Forget Body Language, Who Is Michelle Rhee Wearing?
One of the torments of attempting to act in any sort of “aggregative” capacity for a blog is, adding insult to the lost hours sustained executing the injurious task of scanning all the aggregators, opening tabs, taking in the terabytes of wasted effort, the inordinately larger waste involved in the depressing effort to re-locate all the pointless URLs one had grudgingly settled upon referencing and realizing that while all of them are currently open somewhere on one’s screen, consuming valuable RAM and sabotaging the performance of one’s TweetDeck and the whole the rest of it, they are for one’s immediate purposes hopelessly Missing in Action, as stubbornly inconspicuous and hopelessly overlooked as a black Lexus parked next to a fire hydrant on New York Avenue.
Well readers, today is my birthday and realizing yesterday that I did not want to spend my thirty second year searching hopelessly for lost tags, I downloaded
