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for now. Thanks so much for reading.

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Thanks, Linda for the tag. I love doing these lists but am actually not so good at them. The drill? List your favorite six current songs and then tag six others.My songs:Cocteau Twins - The Hollow MenRyan Adams - Winding WheelPavement - The HexxCoral - In the MorningDelgados - The Light Before We LandMogwai - Two Rights Make One WrongMy victims. Let's see your JACK:

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What is your postsecret?

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Here is a link to all of the cover stars from all of the singles and albums released by the Smiths.

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K and I stumbled upon the premiere of The Real World VIII: Austin last night after the ball game. I'm not a big fan of the reality universe in general and had stopped watching Real World back at Hawaii, but after teasing glimpses of normalcy on Real World VII: Philadelphia, last season, I thought, what the heck. Besides, Austin has a great indie music scene and progressive values that seem to be

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We just got back from a long weekend at Gettysburg. I'm kind of a history geek and K is an avid ghost hunter, so Gettysburg offered the best of both worlds for us. Of course, both elements receive varying amounts of overkill in the town, judging by the number of tours and gift shops, but the idea of Gettysburg is really fascinating to me from a fiction standpoint. Here was a tiny town (pop. 2000?

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While Jeff has reminded me that I have yet to get a snowball this season, I have been busy indulging in other gulity pleasures, like downloading old Duran Duran (not the hits but the long, indulgent pieces full of bad Simon LeBon poetry) and Sunny Day Real Estate songs (there, I've said it: there's emo in the house). I'm not sure what my worst musical indulgence is; I like so many weird things I

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Kudos to Salon for its Summer Reading Series. C and I were talking about this last week, kind of, about famous authors and what they're reading (for an example, check out Nick Hornsby's column in Believer magazine, "What I'm Reading"). But why famous authors? Why can't us not-so-famous authors or even nonauthors contribute? Do famous authors have better tastes, better influences, or just better

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I had a dream last night about someone who had a crush on me a while back. It was uncomfortable then, as he tore down my friends and relationships in the hope, I suppose, that I would come to my senses and see what I was missing with him, and it was similarly uncomfortable in the dream. To be fair to him, I know have acted similarly in the past. It's mind boggling when someone we see as a perfect

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Finally, after months of delay, C, LadyLitBlitz, and I had dinner! It was great to see LLB again after several years' lapse. I am happy to report she looks the same as when we last parted, that is, during college. Some people just age well, and LLB is one of them. It took C and I about an hour each way to get to the restaurant, so we had a lot to talk about, mostly books and literature. It

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The Summer issue of JMWW is up! Enjoy.

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K, L, and I spent the weekend in Philly for Phillygirl's bachelorette party/bridal shower. We've anticipated the event for weeks, wondering whether "da family" would be as advertised. First off, we did some spa stuff at a salon in the northern suburbs of Philly, where Phillygirl's extended family has moved recently from the city. Lest you think loud, brash Italianess is confined to Phillygirl's

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I had a dream the other night that I was in a mall with my family and one of the stores we passed housed a weird church. My family wasn't interested in going inside, but I decided to take a peek, as it was set up caberet style with a stage in the far back. They were doing some time of musical review, and I noticed, much like in some plays, the actors were actually staked out in the audience and

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I was prepared for another racuous holiday weekend in Canton, but it was surprisingly quiet, peaceful, with most of the obnoxious Cantonite neighors away somewhere else. I was talking to a school friend at another school friend's cookout, and she lamented the fact that our society has gotten too materialistic, that she longed for a simpler life for her children. God, I could just hug her. I have

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My short story "The Situation" will appear in the June issue of Lily, up June 1st.

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I've gotten alot of e-mails today, which has been nice for a Monday, especially a cold, dreary one. Someone also called, a client, and I took a few rings to answer it because I always forget where I put the phone. For the upteemth time, I was asked by the caller whether he/she had awoken me. This was after lunch, mind you. I don't know whether it's because I don't answer the phone on the first

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K took me to Ixia for dinner, a place I've always wanted to try. Ixia used to be Louie's Bookstore Cafe, but the owner of the Papermoon Diner bought the space and transformed it into an upscale urban restaurant, no jeans or t-shirts allowed. K had a couple of tiny mango martinis while I drank water like a good girl because of my cold (although I did get some complimentary champagne, it being my

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Happy birthday to me,Happy birthday to me,At least I'm not forty,But it sucks to be thirty-three.I got a cold (my first one this year) and my period for my birthday. Thanks, self! On a brighter note, someone is taking me out to dinner tonight, and a surprise weekend getaway is in my near future. When I asked about the restaurant, K said the dress is "business casual." What on earth is that? Since

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I'm waiting for K to come home from class so we can go over to my grandmother's and weed her garden. It's a beautiful day, and I'm looking forward to getting outside, although I'm a little tired now. I went for my quarterly bloodletting this morning at the Red Cross. I warned the plebotomist that my veins are hard to find well, because, I like to be helpful and I like to avoid unnecessary

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I hope everyone had a nice mother's day. The weather was beautifulthis weekend, and I visited my family on the Eastern shore. Although I had a good time seeing my family, for some reason, I was unable to keep my anger in check. Well, I didn't come out and yell at anyone, but I just felt angry inside the whole time. I guess I forget that living in the city is different than living in the country,

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I'm excited; the senior class at Hopkins has chosen Al Gore to be this year's graduation speaker. David, can you get me some tics? I hope big Al hits the treadmill before he comes, though. Being cheated out of the presidency seems to put some weight on you.

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Hard to believe that K and I will be celebrating our tenth anniversary tomorrow! We've agreed just to have a nice dinner somewhere, since K is wrapping up her finals this week and we'll both be out of town for mother's day. Any restaurant suggestions? It seems we've been everywhere in this crazy town after ten years. We want something quiet, eclectic, and casual. We eat all types of ethnic food,

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My short satire piece, "The Movie Version of My Life," has been accepted by Failbetter.com for either their Summer or Fall issue. Yay! I had been very frustrated recently because this piece has been sitting on my desk for much longer than some of my more-recent pubs, and I was running out of ideas as to who might like it. But that is the great thing about publishing, namely that there will always

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We checked out the newly opened Tenpachi on Eastern Avenue in Fells Point and were seriously underwhelmed. Tenpachi is like an urban Hair Cuttery; no gimmicks; $11 haircuts (raised from $10 by the new management, sort of defeating the purpose of the name Tenpachi). What Tenpachi doesn't tell you upfront is that cheap haircuts mean keeping overhead down. What does keeping overhead down mean for a

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Last night we attended Crumblord's 3? birthday party and enjoyed ourselves immensely. It was a star-studded affair, and I was thrilled to finally meet Broad Sheet, JWER, and Messy Hair Girl. They were certainly grander in person: in fact, they were like Titans. The web, with all its two-demionsality, doesn't do them justice. Just wait until those hologram blogs come out! We also saw Cara,

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I must say that the second most-common dream that I have, after ones about school (being unprepared, being left behind), are ones about being chased. The characters and incidents are very disparate, but they usually involve someone trying to hurt me. Last night was no exception. I was a big-time researcher doctor at some university, and my partner bore a striking resemblence to Henry Kissinger.

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Wow, it's so hard to blog when the weather is so beautiful! I received my rejection from the Baltimore Playwrights Festival today. Of the 4 readers' decisions, I received 2 reads, 1 read with reservations, and 1 do not read. I think you need 3 reads or 2 read/2 read with reservations to get chosen for a read. Per the reviewers' notes, there seemed to be some concern about the many scene changes (

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I'm not so sure I'd want to tell him that makeup is out. If I did, I'd be sure to say, "pretty please?"Of course, I'm not so sure that Wiccans wear pink eye shadow and black lipstick as part of their identification or rituals, either.

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Number of times I've heard "Spirit in the Sky" on Towson U's WTMD (89.7) this week: 2Number of Blonde Redhead songs I've heard on Internet radio today: 3Number of Bright Eyes songs I've heard on Internet radio today: 2Costs of impromptu hospital visit during Easter weekend (minus my $50.00 copay): $2,894.44Current value of $5,000 International Fund from Fidelity I opened last month: $4,800The

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The 3rd annual Highlandtown Wine Festival is this Sunday, April 17th. Twenty bucks gets you a nifty glass and all the wine (from Highlandtown vinters) you can drink. There's also a bocce tournament and food vendors from Little Italy. What could be more natural than the union of Highlandtowners and wine, you say?

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I was able to see Nan Goldin's "The Ballad of Sexual Dependency" again this weekend at the Baltimore Museum of Art, where it is part of the current exhibition "Slideshow." Comprising more than 700 slides set to music, "Ballad" documents Nan's circle of friends in the late seventies through the late eighties and their unhealthy relationships with drugs and each other. The images are brutally

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I read somewhere that Catholics make up 25% of the US population. Can someone explain to me, then, why all the anchors are dressed in black and the cable channels are playing wall-to-wall funeral coverage for the Pope? I think this is less about the Pope and more about the misguided celebrity culture we live in. Lookee, the Pope has sixteen trumpets at his funeral! Similarly, while we were at the

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I was at Whole Foods yesterday picking up a few things when I noticed I had parked next to a car with a Bush/Cheney sticker. Since we were parked in the garage (and the person was probably an employee of Sylvan Learning or some other corporate office over there and not shopping in Whole Foods), I contemplated leaving a note on their windshield, something like, "$2.25 a gallon—thanks, asshole!"

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If you're counting David Horowitz is the latest conversative to receive a pie in the face while on the lecture circuit this year (the others being Paul Wolfowitz, Ann Coulter, and Pat Buchanan, who actually got hit by salad dressing. Someone else got hit by some sort of red substance, to symbolize Palestinean blood, but I can't remember who that was). It's kind of a crazy rebuttal; that someone

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I was checking out the new releases and noticed that Phoenix, those Frenchmen most often confused with Air, have a live recording out. First, Phoenix only have two studio albums recordings their belt. Second, Phoenix is a studio band—two men with a bunch of computers. They're not Robert Plant and Jimmy Page, you know? Keyboard solo? Color me unimpressed.In fact, I don't understand the whole

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I could smell the grass for the first time this year as I drove past Patterson Park tonight. The mothers of an extended Mexican family, the ones who own the liquor store on South Patterson Park Avenue, took their kids over to the park. They all held hands, three mothers and four children, who ranged in ages from twoish to sevenish, and crossed the street, a human daisy chain. Today the birds sang

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Like the presidency, blogging is hard work. I find that if I don't stay on top of journaling my whirlwind (heh) life, the more reluctant I am to write about it at all. I can say that I have mostly recovered from my vague chest pains, although they're still vaguely there and vaguely annoying. It also vaguely annoyed me to receive a couple of rejections from journals last week, especially the one

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I hope your weekend was fabulous! At the very least, it was probably better than mine, having spent Friday evening through Saturday afternoon getting tested for some suspicious chest pains at an undisclosed hospital here in Charm City. The good news is that I'm as healthy as a horse. The bad news is I still have the pains. They're shorter in duration and magnitude of pain now, so I'm hoping if I

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Happy holidays to everyone this weekend! By the way, how the hell did the resurrection of a Christian deity morph into a visit from an egg-wielding bunny? Nonetheless, earlier in the week we went to Ostrewskis and bought a couple of kielbasa links and some krishinkis (I think that's what those are—powdered angel wings), and tomorrow we will be staying at the Ramada in Salisbury because my mom's

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Kim Deal's lyrics have come to mind a lot lately as more and more friends and acquaintances have children. Let's face it—I'm not particularly interested in having children right now and don't know whether I'll ever be. I have thought about it more often lately, but only as a reaction—"Shit! All my friends are having kids! What am I going to do?"—and not as, "Boy, I'd sure like to hear the pitter

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is absolutely shitty. This Polish lass has been having a crappy week, not earth-shatteringly bad, but bad enough in light of her general optimism on life. Maybe it's just that the missus (ha, she's not here so I can call her that) is away, but I'm been feeling very invisible, isolated, taken for granted lately. First, the missus and I got into a fight yesterday because every time she called me

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One of K's friends ripped a bunch of albums for her that we haven't got around to purchasing (but that the buzz abounds around). I can't say I'm overwhelmed upon first listens yet:Damian Jurando - Waters Ave S: I've actually downloaded some songs of his before and liked them, but I often confuse him with Damien Rice (annoying thirtysomething singer in the John Mayer mold), and what's more, most

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I drove K to airport this morning; she'll be in the Keys until Monday. David and Crumblord are in Scotland as we speak, and Lady Litblitz just returned from New Orleans a few weeks ago. And all I got was this crummy blog entry. Any vacation plans this year, fellow bloggers? I watched an a story on TLC on the BTK killer a few nights ago (and was surprised that Paige Davis didn't pop in at any time

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I am Sweetums.A hard exterior covers up the soft sweet center of my soul. And I love to eat humans.SPECIAL TALENTS:Really big dance steps.FAVORITE MOVIE:"Big"QUOTE:"Wait for me!"LAST BOOK READ:"Taming Your Outer Beast"NEVER LEAVES HOME WITHOUT:Robin the Frog What Muppet are you?brought to you by Quizilla

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Thanks to Kevin for sending the list of questions. What is the soundtrack to your life? Opening Credits: Everything in Its Right Place - RadioheadWaking Up: Here Comes the Sun - BeatlesAverage Day: Mr Blue Sky - Electric Light OrchestraFirst Date: Thirteen - Big StarFalling In Love: For All We Know - Billie Holiday Love Scene: Rapture - BlondieFight Scene: We're Coming Out - ReplacementsBreaking

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Last night, on the recommendation of C, we attended a showing of the 1922 documentary, Nanook of the North at the Creative Alliance down at the Patterson Theater. C's friend Scott is in the band The Anomoanon, who supplied a real-time soundtrack to what is considered the first documentary (and also a silent film). The music was good and clever, with a lot of frontier-esque yearnings somewhat

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It's going to take me a while to get my mind wrapped around this (and even longer to get around to reading the book), but check out the interview with Thomas De Zengotita in Salon regarding his book, Mediated: The Hidden Effects of Media on People, Places, and Things. He surmises the obvious, of course, that we have become what we buy and act how we think we should act according to the persona we

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While we're on the subject of health and beauty, thanks to Amy and Suzie for this link showing an already-beautiful woman before and after airbrushing. Maybe if we just dilate everyone's eyes permanently, everyone will look fabulous.

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Courtesy of Betty Bowers (www.bettybowers.com)How to Tell Whether You Live in a Blue or Red StateBlue States: Home of good schoolsRed States: Homeskooled goodBlue States: Want a big tent for their Party.Red States: Wears a big tent to her party.Blue States: Favor electric carsRed States: Favor electric chairsBlue States: Concerned about ballooning deficits' effect on capital markets turning gains

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I went to the mall this weekend with K and my mom, which I admittedly don't do too often, but which was nice, because I got a pair of shorts and a green leather purse marked down to $17. I guess I don't get out too much, or at least out of the city, for I didn't realize how much bigger people have gotten. Big husbands, big wives, big babies, big grandmothers. The odd thing was that all the

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Seems those fun-loving Republicans at Santa Rosa Junior College decided to tape red stars to the doors of their professors who they deemed too liberal or, as they said, engaged in "teaching communist propaganda."Leave it to an arrogant twentysomething to spit on the grave of history with such an offensive gesture. But here's a novel free-market, anti-nanny state idea that most Republicans honor,

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is now up. Enjoy!

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My story "The One-Up" will appear in the Summer Issue of 13th Warrior Review and "Percy's Pinup" is forthcoming in SubtleTea.

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I've always written as a means not only to understand myself but to try and understand others, which many authors have done and which can be extremely challenging. Of course, as hard as I try, there is always a little bit of me in every character, just because its unavoidable. That said, I've been writing a short story for the past week that I can't identify with at all yet I feel must be written

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My bad. Actually, a weathly Washington socialite has offered $10,000 for any information that proves whitehouseringergayprostitute Jeff Gannon left "no marks, rather impressions" on White House insiders. Now, when will Bernstein, I mean, Larry Flynt, get involved?

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The conventional wisdom on tsuanamis has always been that if you can see the wave, you're too close.

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What a long, strange trip it was, huh?

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A Beautfiul Mind: A little too Hollywood for me, maybe because Ron Howard directed it, I don't know. I enjoyed the costumes and sets from the 50s; I had a hard time with the oversimplification of schizophrenia. Although a true story, I'm not sure how effectively someone can "control" schizophrenia without meds and still led a productive life. Jennifer Connelly was excellent as Mrs. Nash and,

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Ugh, I had that stupid school dream again, the one in which it's my last semester or so at school and all my friends have already graduated and I suddenly have no one to room with, or even a place to stay, and I am desperately trying to create some sense of place. ie, making a home where there isn't one anymore. I thought once you "discovered" the meaning of your dreams you usually stopped having

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We watched Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends the other night on Cartoon Network. It was created by Craig McCracken, who you may know from the Powerpuff Girls and Dexter's Laboratory. I was really amazed at all of the different monsters. I could never think of monsters growing up, even though I'm a decent artist. They just required a creativity that I was not accustomed to; plus, all my monster

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I'm feeling uncomfortably full as I write this. I guess that love really does hurt. Saturday night I took K to Martick's, a little French bistro, for Valentine's dinner. She had the beef burgundy, I the blackened salmon. We split a bottle of Pinot Noir and peach bread pudding. I was surprised Sunday morning by K with breakfast in bed—an omelet souffle with aspargras, gruyere, and carmelized

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Anyone who knows me knows I work rather diligently at home every day with my trusty sidekick, Maggie, snoring away on the bed beside me. Sometimes I leave for a few hours for a doctor's appointment or go to the gym if I'm finished working early, but usually we are like glue until K comes home. Yesterday I had lunch with a friend I haven't seen in about six months. It was a two-and-a-half-hour

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If Bush's budget is passed, Perkins Loans will get the axe. If it wasn't for Stafford and Perkins loans, I wouldn't have been able to attend college. It's a shame that the president has put kick backs for his wealthy contributors ahead of education. Of course, why should he care? The bastard is an arrogant idiot. Ergh, I'm still trying to figure out the ONE THING I would say to the President if

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I was outside waiting for Maggie to finish her bank deposit when I noticed a truck going the wrong way on our one-way street. I thought briefly about signalling to it but decided that the driver would figure it out soon enough. Never mind, of course, that I've almost been hit by such trucks when I'm pulling out of my parking space and my vision is obstructed by an SUV or something. I kept

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If you've been following the Jeff Gannon, aka, pseudoreporterwhitehouseplanthomophobicrightwingcolumnist, things just got a lot steamier.

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Take the quiz to find out. I was...drumroll, please...a liberal. Surprised?

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Thanks to Mal for the quiz: You scored as Loner. Loner88%Goth69%Geek69%Punk/Rebel50%Drama nerd50%Stoner38%Prep/Jock/Cheerleader19%Ghetto gangsta0%What's Your High School Stereotype?created with QuizFarm.com

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From my friend Eileen, an update on the new location of Balitmore's Book Thing. Please consider chipping in a few bucks to help pay off the closing costs. If you've never been to the Book Thing, you're really missing out on the generousity (and kitsch) that make Baltimore the greatest city in America. The philosophy of the Book Thing is simple: whoever shall want a book shall get one. Therefore,

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I was inspired by Heb's posting on Dali to write about an exhibition I'm looking forward to, Slideshow at the BMA. Kodak announced recently they will no longer be manufacturing slide projectors, so to see artists who have created works via a slideshow will be particularly pleasing (or Luddite, Jeff!). I'm especially excited because Nan Goldin's "The Ballad of Sexual Dependency" is one of the

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It had to happen sometime, I guess. Although babies, in my dreams, usually symbolize other things (infantile behavior—mine or someone else's, a growing burden, needing to take ownership of a problem), the baby in my dream last night, I think, was just a big ol' baby. My friend Kevin and I were at a bar when I remembered that I was supposed to be taking care of the baby. I brought a cold, wet baby

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I can think of eight or ten of my friends, not to include me, who could have written this memoir. Smashed, the memoir of a young female partier, however, is a largely untapped phenomenon in the analytical circles, even as drinking by college-aged girls factors greatly into date rape and other oft-discussed young adult issues. Luckily, my experience (and most others I know) with alcohol,

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Smell it? I did. Underneath the peculiar, combined odors of curry and hamburgers (courtesy of Tambers Diner in Charles Village, which serves a full Indian and American diner menu) it lay, the smell of free. What does free smell like? It often smells crisp, clear, like electricity, like a new, unopened book, like the first flower blossoms of the spring. In this case, it smelled like acid-free

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Sunday night we wound up watching Ms. Congeniality on TBS for lack of a better option. In truth, it wasn't so bad, if only because Sandra Bullock was very adept at transforming herself from the ugly duckling to swan. It reminded of the time I watched "Runaway Bride" at jury duty and really liked Julia Roberts. In fact, I wound up really respecting her (or maybe that was because of Erin Brockivich

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I wanted to comment on this "blog comment" phenomenon because I find myself spending some part of almost every day commenting on other people's blogs. It kind of reminds me of the feedback universe on E-bay, which has a similar karmic energy fueling it. People obsess over getting and leaving feedback on E-bay because, if you have a thousand positive feedbacks, well, you're gold in the online

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It's amount time the couch potatoes at home heard what the country really thinks of him.

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I'm really bummed I couldn't get tickets to the inaugrial's youth concert, America's Future Rocks Today, although I guess I was just being lazy— only half of the DC Armory was filled for the likes of Hillary Duff and Stephen Baldwin. Some excerpts here: "Young fans waved glow sticks and sang along to their favorite songs. And they went wild when President Bush and first lady Laura Bush made a

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Think I'm ugly about politics now? Don't mess with Spongebob, Christian devils, or I'm gonna get uglier. Besides, as my friend David says, things that are ugly will just not do. (Here are some excerpts if you don't subscribe to the New York Times: On the heels of electoral victories barring same-sex marriage, some influential conservative Christian groups are turning their attention to a

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I'm about halfway through John Keel's The Mothman Prophecies, which details the peculiar incidents in 1967-68 of paranormal sitings in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, which ended quickly after the Silver Bridge collapsed into the Ohio river. Keel has some interesting theories, mainly that the UFO critters, Mothman, and demons all reside on a different plane next to ours and that they cross over

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K and I were wondering the other day, while listening to The Kick Inside in the car, what on earth happened to Kate Bush. Is it possible that she bowed out gracefully at the peak of her artistic prowess (The Red Shoes notwithstanding)? Nope. Her new album will be out this year. I don't know what to think of it, really. Kate wasn't "in" in the late seventies when "Wuthering Heights" hit the

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Ugh. I just opened a bag of M&Ms. Without sense or reason, I proceeded to eat almost half the bag. Now I feel ill. So ill. Is there any food you will just eat until you puke?

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*With apologies to Public Enemy. Last night I worked my shift at CENTERSTAGE and saw Elmina's Kitchen, a powerful statement on British Blacks in Hackney, England (a Northeastern British melting pot/ghetto). Delhi ,the owner of Elmina's Kitchen, a West Indian/Carribean takeout named after his mother, the previous owner, is a ex-boxer, ex-con, and ex-husband trying to steer his 19-year-old son,

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I attended a Quaker meeting with D this morning. Basically you sit at a pew for an hour and mediate. If you are so moved, you may stand and address your fellow meditators, at which point they will meditate on your thoughts. At the end there is a speak out for all members—for prayers, thanks, condolencses. I wondered, during the meditation, although I was not yet moved to speak, whether I judge

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I thought this post had to be satire, for there was nothing substantial in it, but then I realized, looking at the rest of the site, that this guy is serious. Now, it's nice to have your opinion and a place to publish it, but if you're going to write a glowing treatise on George Bush the same way a third grader writes a book report on Thomas Jefferson (He was strong. He did not change his mind.

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Yeah, I know I'm late. And lazy. But here are ten bands (and/or albums), in no particular order, I really dug last year. Although not all were released in 2004, in many instances it was my first exposure to the band/album, so there. Back at ya. 1. Wilco: A Ghost Was Born. Many critics didn't like this album, particulary in the wake of Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. Contrary to it being meandering and

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Happy New Year! I hope you are refreshed and optimistic—I know I am. There’s nothing better than waking up and walking across the way to soak in an outdoor mineral bath and watch the sunrise over the mountains than perhaps walking across the way in the evening to soak in an outdoor mineral bath and watch the moon shine on the waters of the Rio Grande. Fortunately, we were able to do both at the

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Holidays are a weird time for me because, even though I love giving gifts, I hate receiving them. I'm just not a good receiver, I don't know—most of my joy is in seeing other people happy. When I get a gift, I worry more about whether I spent a similar amount of time in selecting and purchasing a gift for the giver. I am trying to be more gracious about gift receiving these days because I know it

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I finished up the last of my holiday shopping on Saturday morning going local: Atomic Books in Hampden and Soundgarden in Fells Point. I got my Mom this cool book that I had my eye on last year (but already had enough gifts for her) called The Brick Testament. I got my brother some stuff also, but on the account of him reading this blog, you'll have to wait until after Christmas to find out what.

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I had a bunch of weird dreams last night centering on the theme of neediness. In the first, I had some people over our house. The living room was set up the old way. My grandparents (both mobile), our kooky next-door neighbor Albert, some ten-year-old boy that was his girlfriend's child or something, another small boy. I read Albert's boy, who was skinny and not wearing a shirt, a book. Everyone

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Jeff made an interesting comment about my being a Luddite, and it's odd, because I was thinking the same thing this morning. I have great nostalgia for simplier times, when cars were bigger and slower, when shopping was done on main streets, when stores were closed on Sundays and families were forced to interact with each other, when parents "entertained" and had parties (swinging and not-so),

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It'a a Wonderful Life in 30 seconds and reinacted by bunnies

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Another moral values voter who needs to shut her claptrap and watch The Divinity Channel or something. And she didn't even read the book! She read an "outline" of it on the Internet. Why is it that everyone in this country is turning into the mother from Carrie? Speaking of Moms, mine made it through surgery okay. She's dousing herself with morphine as I write and, other than "the hole in my

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My Mom went in for surgery at 1:30 this afternoon, but we still haven't heard anything. The veil of numbness that cloaked me much of the afternoon has worn through, and now the pit of my stomach is in total rebellion. What is taking so long? Is no news good news? I scan the possibilities of phone conversations I may have with my grandmother sooner or later tonight: (1) she did well, (2) she's out

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I wanted to apologize for the massive amounts of spelling mistakes I've made during the past week or two of posting. The missus has pointed out that I, as an editor, should know better. I also wanted to apologize for continuing to call the missus "the missus," even after she has informed me she doesn't like it very much. From now on, the missus will be referred to exclusively as K. Kay?

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More proof that the progeny of Cleetus (the redneck from the Simpsons) are alive and well.

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I had the privilege of knowing Dawn Culbertson for only a short period of time, while writing for the Baltimore Alternative years ago, but she was always someone who struck me as being around forever and would continue to be. Perhaps it was her childlike gentleness, her sense of humor, her youthful appearance (did she ever sprout a grey hair?), or her enthusiasm for the lute, music history, and

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My mom is in the hospital again. She can't seem to catch a break. Two summers ago she had a hernia. Last summer she broke her wrist. Last month she had kidney and gallstones detected, as well as colitis. She supposedly passed her kidney stone during Thanksgiving but wound up at the ER last Friday because of a high fever, vomiting, and severe back pain. She's been on intravenous antibiotics for a

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Some big democratic donors this election cycle. Price Club/Costco donated $225K, of which 99% went to democrats; Rite Aid, $517K, 60% to democrats; Magla Products (Stanley tools, Mr. Clean), $22K, 100% to democrats; Warnaco (undergarments), $55K, 73% to democrats; Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia, $153K, 99% to democrats; Estee Lauder, $448K, 95% to democrats; Guess ? Inc., $145K, 98% to

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I've got too much time on my hands if I want to share these llamas with you. Or maybe K's boss does (the sender of the link). Llamas with too little time on their hands.

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I really do not like the band the Postal Service. I similarly don't like the Killers, Franz Fernindad, or the Secret Machines. I probably won't buy the next Death Cab for Cutie album (its major-label debut), and we stopped attending Sleater-Kinney concerts years ago. Does this mean I get voted out of the inner circle now?

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Hope all the Americans had a nice holiday! Not only did I manage not to participate in Black Friday, but I was able to exercise two of the three days I was at my Mom's house, so I don't feel a bit guilty for my extra indulgences of pie and starches. Upon my return to Baltimore, Sunday afternoon I worked Arthur Miller's "The Price" over at Center Stage. A bit of background on the play: two

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