Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

05 October 2006

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Bono 15.02.03-.04.10.06 RIP
Bono a fawn Shar-pei was killed by a speeding SUV today
Nothing Gold can Stay
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by Robert Frost
1874-1963, written in 1923
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

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