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Watching time, the only true currency // A journal from John B. Roberts

Happy Birthday, clock (and me)

One year ago, I started clock. And I turned 32. Amazingly enough, as I turned 33, I’m still writing clock. I haven’t posted every day, but this is item 446, so some discipline has prevailed.

Enough with the blog-navel-gazing.

Lesson for today: be careful what you ask for.

March 2004
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