Each time I respond to a post, Facebook uses it to categorize and phenotype me, to slice and dice my likes and comments and sell them to the highest bidder.
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Suprise Me
Black Magic
Prompted By The Social Network
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Each time I respond to a post, Facebook uses it to categorize and phenotype me, to slice and dice my likes and comments and sell them to the highest bidder.
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The Great Sea Rescue
Prompted By Vacations
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William Styron put the finishing touches on Sophie's Choice on this very island.
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How Swimming Made Me Take Up Tennis
Prompted By Sports
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An ill-fated swim team trial turns out for the best after all.
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True Tales of a College Admissions Interviewer
Prompted By Interviews
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Each child was my child.
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I’ve Got A Crush on You
Prompted By The Crush
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The Gershwin song “I’ve Got A Crush on You” doesn’t really get the crush concept right. The lyrics say “You had such persistence, you wore down my resistance, I fell, and it was swell . . . . I’ve got a crush on you, sweetie pie.” So she’s singing to him after they get together.…
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School Lunch
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Long before tv show caricatures, the Lunch Lady was an institution at our elementary school.
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A Two-Way Path
Prompted By Forgiveness
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Her implication was clear. She was upset with me. While I was abashed and said I was sorry, our relationship was considerably cooler from then on.
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My Pet Awards
Prompted By Naming Pets
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Here are some of the pets in my life, my own and other people's, that deserve recognition for their names or other notable attributes.
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Growing Up With an Aluminum Christmas Tree — Not a Love Story
Prompted By Be Careful What You Wish For
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My parents choreograph this family tableau to imbue my brothers and me with the holiday spirit -- to allow the aluminum Christmas tree to work its cunning magic. But instead of awe and delight, we feel nothing.
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The Fire Next Time
Prompted By Fire
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The fire was blowing along the ridgeline in our direction. Trees were candling—igniting and throwing off firebrands--burning hunks of wood. Now the fire had jumped the vast concrete firebreak of Hwy 24 into the Oakland Hills.
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