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Something to think about:
"You think you've figured something out? You run over here all pleased with yourself because you changed your mind? Now you're certain? Hal, you don't know anything The book, the math, the dates, the writing, all that stuff you just decided with your buddies, it's just evidence. It doesn't prove anything." "OK, what would?" "Nothing. You should've trusted me." -from the movie Proof (2005)
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Anonymous said…
Welcome back -- we've been waiting!
Columbo, a great TV detective of bygone years, uncovered much of the most vital evidence by playing dumb... I didn't realize it was a Socratic method back then.
Keep on BLOGGING!
3/02/2006 07:21:00 AM
kanadians in korea said…
hey keith! so glad you're writing again... i've really been wanting to see 'proof' and you only increased that desire. i like the last line of your blog esp. -- you have much better things to do when you're dead. :) so true. love you!
3/02/2006 10:27:00 AM
Michelle said…
Keith, I was just wondering yesterday "How come Keith never blogs any more?" And then I remembered the whole Keith-is-getting-married thing and the lack of blogging sort of made sense. But, it is nice that you posted, I think the two things (blogging and getting married) can co-exist nicely if you make time for both! :)
3/02/2006 01:49:00 PM
matthieu said…
keith thanks for advertising on my blog, i hope you liked that i would think of you when writng my post.
3/02/2006 04:09:00 PM
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