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New York Times, May 3 2004: Genetically, humans and bonobos, a species of chimpanzee, are more than 98 percent similar. Socially, it is another matter. Matriarchal as a rule, bonobos eschew conflict. They do not fight over territory. They do not kill. Any small friction they resolve through sexual contact: a playful rub, oral sex, full intercourse. . . . On a Sunday afternoon not long ago, the park’s 31 young charges did what young bonobos do: chewed on blades…

I wouldn’t have bought my new slick phone without the great help of Rachel. Really though, she was instrumental in my getting that phone and price matching and all that stuff. And she says: “When all the ladies see that you have Bluetooth, they’ll be chomping at the bit.” (Rachel: “Cause Bluetooth — it can go farther than the pheromones, honey.”) Honestly though, it really is cool. It has Bluetooth, and integrates with iCal, and my Address Book, and I…

Here’s yet another reason why America shouldn’t be running the world. (Note to Aaron: yes [insert your mass-murdering fuckhead dictator here] was bad, and we’re not as bad by comparison, but something tells me that if this occupation were truly international that the chances of something like this happening would be significantly reduced. When you are running the show, the responsibility and the spotlight are on you tenfold.) Kofi, can you take away the keys now? Score one for The…

Guess who has a new gmail account? (And no, they’re not available to the public yet.)

Alright kiddies, in case you hadn’t figured it out yet, Paléo is an awesome music festival that happens near Geneva, Switzerland every late July. Highlights: Tuesday July 20: David Bowie Eliades Ochoa Thursday July 22: Pascal Obispo DJ Crowdpleaser (I don’t know who this is but I love his name) Saturday July 24: IAM Georges Moustaki Ttes Raides Sunday July 25: Eros Ramazzoti Full program

Well, it’s Thursday. I have six more days of class. I’m really struggling with getting myself motivated to go anymore. Now that the thesis is over, I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I had beers with some of my thesis mates yesterday and they seemed to be feeling the same thing. It’s weird how I’ve been in this class with these people for some time now and only now am getting to know them. I found out…

Well, I took my thesis to the printer. And a few minutes before the stroke of midnight, I have my entire thesis online for your reading pleasure: “The Powerful Force”: An Examination of the Internet in Senegal Read ’em and weep, fellas.

… all 159 pages of it. Proper online version will be up later tonight. I’ve been sitting at my living room table since 9 am this morning with no breaks — I’m still in my PJs. DONE!

Alright kiddies, we’re down to the wire now. 139 pages. Only a conclusion and a table of contents and some minor editing whatzits stands in between me and thesis glory. I’m shooting to have it done within the next 14 hours. It’s due in 28 hours, but I have to get it printed and stuff. I’m going to be glad to take my 50 books back to the library. Yessir. Finished All the Rave over the weekend. Good book. How…

So I’m going to Columbia. It’s decided. Really. Paul helped push me over the edge. Now the only issue is, do I keep my 510 number, or do I go for the 212 (can you even get one of those now?) ? I’m thinking that I’ll keep the 510. And we’re taking a family trip to Chicago and then onto Montréal in mid-June for my Dad’s AIA fellowship awards thing, and then to visit family in the Great White North.…