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I'll be heading to Manhattan (with a brief side trip to Philly Monday) and back to San Francisco Wednesday. I'm thinking of hitting WD-50 one night, and that leaves another night for some other food. If you're interested in either, or want to head for a drink, drop me a line.

I've jumped from AT&T/Cingular/AT&T to Verizon for my phone service, primarily to wriggle out of my insane $170/mo phone bill. As such, I have a used Treo 650 to unload. It's unlocked, can be used with any GSM carrier, all you need to do is slip your SIM card in.

One thing about this phone, it's good for taking pictures while no one is looking, and they have no idea that's what you're doing. Good for catching people doing dumb, embarrassing stuff.

At the very least, the phone itself is worth about $150, just as a trade in on a Treo 700p, if you were so inclined. If you're in SF, there's no shipping involved swing by SOMA or downtown, stuff a wad of cash in my hand, and it's yours.

ct is taking a month off from information overflow, and I can't blame him.

What I can do is take advantage of the opportunity.

Chris, Moleskines are still gay.

With love,

reeses

...a curious syndrome involving pathological anxiety about semen loss, known as dhat, involves feelings of fatigue, weakness, anxiety, loss of appetite, guilt and sexual dysfunction, all attributed to the loss of semen.

Things I Should Not Say

I heard the phrase "Secret Sauce" twelve times at dinner tonight, and it wasn't at McDonald's. I've been facilitating a vendor selection process from a technical perspective for some clients, and "What's your secret sauce," is their way of asking,"What makes you better than your competitors?"

"Secret Sauce" is the "in terms of" for these people -- they say it when they can't think of their own words, and figure, hey, this was clever when I heard it the first time, so it's clever now, right? Believe me, it's really clever when you say something like,"So, what's the secret sauce that makes you special, you know, the secret sauce?" If a metaphor is good, you shouldn't feel the need to explain it.

"Reeses is also a collossal asshat."

Asshat? Why don't I get to be the asshat? I just get to be ludicrous?

I see how my words could be misinterpreted, but only by a tiny-peckered fucktard. However, allow me to elucidate.

I take exception to,"Carrying one because you want to be cool is no different than not carrying one because you don’t want to be part of the scene." It's not so much "because you want to be cool" as creating this cloud of significance around a material object beyond that justified by its physical attributes and advantages.

Goose weighs in in traditional form, railing against cargo culture.

ct suggests an answer to the question of the appeal of Moleskine. I suggest that blogging is nothing but exhibitionist scrapbooking, and the Moleskine is an excellent substrate upon which to build one's scrapbook.

I started using one about four or five years ago when I decided to make the switch from chemical to digital photography. I could not write on the back of a digital image (JPEG comments notwithstanding) so I started sketching the things I photographed; I could apply comments to the sketch for later reference to the digital image. I'd snap a picture and spend sixty seconds just capturing the essence of what I was looking at, then slap a label on it and head on my way. I hate looking at pictures later and thinking,"Wtf is that rock and why did I take a picture of it?"