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Huh?
A young man speaks with a young woman at a theme park. He tries to be cool but he comes across awkward. When he walks away the girl laughs, seemingly at the young man’s expense. Is this me?
The scene was real, but I was only an observer. I felt pity for the young man until my thoughts turned inward. It was then that I wondered how often I have been the young man in scenes like this. How would I know? Why should I care? How can I stop?
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The time is now.
I have made a big leap forward; one that holds very little significance for anyone but me. I have welcomed the world into my living room. The little Bondi-blue iMac in my living room is now a web server. A copy of this site is being served up right in my living room and can be found at www.johnkauffman.gotdns.com. Am I hot stuff or what? No, don’t answer that.
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A doctor’s office makes a lousy muse.
Today I am back at my allergist’s office. I have typed most of these entries right here, in this lobby, waiting for my allergy shots to kill me. I’ve got thirty minutes to kill so I’ve got to do something. Thirty minutes is a long time to stare at strangers. Deriving amusement from other’s efforts to maintain eye disconnect will only get you so far.