Friday, July 11, 2003

On the Dramatic Tension Between Karma and Appearances
I ate lunch at The Main Squeeze, a vegetarian juice bar downtown, and had a sandwich featuring, among other things, shredded beets. No animals were harmed in the making of my lunch (for once), but now I have red stains on my hands like I killed something (or somebody) with my bare hands over my lunch hour.

I'd wander among the cubicles saying, "Out, damned spot!" but, alas, I've used up my quote quota for the week. Ironically, that was Macbeth as well. But how am I supposed to resist when, at the close of a meeting, someone says, "When shall we meet again?" I mean, really, I'm only human.

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