Conspiracies abound in this topsy-turvy world. You can think them silly or profound.

how far back can this conspiracy be traced?

Me? I believe there are things various governments and organizations don’t want us to know. Just as there are spin doctors and lobbyists, there are fixers and men-in-black to keep the general pubic docile and stupid.

The Kennedy assassinations, MLK, and the Apollo moon landings seem dubious. But, black helicopters, a Zionist Occupation Government, FEMA, and a number of other whack-job ideas don’t jell with my paranoid mind. I guess I’m a whack-job by degree.

There is one conspiracy that has remained hidden from public view that today I will expose to the world. This grand manipulation has kept us slaves for decades and drained our pocket books.

Who leads this sinister cabal? The Maytag repairman.

The appliance manufacturers, in coordination with the laundry soap merchants, aided by the dry cleaning industry, have suppressed the world’s most ingenious invention: Disposable clothing.

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shenzhen, China, May 26, 2007.

Sleep is a wonderful thing.

I have spent many astonishing hours covered by that dark and mysterious blanket, where dreams approach and the real world is far, far away.

can’t sleep, clowns will eat me.

Lately, my sleep patterns have been erratic. It’s funny how your need for sleep changes during your life. Back in the day, when I was an up-and-coming manager in the graphics field, I needed very little. We would finish work at 10 pm, then eat pizza and watch Law and Order, and Homicide. I would sleep four-or-so hours and head back to the office around 7 am.

Back then, all-nighters were par for the course. I could go without sleep for 36 hours, sitting at my computer and completing mammoth projects. Of course, whenever I closed my eyes for more than a second I instantly started to dream. By the end of the sleepless stretch I was drained.

Skip ahead. When I started working as a reporter I found I needed seven or eight hours a night just to stay sane. I wasn’t a fan of being a practicing journalist. You have to do a lot of slimy things and I think that sleep was a brief escape from a job I didn’t really enjoy.

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I am now the proud and temporary owner of a large block of cheese. More than two pounds of the magical, pale orange, milk-based extravagance reside in my refrigerator. 

Are you that bored, Stevo? You have resorted to listing the items in your fridge?

Yes. No. Maybe.

In China, cheese is hard to come by. Yes, the perfect snack food is available, but, randomly. Over the last two-plus years I have taken to eating processed cheese slices, of the Kraft variety. How I hated the “cheese food” when I lived in Canada (except when melted in a grilled cheese sandwich, that is a little taste of heaven.) Being far from Canada, and a reliable source of cheese, I was forced to consume the cheese food, and like it.

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spring festival, 2007, near guiyang, hunan province, China.

early morning work, shenzhen, China.