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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Conversations at work

"So, why are the Chinese building their own space station instead of going in on the international space station?"

"The Chinese realize they're in a Cold War with us and so are demonstrating their technical superiority."

"How much trade do with do with them a year?"

"Somewhere in the range of a gazillion dollars."

"That seems stupid of us."

"Well, the good thing is that Vietnam is rising as an even cheaper source of low and high-tech labor. Some factories are moving form China to Vietnam right now."

"Soon we'll all be working for the Vietnamese."

"Wait, wasn't that the Domino Theory?"

I'll leave it up to you to decide which part I played in this conversation.

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