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I'm going to bed in the middle of one of the biggest snowstorms Asheville has seen. I'm going to listen to music, maybe some radio and also some Sonic Youth, and I'm going to read Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer. I believe this will be the perfect antidote for my conviction that computers numb and obscure our humanity.
The phenomenon of tastynutz is perfect evidence of this conviction.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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