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I wake up long before the coffeehouses open, so I brew my own latte and cappuccino. For years I've used this ancient little Krups formerly belonging to my dear restaurant reviewing companion Thing One before he moved to the jungle where there are no electrical outlets. This week it gave up the ghost with a hideous, steaming shriek.

If you have'nt tried to use your PayPal , well , things have changed. To move money , or to pay someone , you now have to give Paypal a credit card. No credit card ?

I’ve never had more fun talking about something so serious.

I realized that I have inadvertently done a brilliant thing to improve my productivity here in the office.

(”You mean like not blogging in two weeks?”)

No! Screw you, inner monologue.  He can get so self-righteous sometimes.

Not only did I have an afternoon off, but I spent it rambling around San Francisco. If/when you ever come here and you decide you want to ride one of the cable cars, never, ever, ever, never wait at the foot of Powell Street with all the touristas in the two hundred hour line.

John Eaton, son of U.S. Democratic Senate candidate Ken, wants you to raise up and get to a polling place today — unless.

It’s Primary Day. Screw the newspapers… I wanna see some turnout.

This means get your asses up, get off the couch and go push a button.

I'm a day behind on the news so I'm probably the last one to see the Nikki Tinker ad attacking Steve Cohen for not being "one of us":

Alrighty, Dubya, Ahmadinejad is ready to talk.

Here's what he said, yesterday:

"We will hold talks with the United States if they come to us on equal footing," Ahmadinejad said in a live speech on state TV.

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