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I, Pad

In accordance with all the hype, earlier today I sat at my desk, anxiously clutching my empty wallet in anticipation of the revealing of the great and powerful Apple tablet. Feverishly updating a Twitter keyword search (which received no less than 200 new tweets every 5 seconds) and cursing whenever I lost audio from the livestream, I developed a somewhat comical system of refreshing no less than three simultaneous liveblogs of the event while retweeting ridiculous

Black velvet if you please

Do you ever forget you own stuff? Sometimes I come across a blouse or a dress or a pair of shoes I forgot even existed, and a weird shameful/joyful feeling of discovery washes over me. On one hand, there's the "Woo-hoo, more clothes! It's like I went shopping!" feeling; on the other hand, I wonder why I get to have so much that I forget about it, when other people surely need more. Still trying

I am not my hair. Or am I?

This weekend, I finally had the time and motivation to do something I haven't done in 5+ years: I (temporarily) straightened my hair. Part of the reason I haven't put hotcomb to hair strands in so long is that I never really felt the inclination. Okay, fine--I admit that being lazy busy had a lot to do with it, but my natural hair texture also felt more me. However, last weekend, curiosity got the best of