twenty-seven years and one million words
We met at the Paddock tonight for drinks. I tried absinthe for the first time. It has a hell of a kick and a very powerful taste that was not entirely dissimilar to mouth wash.
In the wake of 9/11, we [in America] have made the decision as a society that we can never again create something in which we can take pride, for fear that someone will destroy it. Moreover, we must suppress any trace of individualism, lest someone have the desire to rise above the bland sameness that protects us. I have, alas, no idea how to recapture our courage.
—Anonymous post to boingboing.net, 2009