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      <title>urreta.com, finally</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I am now the proud owner of &lt;a href=&#34;https://urreta.com&#34; target=&#34;_blank&#34; rel=&#34;noopener&#34;&gt;urreta.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;It was first registered in 2004, and I’ve wanted it since around 2006. For the past 22 years, it’s been in the hands of domain squatters. Every so often I’d visit to check the asking price, then grumble and curse.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Ten years ago: $10,000. Five years ago: $4,000. Last year: $1,000.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday: $500.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;At that price, it was one of those “treat yo’ self” moments. I’d prefer never to engage with squatters, but I made an exception.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>All I Can Do Is Try</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m closing on my first house in a few days, and I&amp;rsquo;ve been familiarizing myself with that midwestern temple, Menards. &lt;em&gt;Cue shining light imagery followed by a celestial &amp;ldquo;aaaaahhhhh.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;As I was leaving the pipe fitting section, another guy was finishing up in the same aisle. He grabbed his selection, started walking away, and with a subtle shake of his head muttered under his breath, &amp;ldquo;All I can do is try.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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