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I learned of your African children’s laptop plan at your commencement address to the 2007 graduating class of Northeastern University and I think it is a twisted exploitation of humanity and a ploy to make a fast fortune off the innocent and pure.

A fresh new journal page (okay blog) to help me clear my head. I have been here many hundreds of times before, literally. How come it seems that no matter how much clearing I do there is always more? And how come what I write always sounds just a bit too similar to all the other things I’ve written? It’s like the piles of clothes in every room of the house. No matter how much laundry and cleaning out I do, it just reappears in piles of similar likeness?