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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

I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein's brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.

—Steven J. Gould