August 19, 2009
A couple weeks ago, my moral support for the day told me, “You’re not going to be able to stop staring at it.” Truth. And yes, it felt like white-hot razor blades alternately being dragged and sliced across my skin (which is to say, it hurt both more and less than I expected). If you haven’t heard the story of why-this (not that you can even tell from a Blackberry photo), ask if and when you next see me: we can’t waste all our good ones on the internet.

A couple weeks ago, my moral support for the day told me, “You’re not going to be able to stop staring at it.” Truth. And yes, it felt like white-hot razor blades alternately being dragged and sliced across my skin (which is to say, it hurt both more and less than I expected). If you haven’t heard the story of why-this (not that you can even tell from a Blackberry photo), ask if and when you next see me: we can’t waste all our good ones on the internet.

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