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the lunch line — at the brickyard, originally uploaded by evilai.
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Shoe phone 2.0, originally uploaded by briankerr.
So here’s a writeup in HD’s groovy new Ann Arbor Chronicle about ours.
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photo.jpg, originally uploaded by evilai.
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Oh Yeah! 1, originally uploaded by Grendel 72.
This image has alerted me to one of the dangers of working so close to bricks. We’ll be working away and — “oh yeah!”
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, originally uploaded by evilai.
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
Originally uploaded by evilai
The most important crappy little ethernet cable in 48104.