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One reason why I'm glad to be going back to Tassajara, even if just for the day: Nobody will have this fucking feature on their camera. Via Rabi, who denounces it soundly.

And if that (or the rest of the world, for that matter) makes you itch for a good dose of healthy feminism, I suggest checking out Heather Corrina and her new project, which I should be getting involved in once I'm settled in SF.

Which brings me to: I'm leaving today to go to Tassajara, and then to get settled in SF. I'll see you when all that's over.