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A matter of taste

I had a rude awakening the other week. (No, not the neighbour’s daughter’s Sunday morning trombone practice again, or at least I hope that’s what

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A tale of two slams

What’s in a name? Would a translation “slam” by any other name sound as puerile and pseudo-confrontational? A tad harsh, perhaps, but I’m not a

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Nailing it

When is it done? I’ve wondered out loud more than once in recent months about when we consider our work fit to ship. My broad

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