{"id":33,"date":"2005-02-16T10:02:17","date_gmt":"2005-02-16T14:02:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/02\/16\/a-moving-experience\/"},"modified":"2005-02-16T10:02:17","modified_gmt":"2005-02-16T14:02:17","slug":"a-moving-experience","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/02\/16\/a-moving-experience\/","title":{"rendered":"A Moving Experience"},"content":{"rendered":"

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OK – too much information alert: I read in the bathroom.<\/P>
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There. I said it. Yes, I bring a magazine in with me. I’m not proud of the fact, but it’s true. I’ve done this since childhood and I’m likely not to change. Now stop judging me because that’s not the point of this blog posting.<\/P>
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You see, this morning I was reading the most recent edition of Out magazine. As I was browsing the pages and learning more about my gay and lesbian brethren (and sistren?), I flipped a page only to hear the magazine ring at me. Yes, I said ring…like a telephone. Then a mans’ voice came out of the magazine and said something like “Hey Dude, it’s me. Yeah, I’m at the beach.”.<\/P>
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I’m not lying. It’s a good thing I was already sitting on the toilet because I literally would have shit my pants if I was wearing any.<\/P>
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Anyway, what the hell’s up with that? Aren’t magazine supposed to be a visual media source? If I want to hear things (or, in this case, be startled by things), I’ll watch TV or listen to the radio. But, my lord, somebody’s going to have a heart attack one of these days. <\/P>
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And it was a waste of advertiser money because I have no clue what the product was. I recall it being a medication – only because I remember seeing pages of fine print (a tell-tale sign). What medicine has to do with cell phones and beaches is beyond me. It’s funny, my biggest peeve with magazine used to be those inserts made of a thicker material that prevent you from folding the magazine while reading it. Now I’ve got to look out for audio assaults. What’s next?<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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