Thursday Hangovers

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  1. Catching up on my blog reading and, for some bizarre reason, that dead letter is the saddest thing to me right now. The dude is stuck in an unprotected city, surrounded by an invading army, and he’s dabbing a handful of clay with a stylus urgently asking for help, knowing full well it won’t get there in time. Could he have imagined and wished for instant messaging, or a satellite phone that would allow him to call for reinforcements? How long after he dabbed that message did it take before the inevitable happened, and what happened in between?
    Seriously, I have no idea why that news story hit me. Some days are full of those sorts of mysteries.

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