December 2010
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“We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we...”
– Albert Einstien
Dec 30th
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Dec 29th
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Dec 28th
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“Second, you seem to think that we might censor a student’s thesis, which is...”
– - Ross Anderson FRS FREng Professor of Security Engineering Cambridge University
Dec 27th
“Second, you seem to think that we might censor a student’s thesis, which is...”
– Ross Anderson Professor of Security Engineering Cambridge University
Dec 27th
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Dec 26th
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Dec 23rd
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You're All Helpful People, Right? →
darao75: mightyhunter: Then maybe you can help a stranger? A dear friend from the interwebs makes a plea: Could you please make sure I get to keep my lovely, amazing wonderful friend a bit longer? You see, she’s a woman of rare strength and grit.  She’s someone who only comes along once in a lifetime. You all came together so amazingly during my recovery so I know that I can count on you. ...
Dec 23rd
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Dec 21st
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Dec 21st
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Dec 21st
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Happenstance
The rumble of the trains echoed along the dark, musty tunnels. The dirty tracks rattled and screeched in protest as the subway cars clanked their way along them. Their bodies marked with age and use. So many people, those trains have seen. Tall, short, homeless, affluent, black, white, fat, skinny, girl, boy. All different shapes, sizes and colors, going someplace, or no where at all.  I sat...
Dec 21st
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Dec 20th
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Dec 20th
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Happenstance
The rumble of the trains echoed along the dark, musty tunnels. The dirty tracks rattled and screeched in protest as the subway cars clanked their way along them. Their bodies marked with age and use. So many people, those trains have seen. Tall, short, homeless, affluent, black, white, fat, skinny, girl, boy. All different shapes, sizes and colors, going someplace, or no where at all.  I sat...
Dec 20th
Dec 20th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 18th
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Dec 15th
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Glimmer
The cool fall breeze spread across my skin, sending a shiver up my body.  Dusk has always been my favorite time of day. The light of the day collapses into the Earth, like someone slowly turning a dimmer switch on the world. Everything becomes a silhouette, leaning up against the fading orange, blue and purple. Birds become just shadows, swooping back and forth across the sky. Humming streetlamps...
Dec 15th
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Dec 14th
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Glimmer
The cool fall breeze spread across my skin sending a shiver up my body.  Dusk has always been my favorite time of day. The light of the day collapses into the Earth, like someone slowly turning a dimmer switch on the world. Everything becomes a silhouette, leaning up against the fading orange, blue and purple. Birds become just shadows, swooping back and forth across the sky. Humming streetlamps...
Dec 14th