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Body, Home, Street

A perfect day

Copyright 2005 Ben S. Pollock Monday, November 7, 2005. Now I can understanding the irritating habit of young brides to have everything “perfect” on their wedding day, the heck with the confused groom and the beleaguered parents. Birthdays are like that. At least for me, every year I want my birthday to be perfect, a […]

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Technical Difficulties

Really Simple Syndication Isn’t

Copyright 2005 Ben S. Pollock Wednesday, November 2, 2005. There is nothing simple about Really Simple Syndication. RSS makes little sense. I finally understand that with it I can create a personal Internet connection for all of my favorite sites to let me know when they update; I think I get a phone call. But […]

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Technical Difficulties

Excuse 7.08

Copyright 2005 Ben S. Pollock Sunday, Oct. 30, 2005. At some point toward the end of every month, I the Brick layer consider its worth. Blogs, especially those using services and their templates (e.g. Blogger etc.), seem to be one long Internet page then at some point weeks months earlier a cutoff is determined for […]

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Life Lessons

Proud of arrogance

Copyright 2005 Ben S. Pollock Tuesday, Oct. 4, 2005: Apparently, I spoke out of turn. I didn’t mean to cause a stunned silence but rather say something I thought was not out of line, not unusual. I said the same thing to two different audiences, and got this same reaction: A look of incredulity with […]

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News, Spin

Haven’t they been through enough?

Copyright 2005 Ben S. Pollock Monday, Oct. 2, 2005: Refugee, evacuee, ban, persecute. Who could object — well, I couldn’t — when Oprah Winfrey in the second week after Hurricane Katrina pronounced from New Orleans that people who made it through the devastation “survivors”? It’s uplifting, optimistic, triumphant and, well, true. But essentially all of […]

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Body, Home, Street

Goody, a poem

Copyright 2005 Ben S. Pollock Wednesday, Sept. 28, 2005: My Oak “How tall you want it?” “There’s a choice on the tree stump?” “Sure, put a plant there.” After a day of thuds, They’ve cleared the boughs: They’re rotten. The trunk’s thud thundered. Long after the cuts And the oak rolled off, who knew Death’s […]