Part 1, see June 9) Blink! Bliiiiiiiiiiink...ah, goddamn it! Oh, now that's just FANTASTIC. I haven't had an itch in my nose since 1930. At least I knew I was allergic to grass but this...it's the GODDAMNED LIGHT SHINING IN MY EYES.

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Tomorrow (probably): The Head is bored and just itchin' for... Well, let's just say it's itchin'.

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IN MEMORIUM Orlando "Bobby" Palladino, d. 6/13/03 I don't presume to be able to say anything insightful or meaningful about this or, frankly, about him. I knew him only through the circumstance of his relationship with my sister-in-law over the past several years. Bobby was already there by the time I met my husband's family, his role established but his status precarious. He was a vibrant

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Confidential to Ludic Kid: Um, I appreciate the link from yer site and all but the description you have attached to it is, well, dopey. I'm not really complaining, except that I am. I wouldn't click on a link that was described like that. Or maybe that's your intention, in which case go to hell. Thanks!

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Thanks to ludic kid I am now also addicted to seeing what people search for to find this site. What on earth makes people click here when the summary text clearly shows that this is not what they are looking for? I mean, I'm glad they do to some extent, since nobody else pays any attention. Random hits are kinda titillating. And I guess it's flattering that the summary texts are interesting

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Ooooh...I was hoping to have Part 2 of Jeremy Bentham's Head up today but it's not going to happen. But my general motivation for accomplishing things seems to be back on an upswing, so yay. Today I have done some actual work (the stuff I get paid for), ran 2 miles and worked more on some writing. Also paid some bills. Tomorrow my buddy Dave is in town. Hooray! Except that he's not really

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FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF JEREMY BENTHAM'S HEAD UPON FINDING ITSELF ENCLOSED WITHIN A LUGGAGE LOCKER IN A RAILWAY STATION IN ABERDEEN Part 1: Intensity If only a brain could hop. Curiosity was getting the better of the head of Jeremy Bentham. The light slanting down through the vent beamed relentlessly into his eyes, which were made of hand blown glass. The right one spit back a thousand

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Goodness, now Squawkbox seems to be down. How annoying.

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I thought that not being fired would motivate me to do some work, but it seems that's not the case. I honestly am trying to get focused. I'm taking care of a lot of little details that cause me to sit and worry and make them worse by inaction. I really am not sneering at the idea of working. Too many bills to pay, trouble in kittyland, worrying about too many things. It's a poor excuse, but

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Here's the lowdown on my performance review: Under "Attitude" they marked "Needs Improvement". My sense of humor was described as "caustic" and having such a sense of humor makes people "afraid" of me. A more "consistent demeanor" would be "more conducive to a team-oriented work environment". Or something like that. In other words, "We really wish you weren't such a bitch". But then they

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You know, I'm not really in the mood to write much of anything right now. I'm in the process of accepting that one of my cats can't stay in my home and it's making me really sad. If you live in Chicago and want to take care of a nice kitty let me know. sigh

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+29 Days Interest Level: I think I have more fun setting these things up than I do writing in them. I gave my former supervisor the complimentary golf tees I received in the mail from the tchotchky company we order stuff from sometimes, and in return he gave me the prize from his Cracker Jacks. We both agree he got the better end of the deal since the Cracker Jack prize, to me, is utterly

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+28 Days Interest Level: I'm bored enough to entertain myself doing just about anything right now. I do have things to do. I've just chosen not to do them. Maybe Wednesdays should be my food blog. I always look forward to the Wednesday newspaper food sections but I find them unfulfilling, which in turn I find sad. I think it's also something about reading the online versions, but I get the

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+27 Days Interest Level: Well, it's really just that I'm coming off of a three day weekend that involved a lot of beer, chicken, food and fruity pink drinks, but today I just feel like staring off into space. I went to the nursery with some coworkers and bought some herbs for our work herb garden. We joked about being the garden club (it's three pots of basil, etc. on the back patio) and it was

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+21 Days Interest Level: Mild Below: A mostly true account of my final visit with a certain chiropractor.

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-It's all physics. If you understood the physics of the color spectrum you would understand why we have to do it this way. Lie face down please. This shouldn't hurt at all. My hands are very controlled. I was an athlete once. I was a really great speed skater! I used to train with Eric Hayden, actually. We were neck in neck for the longest time. You know who Eric Hayden is, right? He's

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+19 Days Interest Level: Eh... I think it's only because I've been so busy though. Last week was fairly hellacious. I did have a funny idea yesterday. I (this is not the funny idea) think that security guard at the front desk at Hamburger U really loves it when people come in for meetings and pick up their badges and ask if they can have fries with that. I considered asking him myself and

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+15 Days Interest Level: None

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+12 Days Interest Level: Moderate The lack of posts hasn't been entirely my fault, and frankly I wouldn't expect much over the next couple of days if I were you. Tuesday and Wednesday will both be 14 hour days, most of which will be spent in Oak Brook at Hamburger University. Yes, Hamburger University. Right now I have to go and pick up my dry cleaning, which is so uninteresting and

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I've been following with some degree of interest the procreation debate in Salon. I was sort of surprised, I guess, that they were unable to find anyone at all (according to the editor) to write about regretting having kids. Not even anonymously? Wow. Especially since they also quoted that Ann Landers column where she asked her readers if they had it to do over again would they still have

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+8 days Interest Level: Moderate There is a guy whose blog consists of photos of what he ate for lunch every day since February 28. I admit! I'm losing steam here! I'll do what I can, but I make no promises. Part of the problem is that I actually have been moderately busy at work, and since I can't be bothered to do things on my own time I can claim that, in a sense, I just don't have time.

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Know what I did today? I cleaned my desk. I cleaned my desk because my boss said I was making him nervous, and usually I would have blown that off except that my review is coming up in 2 weeks. I actually haven't had a lot of time to post anything this week, so let's have a review of my weekend: Friday evening I ordered and picked up food from Hema's (saag paneer, lamb vindaloo, veggie and

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The directions on this bottle o' drugs I have instruct me not to lie down for at least a half an hour after I take one. "Ha ha!" I said. "Fools! What do they know!" Well, apparently what they know is that I am now sucking on ice cubes to ease the burning in my esophagus after taking one at 11 p.m. and going straight to bed. When you take drugs, you should really follow the directions.

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There was something else here but the website it was connected to seems to be down and it's fucking everything up. Sorry.

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OK, something messed up and it seems to have something to do with the enetation code. I'm just gonna go back to squawkbox, so any and all comments thus far have been lost. Bah.

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Today is Wednesday, one of my favorite newspaper reading days because of the food sections. I very rarely have found something that I've been dying to prepare from a newspaper recipe, but I love to read about food. There are, in fact, very few things I don't eat. Some candidates: Despite my love of/additiction to seafood, I don't think I would enjoy trying the baby glass eels from the article

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You know what makes me kinda mad? The archiving feature on this site. It keeps telling me my archives don't exist, when I know they do 'cause I wrote them. Anyway, I'm one day away from my predicted date of interest loss in keeping this blog. I've only missed one day that wasn't a weekend (don't ever expect a post on a weekend), and technically I did post because I revised something that

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This week, a man walking down Main Street in Bennington, Vermont wearing only a pair of boots was stopped by police. They couldn't arrest him, however, because there is no law against public nudity in Vermont. It seems like somebody would have thought this through. It seems like somebody, at some point in the history of the state, especially in the state of Vermont, would have tried to make a

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Do you ever have the feeling like you ran over somebody's dog or something, because everybody all of a sudden really doesn't seem to want to talk to you? People you were casual with yesterday all of a sudden give you very formal answers to questions like "How are you?" It's "I'm fine, thank you.", spoken with a tone of voice generally reserved for toner cartridge vendors, when yesterday they

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I'm so ding dang busy.

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A middle-aged man in grubby clothes rocks back on wooden chair legs on a porch. Ben approaches with a cardboard box. It has been raining, and it is going to rain. - Oh - - Heh heh heh - - Shut up - - Heh heh... - Ben drops the box on the porch and goes inside. - You're early. Dinner ain't ready... - - I know. I know, Ma. I KNOW! - - ...no way to speak to your mother... - - Jesus

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Oh dear. I'm going to take a shot at this in a little bit but I'm not guaranteeing anything today...

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edited 4.21.03 - He's still talking. - - What? - - He's still talking. That man. Still talking. - - So he is. - - Get Morse in here. - - MORSE! - - Yes, sir - - Why is that man still talking? - - Uh...I don't know sir. I guess it's not done yet. - - Don't get smart with me, Morse. You had a job to do. - - I'm not smart, sir. Being smart. I did my job. It's done. Any minute now

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Yikes. Someone just got fired here. I hate that.

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You know what would be a good gift for me? Well, I wouldn't complain if anybody gave me this.

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I had a post here, but my computer froze and now that post, well, es ist verschwunden. Hokay. My only point about the dead bouncer and the smoking ban, by the way, is that misplaced blame is transparent and lame. Even though a ban on indoor smoking would certainly help curb my own habit and would ultimately be better for my health, I still find myself resentful when that big black boot of

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A Scooby Doo mystery, all right!

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Annoying things about today: 1. Having to send $576 to the government 2. Being cut in line at Walgreens by two old ladies 3. Traffic on I-94 for no apparent reason 4. Turning around after choosing my yogurt at the grocery store and falling over a cart some idjut parked directly behind me 5. Having to spend the day mostly working Wah.

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Bouncer Dies, and Family Blames City's Smoking Ban SIGH Of course they do. It's not that I'm not sympathetic. While people rarely badmouth the dead (notable exceptions notwithstanding, but mainly those are celebrities of various ilks and/or really really big jerks), this guy sounded like a genuinely nice guy. But you know what? The Smoking Ban didn't kill him, a crazy guy with a knife did.

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Sometimes people you admire are flaky as all get out.

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I almost died twice this morning. The first time by way of your typical asshole SUV move, the second by way of a somewhat surreal situation in which a door flew off of a crushed car that was on the back of a wrecker truck and landed three feet in front of me on the road. My car and I made it here without acquiring any more scratches than either of us already has, but wow that car door thing was

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Wow, I hate being sick. And here it's going to be a bee-yoo-ti-ful weekend. WHERE WAS THIS WEATHER LAST WEEKEND??? I've reminded myself that if this illness had struck last Friday instead of this there's a good chance that any pleasure I derived from hanging around White Sox park waiting for opening day to get underway would have been negated. See, I was chilly and wet and miserable but

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Some children have trouble concentrating. Bean bag chairs can help. -The Washington Post, April 10, 2003 Wait, can I have a bean bag chair? Seriously? You know, I read that whole article hoping they would talk about why a buying a kid a bean bag chair would help him concentrate. I mean, I know what they mean. But really...I had a bean bag chair when I was a kid and I can tell you that

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I think I'm finally on track here.

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