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2002-01-25 4:11 p.m. I get so excited when my odometer reaches some perfect or aesthetically pleasing number. I have been this way as long as I can remember. When I was very young, I would keep my eye on the odometer of my mom's brown Honda Civic as she drove me across town to private school, just in case I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of 11,111 or 111,111 or 123,321. I think that I have always considered these to be tiny, micro�mini�miracles�just like rainbows, shooting stars, and other winks from the universe, heaven or wherever they are from. To me they are signs that some order exists in the world�hints to the existence of some algorithm or rule or unifying theory which might simplify my universe. Tiny white numbers lined up in a perfect row. 123,456. Today when it happened, I was ready.
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