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Total US troop deaths in Iraq to date (09/01/07) since 03/20/03: 3739

From 05/02/03 through 06/28/04: 718

From 06/29/04 through 01/30/05: 579

From 01/31/05 through 12/14/05: 715

From 12/15/05 through 01/31/07: 933

From 02/01/07: 653

(Sources: US Dept. of Defense, Iraq Coalition Casualty Count)

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Monday, May 19, 2003
 
You will notice a nine-day gap between this posting and my last. We call this gap "health." I was away from home during most of that time and NOT OBSESSIVELY POSTING TO THE INTERNET WHILE ON VACATION. Once again, the word for this is "health" (with the modifier "good" being understood). Because only a hopeless screwhead would feel compelled to hunch all tappity-tappy over a keyboard and bathe in irradiated monitor light when he could be strolling the pavements of Northampton, MA, or driving leisurely to visit Herman Melville's home in the Berkshires (where Moby-Dick was written in longhand, if you know what that means), or hiking the stunning landscapes of the Quabbin Reservoir and Mount Tom. I mean, do you need to know about these things the moment they happen? Is there any reason you should care? Of course not. Only sickeningly self-involved creeps feel obliged to inform the world of every last pimple they've popped in the past half-hour, and if Claude Shannon were still alive to see the uses to which his classic theories of modern communication have been put, he would have fallen off his unicycle at the very least.