My cell phone is dead. Call it “death by assisted gravity¨. It hit the floor at a greater velocity than if it accidentally had an out of body experience. Call it frustration. Rage. Or kitchen tile target practice. Something. I remember life without cell phones. Actually, they are no longer cell phones; they are handheld mini computers […]
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- 1 I’m dreaming of a white Easter.
- 2 Everyone is weird
- 3 Spiegel im Spiegel
- 4 Welcome to Reality
- 5 Getting old in the new age
- 6 In Google we trust
- 7 Bursting into bloom
- 8 Unplugged
- 9 When I grow up
- 10 The vapour of love
- 11 Pigeons and other contradictions
- 12 In memory of secretaries
- 13 24/7 Christmas
- 14 And that’s that
- 15 Colour my world. Please.
- 16 BT phone home
- 17 The (Sort Of) Truth About Men
- 18 The new disorder
- 19 Jobbik cracks a yoke
- 20 Oh brother, big brother.
- 21 The colour of ugly
- 22 We, the little people.
- 23 Out of goose step with reality
- 24 From bad to worse and into the doghouse.
- 25 Go west, young Hun
- 26 Who, me?
- 27 How to write better propaganda
- 28 In the name of God
- 29 Party, party, party
- 30 The Orwellian-Hungarian Steppe winds (of change)
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