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...understand how infinitesimally narrow the digital divide can be, you need only enter the Emergency Housing Consortium's homeless shelter in San Jose, Calif., on a school night. Walk past the guard at the reception desk, down past the rows of slightly musty bunk beds, past the red-eyed guys slumped in front of a tiny TV screen filled with colored snow. Just as your heart starts to sag with despair for the human condition, though, stop and take a peek through the locked door on the right. The contrast couldn't be starker. You see a brilliant white computer...
...post-lunch witnesses were markedly less compelling than their predecessors, and Judge Sauls picked up a pace almost as fast as he rocked his chair back and forth behind his desk...
...testimony of the vice president's first witness, political scientist Kimball Brace, was breathtakingly inept: The bedraggled wonk spent most of his time on the stand fumbling with 40-year-old voting machines and inadvertently shaking handfuls of chads onto Judge Sauls' desk. By the time Bush attorney Phil Beck had finished his cross examination, Brace had failed to support his theory that there might be structural problems or inconsistencies with the left-hand side of the Votomatic voting machine. He'd also all but admitted there was no reason to doubt the canvassing boards' ability to count their...
...drop it. Yet, should I not have a fourth option? Should I not be able to leave my laptop open, leisurely stroll to the bathroom, use the hand dryer twice, check e-mail on the way back and not worry about my laptop mysteriously disappearing from the desk...
...find that I ask myself these questions far too often in Lamont. I like to spread my novels, course packs, Coke, notes and folders all over the desk. If I have to go to the bathroom or if I want to check e-mail, I should not have to worry about leaving everything as is, including my jacket and backpack. Although I do frequently leave my desk, a part of me, perhaps that part most influenced by my mom, whispers into my ear that I should not be gone too long, for one never knows who will walk...