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my egg was printed

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Halifax, 2004.03.21

Today I noticed something strange on an egg as I prepared my breakfast. It had been stamped with a printout of the farm it came from, and a date. I don't know if it was a laid date, collected date, or best before date, but there it was. Bizarre. Is this really necessary?

rand()m quote

If you want your wife to listen to you, then talk to another woman: she will be all ears.

—Sigmund Freud