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| What's in a name? Well, I'll tell you . . . [singing] He's going to tell, he's going to tell. . . .One thing I've learned so far in my architectural education is the necessity for the concise verbal communication of ideas. Every once in a while someone forgets this, however. We've managed to capture on film transcript just how this deadly dance can play out in the wild. Let's watch!
Critic: "So, what's the idea?"
Student: "Well, actually I was . . . I mean, hi. My name is Elton. Actually I was thinking a few things when I started this projec . . ."
>BLAOW!< Indecisive Student has just been verbally decapitated by Mr. Critic Man.
Names are good things.
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| Drunk Guy.Drunk Guy calls me most weekends, one-wording his salutation with the boisterous joy of a smashed couch potato who has just scored a vicarious touchdown, "BUD?!" I pause a moment, counterpoint his brief yet memorable overture with a quiet, "No, there's no Bud here." My name is Nate, Drunk Guy, and I am not your chum. Rejected in quite plain English, he still manages to hope, if in a more tentative voice, " . . . Bud?" Um, no. Still not Bud. "No, man. This is Nate. There is no Bud." Get with it, man. If you keep this up, I'm gonna start messing with you. I'll answer your "Bud?" with only "weis" and "er." I'll do it.
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| Baby, baby, baby, light my way. . . .Mowing the lawn and finally sorting through/throwing away all my personal crap . . . a deceptively simple existence the past few days. Next up: getting hired somewhere cool.
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| On Digital Cameras.Small memory cards keep me honest.
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