{"id":5298,"date":"2006-05-06T01:08:52","date_gmt":"2006-05-06T05:08:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/formerlyknownas\/2006\/05\/06\/menudo-second-helpings\/"},"modified":"2011-08-05T14:53:57","modified_gmt":"2011-08-05T18:53:57","slug":"menudo-second-helpings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/2006\/05\/06\/menudo-second-helpings\/","title":{"rendered":"menudo: second helpings"},"content":{"rendered":"

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interesting things that I want to write about.  Whatever the cause, here’s <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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one <\/FONT>more<\/FONT><\/A> helping of weblog “small change” for the f\/k\/a<\/EM> faithful, as Cinco <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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de Mayo 2006 fades into history: <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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\"laptop  30L Epiphany<\/STRONG><\/EM>: An encounter today with the famous 3L <\/FONT>web-<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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logger <\/FONT>Ian Best <\/FONT>of 3L Epiphany<\/EM><\/A> reminded me both that (a) thirty years <\/FONT>ago <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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this <\/FONT>week, <\/FONT>I was “studying” for my<\/EM> 3L <\/FONT>law exams and (b) it was a lot<\/EM> <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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harder back then for congenital procrastinators to practice their art. <\/FONT>You <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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see, this morning, I finally got around to asking Ian to add f\/k\/a<\/EM> to <\/FONT>his <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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list of legal ethics<\/FONT><\/A> weblogs. [Yes, I, too, was shocked by its omission.]<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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About two seconds<\/EM> after I posted my Comment with the request, I got <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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an email from Ian saying “Thanks David!! I’ll add it as soon as I’m done <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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with exams.”<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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That got me thinking that Ian was obviously paying more attention to <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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his weblog than to his studying — looking for a reason to take a quick <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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study break.  Then, it hit me: <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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occupy your time, other than <\/FONT>actually studying for finals.  <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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No one — and especially no humble law student — had a <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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worldwide audience hanging on <\/FONT><\/FONT>our next <\/FONT><\/FONT>post, or Commenting <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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on our last one.  We didn’t <\/FONT>have <\/FONT><\/FONT>an entire <\/FONT><\/FONT>internet of distractions <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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that could be found without <\/FONT><\/FONT>even <\/FONT>getting <\/FONT><\/FONT>up from our desk or study <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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nook.  <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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The Lesson<\/EM>: Dear Younguns, back then ,<\/FONT>successful procrastinators were made <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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of <\/FONT><\/FONT>a much heartier stock.  And don’t you forget it (even as we start to get a wee <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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bit forgetful).<\/FONT><\/DIV><\/FONT>
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long winter —<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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prayer bundles sway<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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in the cedars<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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he reads to me from the book<\/FONT><\/P>
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I read to him<\/FONT><\/P>
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       <\/FONT>Mayfly<\/STRONG><\/FONT><\/A> #40 (2005)<\/FONT><\/P><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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 <\/FONT> <\/EM><\/FONT>Billie Wilson<\/EM><\/STRONG><\/FONT><\/A> <\/EM><\/P><\/DIV>
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\"tiny Really need exam help? see our <\/DIV>
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wanted: a law school exam prayer<\/FONT><\/EM><\/A><\/DIV>
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“pleasevoteforusG”<\/DIV>
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see orig. at <\/FONT>This Modern World<\/FONT><\/EM><\/A><\/DIV>
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Greg Saunders<\/A> (of The Talent Show<\/FONT><\/A>) had a nifty graphic and a few well-<\/DIV>
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chosen words aimed at the GOP last week at the This Modern World<\/EM> weblog<\/FONT><\/A>, <\/DIV>
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in his posting “If you can’t earn a vote, buy it<\/A>” (April 27, 2006)   Noting that <\/DIV>
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Sen.\/Dr. Frist had floated the notion that most American taxpayers would <\/DIV>
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get $100 rebate checks to offset the pain of higher pump prices for gasoline, <\/DIV>
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Greg wonders:<\/DIV>
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It’s pathetic.”<\/DIV>
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For a less colorful, but more thorough, analysis see: NYT,<\/EM>  “$100 Rebate<\/A>: the rise <\/DIV>
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and fall of a GOP idea” (May 5, 2006)<\/DIV>
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\"embrace  Robert Ambrogi<\/A>, writing at Inside Opinions<\/FONT><\/EM><\/A>, summarized a <\/DIV>
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debate that I had missed this week: “Sex in Public<\/A>. Need I Say More?”<\/SPAN> <\/DIV>
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(May 5, 2006).  Bob asks:<\/DIV>
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Riddle:<\/SPAN> What is almost as interesting but not quite as titillating as <\/DIV>
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sex in public? <\/DIV>
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When you think about it, this is an intriguing and very complicated issue. <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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wing beats<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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of the hummingbird<\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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    <\/FONT>Peggy Lyles<\/FONT><\/A><\/SPAN><\/DIV>
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         <\/FONT>To Hear the Rain<\/EM><\/FONT><\/A> <\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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the chess game<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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where we left it<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Billie Wilson<\/FONT><\/A><\/A><\/DIV>
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 <\/FONT><\/EM>New Resonance 3<\/EM><\/FONT><\/A>; Haiku Light<\/EM> 2001 <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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reasonable response to the news: “<\/FONT>Blazing Saddles<\/EM> Banned<\/FONT><\/A>” (May 5, 2006)<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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A high school teacher had to apologize for showing the classic comedy\/satire <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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to twelfth graders, after one parent complained about “racist language. Steve <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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description of Blazing Saddles<\/EM> as a “racist film.” Nonsense. While <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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hysterical film.”<\/FONT><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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Here’s the plot summary for <\/FONT>Blazing Saddles<\/FONT><\/EM><\/A> (1974) from Amazon.com:<\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Tagline:<\/B> Never give a saga an even break! <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Plot Outline<\/B> To ruin a western town, a corrupt political boss <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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appoints a black sheriff, who promptly becomes his most formidable <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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adversary. <\/FONT> <\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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saying only<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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<\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/FONT>Plot Synopsis:<\/B> The Ultimate Western Spoof. A town where everyone seems <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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to be named Johnson is in the way of the railroad. In order to grab their land, <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Hedley Lemar, a politically connected nasty person, sends in his henchmen to <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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make the town unlivable. After the sheriff is killed, the town demands a new <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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sheriff from the Governor. Hedley convinces him to send the town the first Black <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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judgments.  Makes a guy want to turn in his Liberal Card. <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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once more the songs of sparrows
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  <\/FONT>Billie Wilson<\/FONT><\/A><\/A>   <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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      <\/FONT>Haiku Harvest<\/FONT><\/EM><\/A>  <\/FONT>(Spring 2001) <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV><\/FONT><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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\"deskCalG\"<\/FONT>   Maybe Evan Schaeffer<\/FONT><\/A> could<\/FONT> start a class action suit for me against <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Office Max.  For quite a few years now, my brother and sister-in-law have put <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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together a<\/FONT> CopyMax Calendar<\/FONT><\/A>, featuring pictures<\/FONT><\/A> of my niece Lissa and nephew <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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James, and given them as Christmas gifts to lucky family members.  <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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  <\/FONT>To Hear the Rain<\/EM><\/FONT><\/A> (2002)<\/FONT><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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The calen<\/FONT>dar is then hung in a place of honor in my kitchen as used as my primary <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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date-<\/FONT>keeping wall calendar.  So, I rely on the dates that are designated as holidays <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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said calendar says so.  It was only this week, when I was turning down an invitation <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Day, that I learned of my misplaced trust in CopyMax. This has caused lots of <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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mental anguish in my household, and I’m not the only Giacalone male who made <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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this mistake.  Indeed, I rushed out last week to purchase a Mother’s Day Card <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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to give Mama G, and was just about to mail it prematurely.  <\/FONT> <\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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remind you that <\/FONT>Mother’s Day 2006<\/FONT><\/A> falls on May 14th, not May 7th,<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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this year.  Of course, early is better than late, but there’s got to be <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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a lawsuit in here somewhere.  Right, Walter<\/A>?<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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         <\/FONT><\/EM>W.F. Owen<\/FONT><\/A> <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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              <\/EM>A New Resonance 2<\/EM><\/FONT><\/A><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV><\/DIV><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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26th <\/FONT>this year.  It’s a good thing Mama G. lives in the USA.<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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The Schenectady Daily Gazette<\/FONT><\/A><\/EM> published an interesting article in a “special” <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Spring <\/FONT>Home section, on Friday (May 5, 2006; available by $ub.)  Luckily, I found <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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it <\/FONT>on line to share with you: “Humble and Prolific Rambler is Becoming Retro Chic<\/A>,”<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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(13WHAM.com<\/EM>, Feb. 15, 2006)  The “rambler” style home is also called “ranch” <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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tags, and <\/FONT>another is the fact that baby-boomers and their parents, as their knees <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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lifting the hammer
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    <\/FONT>A New Resonance 2<\/EM><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/A> ; Mayfly<\/EM> No. 30 <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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her eyes narrow,<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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seeing for the first time <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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my little house<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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and have their own places — not <\/EM>someone whose <\/FONT>grand<\/EM>children just left for college <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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<\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/SPAN><\/FONT>dagosan<\/EM><\/FONT><\/A><\/EM><\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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CNN.com, May 5, 2006)  I’ll let others tell of his contribution to modern <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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by Warren Zevon, from the title cut of his greatest hits album Genius<\/EM><\/FONT><\/A>:<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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\"FreudBust\" sigmund freud, 1938<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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AP\/ Sigmund Freud Museum<\/A><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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excerpt from “Genius<\/FONT><\/A><\/EM>“<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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(Warren Zevon and Larry Klein)<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Albert Einstein was a ladies’ man
While he was working on his universal plan
He was making out like Charlie Sheen
He was a genius<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Everybody needs a place to stand
And a method for their schemes and scams
If I could only get my record clean
I’d be a genius<\/FONT> <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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What’s the connection with Freud?  If you have to ask, you can’t<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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afford the therapy.<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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\"pinataF\"<\/FONT><\/EM><\/DIV>
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Maybe I’ve had a little too much menudo e-soup today (tripe, hominy and chili might tend to keep one up), or maybe I’m finding far too many interesting things that I want to write about.  Whatever the cause, here’s one more helping of weblog “small change” for the f\/k\/a faithful, as Cinco de Mayo 2006 fades into […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":94,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[2926],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5298","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-pre-06-2006"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6kP1R-1ns","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5298","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/94"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5298"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5298\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12658,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5298\/revisions\/12658"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5298"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5298"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5298"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}