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I've recently purchased a bottle of Dial hand sanitizer that works like soap, but without a need for water. It helps since I am always eating and cooking at home. It claims to kill 99.99% of harmful germs in 15 seconds. I was duly impressed.

The liquid gel comes with a strong methol component, giving it a nice fragrance. But I have become entranced by its smell. The ethyl in the ingredients smells like alcohol, and sniffing it is almost like having a drink. Cleaning my hand now gives me instant endorphin rush to the head.

I think I am addicted to my soap. Please advice.

It is strange to discover from out of nowhere that some of my friends have been penning weblogs for ages. It is as if they have been leading secret lives all this while.

Being a blogger myself, it is odd that I can feel that way. After all, I readily share my inner thoughts and emotions, exposing more of myself than people want to know. Still, it remains a special realm, a dialetic with myself. Just as uncanny is the fact that when I type my name in google's image search I see my own face. How much attention do I need, and can I take?

"An American city seems to have stepped right out of the movies. To graps its secret, you should not, then, begin with the city and move inward toward the screen; you should begin with the screen and move outward toward the city"

- Jean Baudrillard

"All I need is a brief glimpse, an opening in the midst of an incongruous landscape, a glint of lights in the fog, the dialogue of two passersby meeting in a crowd, and I think that, setting out from there, I will put together, piece by piece, the perfect city, made of fragments mixed with the rest, of instants separated by intervals... discontinuous in time and space, now scattered, now more condensed."

- Italo Calvino