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I got a rabbit's foot 'round my wrist
You know I'd have all the things these lucky charms could bring
If you'd give me just one sweet kiss, rowr, rowr, rowr
Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o' love will do.
I am
be gin
ning
to feel
okay with
the idea
that
I may poss i bly
be
an
audio
phile.
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It's a fascinating look inside a world that, as a relatively happy user of mass transportation, I know naught of. Warning: It's a long 'un—10 pages and a glossary. You might want to bookmark it for when you have the time.
Smart businesspeople will certainly capitalize. So, too, will smart consumers.
[Wait, we're going to have to pay more?]
Whatever happens, I do hope that people, in general, will grow to care more about sound quality, but not so much that they forget the really important things like:
The Mets pounding the Cardinals, 6-1 on opening day at Busch Stadium, and, consequently, spoiling the Cards' pre-game festivities, or even the grand opening of the new Whole Foods on Houston, offering more…
Here's your daily recommended dose of irony: Ehrenreich's meditation on depression comes from her new book, Dancing in the Streets: A History of Collective Joy.
Moore's an odd duck, but he sure can write up a storm. Here, he credits porn with everything from the creation of art (the Venus of Willendorf as pin-up) to the rise of mathematics, literature, and philosophy. Oh yes he did!
Obviously, if you are offended by Anglo-Saxon terms for coitus or vulgar names for your naughty bits, you shouldn't follow the external link.