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The Road to the White House You too can run for president! It's really quite simple if you have the time and money. All you need to do is follow these simple guidelines. Do something to make yourself famous. Declare to be a candidate in your respective parties and hope to win in the preliminaries. If you don't belong to a party or are fed up with the parties then get yourself on the ballot by forming a loyal following who will spend every moment of their free time to get enough signatures. ...

My bicycle is a work of art or a torture device designed by Nazies. No one else ever has had a problem riding it except me. I can ride a bike, but sometimes the bike likes to play little tricks on me. One day, I was riding all across scenic Collegeville. Uphills, downhills, through streams and most of all through neighborhoods. I have nothing against small little neighborhoods except for that evil, lurking, waiting being that live in each one. That hell sent creature is the leashless family dog. ...

The person who I miss dearly because he is not in my life any more is a person who a lot of people know and some chose to forget because at the mention of his name some awful feelings come forth. Other people pretend that they never knew him because their parents forbade them to. The person of who I speak is very rarely mentioned by grown-ups unless in jest or fibbing, this seemingly unappreciated man is Santa Claus. ...

The one place that left an everlasting impression upon me was created by me, built by me, used by me, and finally destroyed by me. The locale of which I write is the once existing treehouse in my backyard. When I was eleven, I thought I could build my own fortress. I figured out the amount of supplies and location of the treehouse that my friends and I would need. Well, I was completely wrong about the tools and wood, and about the place for it because it turned out the original tree we began to build in was infested with termites. ...

Feb 1993 It was the Anglo-Saxon time. A time when men were men and women were men. It was a time of mystery and of little records so we can make up a story and no one can tell the difference if its real or not. Here is such a tale. After Beowulf slayed the Grendel's mother, he rested for a while at his summer vacation home at the Stonehenge Summer Condos. Unknown to him at the time, the Grendel's evil father had gone to the Mountain ...

I found a floppy disk with all of my Methacton High school English/Physics/History papers. I'm going to start posting them here.

Working with my intergenerational design team at the HCIL, I designed and developed an distributed co-design tool affectionately known as DisCo (article). DisCo supports Layered Elaboration (article) which is a way groups can asychronously design iteratively while leaving previous versions intact. I developed the first three prototypes of DisCo in AS3 and and compiled with the open-source Flex compiler mxmlc. Because I was so familiar with ActionScript, I only coded the original prototypes using pure AS and did not use any of the MXML that Flex is known for which turned out to be a good thing. ...

This is a new tool.

I’ve been trying to consolidate my twitter and my blog so neither one is neglected. Hopefully this worked. I would like to keep my dissertation progress updated here.

Yeh!