Tower Records, while it lasts

“Daddy, what were you doing before the Internet?” Pangzi asked curiously. That’s my cue to take him to Tower Records. “Heard of CD?” I started. “Think I spent my entire childhood listening to those.” “I only know Christian Dior.” “CD stands for compact disc,” I continued. “You put it into a player, out comes music.” …

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Megaweb of lies

“Daddy, why don’t you buy a Jaguar? That’s my favourite car,” asked Pangzi. “Well, money and I are not friends. Money tends to stay away from me,” I said, hoping the conversation would end right there. “But you can buy an old Jaguar. It won’t be expensive!” he reasoned. There was something fundamentally wrong about …

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