From today’s email:
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Yep, lowering the boom.
I’ve watched my generation piss away its best years in surrogates: drugs (mainly alcohol), video games, indie flicks and the svelte backroom status games that make you feel like you’re starring in your own reality TV show, until morning that is.
While Facebook is a great way to find people the lazy way, it’s also a big soap opera. People are competing to seem more in the know than each other. It’s our version of the BMW in the 1980s: if your neighbor gets a 325i, you’d better get a 328i or you’re possessing the shorter status organ.
I’m over it. My email address hasn’t changed for 15 years. You know where to find me. I know where to find you, and will probably do so with one of those old-fashioned methods like a phone call, letter, or — hold on to your hats — an email.

My old buddy and debate homey 