in which I talk about the Napster episode of a podcast and reveal my first ever email address.
I don’t like to read my email, even though it is always there, always open. Always watching. A dreadful painting that follows you for an eternity with its eyes, dead and lifeless and haunting. The little box on the upper left of my browser window that I know is full to overflowing with unopened PR emails and the ceaseless parade of coupons for 15% off m…
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