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Tuesday 18 June 2002 |
It came to me with some dismay that during the Barry Manilow pseudo marathon last night on WCBS-FM that I knew every chorus and a number of verses. I can only attribute this to having heard him in the car as a baby, as I have not heard them since. Scary.
And evil. When I asked if Stu in his copious collection had any, he said, no he hated Manilow, but then he got “Copacabana” stuck in his head. Myself, I have “A night in New England.”
11:04:41 PM 
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At Blogapalooza, what do you do when two introverts run out of topics? You have them go after the amazing Megan McArdle to fill up the conversational space! Something Leonard and I found out. At first I thought that he thought I was boring or pretentious (I don’t know—he may) but if he’s an introvert and I am, it only makes sense that we’d end up staring at our shoes soon or late.
10:11:35 PM
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