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…without damaging eternity.”

Was that Thoreau? I always liked it…

Dude (yes, I am from California, I use the word dude naturally and without sarcasm), I have so totally got to do something about myself. Seriously. When Boss Lady, Jr., asked me why I don’t give customers straws, I went on some rant (without taking one breath) about how straws are made of plastic which comes from oil which people kill innocent babies over. When Eerie Aaron gave me a cd in an unbleached corn-based cd slip case today, I brought up how we grow genetically-modified, heavily pesticided plants in what used to be the rainforest homes of orangutans (who are on their way out, my friends) to make biofuel and take-out packaging while plently of decent people starve.

Kind of sweet that I care (and think) so damn much about Iraqi babies, Orangutans, and starving Africans, huh? Kind of crazy, too… Two people in the past two days have asked me if I thought I was losing my mind. One of them might have been joking, one of them certainly was not.

But a little bit of crazy goes a long, long way. And I plan on it.

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