I'm a lasagna boy!

In which a hackie makes an appearance
In which we shed no tears for Denver
In which I had bad luck with cars.
In which we are non-deterministic
In which we get there from here (Or, In praise of portland)
In which it is a contrast!!!
In which we scramble through the stacks
In which we uncover the financial mechanics of a popular band
In which I find the manufactured landscape
In which junk food is evidence

Photo-photo-photoblog
Where the heart is.
popscorn (deprecated)

bicycle
In which we get there from here (Or, In praise of portland) 
In which we scramble through the stacks 
In which I am Salim's complete lack of surprise 


books
In which we know that malt does more than Milton can 
In which I take a mundane journey 
In which I am exposed to the elements of murder 


bridges
In which I ride across a bridge 
A Bridge Too Fat 
World City Photos 


crescat scientia
In which we are non-deterministic 
In which we praise the metric system 
Can you use it with your friends? I say yes. 


deep-fried
In which I'm really too exhausted 
In which I write in praise of Mitchell's Ice Cream 
In which the promise of pizza overwhelms me 


intersections
In which I request bicycle parking at Waller and Fillmore 
Waller and Fillmore 
the 404 


ipod, therefore
In which we uncover the financial mechanics of a popular band 
In which we discover a savvy use for the ipod 
In which I get my knuckles ground down 


lingo
In which we pay homage to a colorful profanity 
In which we keep a stiff upper lip 
sedulous 


media friendsy
In which he had an interview with TIME magazine 
In which we preserve the environment for innovation 
A public telephone 


osx
In praise of screenshots 
In which changes are at hand 
In which life is delicious 


requiescat in pace
DIA baggage-handling automation 
Ismail Merchant 
Did they pour one on the kerb as well? 


shenanigans
In which junk food is evidence 
In which I commodify my dissent 
In which I tune in an Experimental Station 


stoopin'
In which we again visit with the police (park station) 
In which it takes a village to make a wiki 
In which the budget still does not balance 


teeevooooooh!
In which the old becomes new again 
In which I hack, more 
In which I call in the wolf. 


transit
In which a hackie makes an appearance 
In which we shed no tears for Denver 
In which I had bad luck with cars. 

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