the act of taking in raw data and taking an action based on the category of the data

At my job they never tell me anything. Literally. I step to the cube and everything gets eerily silent. My fellow workers refuse to acknowledge my presence. Weird, huh? Maybe they've read my new poem over @ SomaLit Maybe they've heard me ranting about the expensive dentistry in Amerka where it's easier to start a war than get your teeth fixed. Maybe the heard about Gavin and his crew of hepcats starting to roll out a grassroots wi-fi project (Gosh! I'm sure nobody ever thought of Citywide-WiFi before) Maybe they heard that I got an autographed copy of Pattern Recognition Needless to say I have been busy lately,...

NuevaDrid said...

Maybe your fellow workers are only set to feel some sort of sympathy for television celebrities.

Needless to say I miss you.

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