Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away...
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And most of all [the teenage girls] wanted to tell me everything. Everything. Every last thing about their lives. And they did.
Ghastly, horrible, shocking, sad, merciless things. Things that would compel me to squint my eyes as I listened, as if by squinting I could protect myself by hearing it less distinctly.
DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #44: How You Get Unstuck
And with all that, we finally had enough to break the story with confidence. It was a combination of cyber sleuthing, old-school gumshoe reporting and persistent stalking.
http://brianxchen.tumblr.com/post/565083430/how-wired-com-tracked-the-iphone-...
Someone owes Mark Zuckerberg a kiss (or maybe flowers?)Your guess is as good as mine.
