Joel
Barker can be counted on to cut a barb wire fence, crawl just under the reach
of the swinging klieg lights, and throw fresh meat at the guard dogs. He
doesn’t hold much truck with paradigm shifting, since he drives a car with an
automatic transmission these days. He writes poetry and scintillating
server demonstrations. Check out some of his latest work, Windows Vista
Deployment Overview, at http://www.microsoft.com/technet/community/events/vista/DSK-03.mspx
.
“…His own
blabber can be found at http://www.froach.org.”
But he doesn’t blab much. He just does his thing and his thing is pure
goodness. Well, not goodness in the moral sense, but good in the goody sense.
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Every Friday afternoon after work I eat matzo balls and think of my old roommate Seth who hated them but loved to dumpster dive and make soup from vegetables he found
I got fired from my job for going to the bathroom too often. 22 trips a day. The job was boring, averaging 23 cups of coffee per day to stay awake.
Mary’s been married thirteen years and has three kids. Last night, she woke up to find her bed littered with love notes she wrote to a boy when she was eleven.
I had knuckle soup for lunch again today; stewed ball-bearings are for dinner. I figure I’ll be dead by summer. Everyone else thinks otherwise, but they don’t know what I eat.
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