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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").

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   reluctant entertainers
Thursday, May 6 1999
I don't even want to write about work. It's not representative of what I am this week, that much is clear.
In the evening, Eric the Defense Engineer came over to hang out. He's got an endearing form of thoughtlessness about him, merrily swapping the Cowboy Junkies for some thumpy English house music he'd brought: a red-hued CD called Gate Crasher. We talked again about his continued, seemingly aimless, job search, as well as the differences between students of hard science (me and him) and students of soft science (Kim). Eventually Eric went out and picked up a six pack of Dos Equis. But neither Kim nor I were especially eager to entertain, and we sort of drifted away when Eric got a cell phone call from his friend Cindy.

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