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One of Microsoft's secrets cracked at last
> It's a lead-pipe cinch, I figure. I'm a good detective. I've found opium
> dens in Vientiane; been granted interviews by cardinals, mafiosi, and
> sheikhs; discovered the meaning of “half-and-half” in the old song
> “Drinkin' Wine, Spo-Dee-O-Dee”; conned the Vatican into bestowing a
> doctorate on me so that I could gain access to hiddenmost archives;
> deciphered the cryptic message Ezra Pound scrawled in his own copy of the
> Cantos while in the bughouse; tracked down and interviewed Phil Spector's
> first wife, long presumed dead; charted my way to the sacred stone of the
> Great Mother, in Cyprus; gotten Charlotte Rampling's cell-phone number;
> even come close to understanding the second page of my Con Ed bill. Finding
> out where a picture was taken—a picture plastered on millions of computer
> screens—seems a shot away.
>
Via Jason Kottke [1], “Autumn and the Plot Against Me [2]”
For Bunny, who has this picture as her desktop …
[1]
http://www.kottke.org/remainder/07/02/12824.html
[2]
http://www.vanityfair.com/ontheweb/features/2007/02/autumn200702?printa
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