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August 29, 2005 Letterman debuted in HDTV tonight. Are you excited? I am.
11:55 PM
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Strip Club Hostage Standoff. A fun headline in and of itself. Even better that it's taking place three blocks from my office.
02:44 PM
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August 23, 2005 Going commando demands button fly jeans. That's all I'm saying.
11:13 PM
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August 19, 2005 At least I'm not the only wimp who runs the heat in July and August. (The downstairs thermostat is set at 65 and the system is running as I type.) I'm weary of the constant chill. An escape over a bridge to warm is definitely in the cards this weekend.
07:17 PM
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August 10, 2005 Didn't think that a penis would scare me. Then again he's just a dick, isn't he? (Thanks Shari.)
09:18 PM
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August 08, 2005 Hmmm. Seems that Google is just a typical corporation after all. Begs the question of whether combining bits of information extracted from a search of public sites constitutes an invasion of privacy. At least it does until you read the offending article. What's really going on is nothing more than a cheap stunt for the latest bit of hand wringing from the EFF. As someone who has worked with data inside the biggest corporations around, I can tell you that the paranoid worries of privacy advocates have as much real world validity as all those second gunman on the grassy knoll theorists. The wrinkle that the alarmists don't talk about is that there is so much data in so many discrete pools that no one wants to bother pulling it together. In reality that cookie trail and history file that's physically on your PC is much more dangerous. If someone wanted to get something on you, it would be much easier, not to mention faster, to just break into your house and take your computer. But that doesn't make sexy copy that sells, now does it?
03:39 PM
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August 03, 2005 I'm traveling for business again these last few weeks. Tuesday night was Seattle. At first I was peeved because I couldn't get into my normal hotel. (How annoying that a major tech conference books up all the rooms at the same time my client schedules a briefing.) So I was forced to settle for the dump across the street. Have to admit that I'm reconsidering my priorities. While I still prefer the late 90s minimal modern style of the W over the Fairmont's reproduction antique and Ming vase luxe, the hipsters can't compete with the gracious, thoroughly professional service of the grand dame. It's nothing huge, just little things like the doorman who discretely checks the tags as he removes your bags from the trunk so he can call you by name. The maid who leaves a handwritten thank you note on the pillow after turndown. Or the room service waiter who delivers the breakfast tray at the precise time requested and leaves immediately instead of waiting awkwardly while your sleep-addled brain tries to figure out if you really need to add gratuity to a bill that already includes a service charge and a delivery fee. |