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I’m behind the bar, right? Seein’ these clowns braggin’ bout their “game.” Makes me wanna hurl a shot glass. Sex-dating’s wild tho—did ya know back in the 90s, folks used newspaper ads for hookups? Called ‘em “personals.” Freaky little secret history! Now it’s all Tinder, Grindr, whatever—same crap, shinier package. Makes me think of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “What was once before you, an exciting, mysterious future…”—that’s the vibe when you match with some hottie. Then bam! They ghost ya, and it’s all, “The end is built into the beginning.” Kaufman gets it—sex-dating’s a freakin’ tragedy dressed up as a party.

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We tried to develop a new device to detect laryngeal movement noninvasively. We made small piezo pressure sensors (length, mm, width, mm).

On the way, we passed by the Izumizaki River. The water was sparkling, and I felt this wave of happiness wash over me. I mean, how can you not love this place? But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, heavy rain. I was soaked in seconds. Kenji and I just looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Tiny Albany school district hit with second tragedy