It is pouring with rain outside. I don't have an umbrella and wound up knee-deep in mud trying to cross a road under reconstruction. I had to fish my trusty Birkenstocks out of the mud before they were sucked to oblivion. Fortunately, the internet cafes of Vientiane are mud-free dryzones. Two links.
a) Self explanatory. Deeply narcissistic.
b) Someone asked me to define postmodernism. If I could have, I would have sent them here.
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dios mio! spam portuguesa!
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