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At 4 in the morning, I was in bed, fighting rage. I couldn’t stop thinking about that device’s tarty little face and those yapping “apps” you can download for it. The whole iPhone enterprise seemed to require so much attention, organization, explanation, praise, electricity. I know — I know: in the morning, Apple’s latest miracle machine would fill my palm with meaning and magic. So why couldn’t I contain my annoyance? I had no new-thing excitement. It dawned on me: I hated my iPhone.

Since high school I've maintained a collection of famous quotes.  It's the same reason I'm so into photography; when I see something beautiful, I want to hold on to it forever.  If it's an image, I take a picture.  If it's a beautiful phrase, I write it down.

I've kept this collection on my computer and have only shared it with a few people over the years.  I finally decided to put it online.  You can thank Ben Jonas and James Joyce.

Here's what I did this weekend:

These have been in my bookmark collection for a while and it's time for them to see the light of day.

Got back yesterday from the first Civil War reenactment of the weekend, at Knight's Ferry.  KF is a very small town 11 miles east of the mighty metropolis of Oakdale.  (Basically on the way to Yosemite.)  Originally there was a man named Mr.