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Tuesday, 11 August 2009
We Can't Build Houses For Robots If The Pieces Don't Fit.
The meteor shower is so beautiful. It looks like the constellations are playing some kind of a game of hot potato, lobbing shooting stars across the sky in what seems purely for my entertainment as I sit on my porch step, hugging my pyjama-clad knees and listening to The Maccabees.