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<P><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>April 2002</b></span></font></P>
<p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
April is the cruellest month, breeding</span></font></p>
<p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing&nbsp; 
<BR>Memory and desire, stirring&nbsp; <BR>Dull roots with spring rain.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;- 
                        <a href="http://www.boomerbible.com/wasteland.html" target="_blank">T.S. 
                        Elliot</a></span></font></p>
                         &nbsp;<p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
                        1 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;9:05 
                        AM</span></font></p>
                        
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">OK. 
                                    I don't wanna be a bummer. I know we're 
                                    suppose to be making jokes all day. But. <a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/world/asia_china/story.jsp?story=276349" target="_blank">Things</a> 
                                    <a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/world/politics/story.jsp?story=277485" target="_blank">are</a> 
                                    <a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/world/middle_east/story.jsp?story=280580" target="_blank">bad</a>. 
                                    </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And, 
                                    they are bad ...in so <a href="http://www.registerguard.com/news/20020330/1a.kimberly1.0330.html" target="_blank">many</a> 
                                    <a href="http://www.registerguard.com/news/20020331/1a.kimberly2.0331.html" target="_blank">ways</a>.</span></font></p>
                                    <font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">&quot;<i>I want to go home! I don't want it! Please let me go home. Home home home. No no 
no! I don't want no shots.&quot;</i></span></font>
                                    <p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    recently heard about a woman who had&nbsp;the 
                                    surgery. She threw up almost daily. Now 
                                    she has esophageal cancer. She'll be dead 
                                    soon. But she's thin. </span></font></p>
                                    <p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    don't have words for how <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/2001/04/23/FFXGP3LOTLC.html" target="_blank">angry</a> 
                                    this makes me. </span></font></p>
                                    <p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But...somehow...we 
                                    begin again. A new month. A new week. </span></font></p>
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                                                <p><a href="http://www.moderngypsy.com/tarot/fool.html" target="_blank"><img src="Fool.gif" width="200" height="321" border="0"></a></p>
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                                    <font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i><a href="http://www.moderngypsy.com/tarot/fool.html" target="_blank">&quot;He carries little with him, knowing that the soul's journey is one best taken 
without baggage... &quot;</a></i></span></font>
                                    <p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&nbsp;</i></span></font></p>
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 &nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
                        2 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font>                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.boston.com/dailyglobe2/090/oped/From_fat_chance_to_fat_chic+.shtml" target="_blank">Ellen 
                                    Goodman</a> worked out with <a href="http://www.fitnessfuncentral.com/" target="_blank">Jennifer</a>. 
                                    It's nice to have something good to put 
                                    on the page. </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">This 
                                    morning I'm just staring at the screen. 
                                    I can barely concentrate. I've been in a 
                                    <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2002/WORLD/meast/04/02/arafat.exile/index.html" target="_blank">CNN</a>/<a href="http://www.msnbc.com/news/677951.asp#BODY" target="_blank">MSNBC</a>/<a href="http://www.webactive.com/pacifica/demnow/dn20020401.html" target="_blank">KPFA</a> 
                                    trance for a few days. The rest of the time 
                                    I'm on the Internet trying to find out what's 
                                    <a href="http://www.zmag.org/meastwatch/meastwat.htm" target="_blank">really</a> 
                                    <a href="http://jerusalem.indymedia.org/" target="_blank">going 
                                    on.</a> </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Meanwhile, 
                                    I have to go to class tonight and care about 
                                    writing.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    feel like I'm in a stupor. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Sometimes 
                                    if I do my morning blog crawl, I snap out 
                                    of it and think of something to write. It's 
                                    not working today.</span></font></p>
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<p>&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
                        3 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">When 
                                    I was three months old, my mother and father 
                                    separated and mom &amp; I moved in with 
                                    her parents. Mom had to get a job. I lived 
                                    with the constant injunction, don't bother 
                                    grandmom &amp; poppop or they won't let 
                                    us live here. And don't bother me, I'm tired 
                                    from work. Don't bother anyone. </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Well, 
                                    I'm not trying to be a bother, but I'm just 
                                    ...not OK. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I'm 
                                    trying to be OK. </span></font></p>
                                    <p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&nbsp;</i></span></font></p>
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<p align="justify">&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
                        4 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font></p>

                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Yesterday 
                                    morning I heard this on <a href="http://www.democracynow.org" target="_blank">Democracy 
                                    Now.</a> </span></font>
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                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">A 21-year old US Citizen, Suraida Saleh, is gunned down by Israeli soldiers in 
Ramallah, with her 9 month old baby on her lap. The state department knows, 
but does nothing. Her <a href="http://dc.indymedia.org/front.php3?article_id=19793&group=webcast" target="_blank">father</a> buries her in the hospital parking lot, because 
the morgue is overflowing and under the state of siege no one can get to the 
cemetery. </span></font></td>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Amy 
                                    Goodman interviewed Suraida's father and 
                                    you could hear the baby crying in the background. 
                                    It just cut into my heart. I couldn't stop 
                                    crying.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    couldn't blog it yesterday, since there 
                                    was no news about it. Today there's a mention 
                                    in the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2002/04/04/international/middleeast/04MIDE.html" target="_blank">NYT</a>'s. 
                                    The State Department has yet to contact 
                                    the family. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    remember, in the days after 9/11, it seemed 
                                    difficult to concentrate or speak. When 
                                    I went to <a href="http://www.sfzc.org/ggfindex.htm" target="_blank">Green 
                                    Gulch</a> it was beautiful, peaceful. And 
                                    I felt better. But I thought about the fact 
                                    that while I stood there in all that peace 
                                    and beauty, horror and brutality were occurring 
                                    all over the world. It doesn't serve anyone 
                                    for me to be in a state of misery. In fact 
                                    I think the world is served by me finding 
                                    a way to stay centered and peaceful. But 
                                    there are days when I just don't have the 
                                    emotional reserves. My own problems and 
                                    the larger problems of the world seem to 
                                    melt together and it's all too much. I feel 
                                    helpless and hopeless. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Yesterday 
                                    was like that. I 
                                    got calls and e-mails and comments from my lovely friends. Thank 
                                    you. I'm lucky to know you all.</span></font>&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
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                                    <p>&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
                        5 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Fingertips 
                                    on ledge. Elbow up. Knee swings over. She's 
                                    almost there ladies and gentlemen. Having 
                                    plummeted into the valley of &nbsp;darkness 
                                    I am inching my way back up onto the ledge. 
                                    From there...well...one step at a time. 
                                    </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Many 
                                    calls, e-mails and comments warming my heart. 
                                    Thank you.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    can't really turn <a href="http://www.arabia.com/news/article/english/0,11827,173670,00.html?IE=T2" target="_blank">it</a> all off. It's not as 
                                    simple as wanting to be informed, it's like 
                                    the time I spend learning about it all, 
                                    is the least I can do. Having said that...I 
                                    know I need to limit how much time I spend 
                                    watching CNN. And even ...listening to KPFA. 
                                    Although, yesterday was <a href="http://www.kpfa.org/1pro_bio/1b_visio.htm" target="_blank">Caroline 
                                    Casey</a> day. And she can be pretty fun. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    keep forgetting to mention that there is 
                                    a new poem on the <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/USFMFA.htm" target="_blank">MFA 
                                    page</a>. Now it's Kristina, Christine and 
                                    me. And you can comment there too. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Kristina 
                                    found this <a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/mybookshelf/Fatshadow" target="_blank">fun</a> 
                                    thing to do. I discovered that I am now 
                                    listed on the <a href="http://jenett.org/ageless/search/?seek=fatshadow" target="_blank">ageless 
                                    project</a>. And I'm a <a href="http://www.blogsisters.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">BLOGSISTER</a>!!! 
                                    Thank you <a href="http://allied.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jeneane</a>!</span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify">&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">1. <b>What are the first things that you do in the morning to start your 
day?</b> Make coffee. Get some Cherrios. Turn on the computer. Read my favorite 
                                    blogs. Write my own page. Publish.<BR>2. <b>What are the last things that you do at night before 
going to bed?</b> Brush my teeth. Read (from a book). <BR>3. <b>What daily 
routine have you recently added to your day?</b> I drank a bottle of water before 
                                    anything else. But I forgot to do it today. 
                                    So much for routine.<BR>4. <b>What routine do you 
wish you get rid of?</b> I don't really have routines, other than the morning 
                                    reading/writing thing. And I like that one.<BR>5. <b>What's the one thing that makes you feel like something is 
missing if you don't do it some point within your day? </b>Read.</span></font></p>
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<p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
                        6 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;6:17 
                        AM</span></font></p>
                        
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">20/20 
                                    did an <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/sections/living/DailyNews/gastricbypass_surgery020405.html" target="_blank"><b>advertisement</b></a> 
                                    for the gastric bypass surgery. <b>Nothing</b> 
                                    but pro voices. One of the things that I 
                                    always marvel at is how the after surgery 
                                    life is shown. People are always working 
                                    out. So why can't they work out before they 
                                    submit to this risky surgery? </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">The 
                                    woman had a food addiction. She didn't deal 
                                    with it. Instead she submitted to this 
                                    costly and risky surgery.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">&nbsp;<i>&quot;Long-term risks include stomach ulcers, problems with the connection between 
the stomach and intestine. And then there are the whole series of nutritional 
problems as well.&quot;</i></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">That's 
                                    a<i> </i>quote from the doctor that does 
                                    the surgery. Ultimately he says people have 
                                    to change their lifestyle. Uhhuh. So...then...why 
                                    not...change your life style? </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Here's 
                                    what I think. I think that fat hatred is 
                                    so virulent and discouraging that fat people 
                                    live in a constant state of depression and 
                                    rage and they blame themselves for how bad 
                                    they feel. Some choose to self medicate and some 
                                    use food to do that. I wish I thought doughnuts 
                                    would cure my depression. I don't. But people, 
                                    who do eat doughnuts, in an attempt to feel 
                                    better about life, accept the idea that they are bad people 
                                    and they 
                                    need to endure something punitive. This surgery 
                                    is punitive. It is painful and risky. They 
                                    lose weight because if they eat too much 
                                    their bodies punish them. They puke. <b>Punitive</b>. 
                                    I've mentioned hearing about a woman who 
                                    had the surgery and vomited so much, for 
                                    so long, that now she has esophageal cancer. 
                                    If you were going to do  something on a &quot;<b>news</b>&quot; 
                                    show...wouldn't you mention that side of 
                                    the story? </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And 
                                    guess what. Some people, who have the surgery, 
                                    manage to eat doughnuts, puking and all, 
                                    and they gain back the weight. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">&nbsp;&quot;<i>After undergoing gastric bypass surgery, 
                                    people need to have 
support systems, and need long-term follow-up and annual visits for the rest of 
their life.&quot;</i></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">The 
                                    good doctor again. How brilliant. People 
                                    need support. Oh...and I wonder who benefits 
                                    from the need for annual visits? They lose 
                                    weight because they can't eat and they exercise 
                                    and they get support. Why not get support, 
                                    work on your food addictions, eat for health 
                                    and pleasure, and work out? </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    was depressed this week. You know what helped? 
                                    I have people in my life that love me. Many 
                                    have noticed I'm fat. </span></font></p>
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                        7 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font></p>
                        
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    found this poem <a href="http://cmdrtaco.net/poemgen.cgi" target="_blank">generator</a> 
                                    via <a href="http://kalilily.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Elaine</a> 
                                    on &nbsp;<a href="http://www.blogsisters.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Blogsisters</a>. 
                                    And this is the poem I got. </span></font>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Kinda 
                                    weird. And yet...</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                    I took <a href="http://www.caltrain.com/caltrain/" target="_blank">Caltrain</a> 
                                    to visit <a href="http://www.deardiary.net./cgi-bin/viewer.cgi?diary=26140" target="_blank">Kristina</a>. She told me what stop 
                                    to get off at but I forgot. I only knew 
                                    it had a funny rhythmic sounding name. So 
                                    I was planning on getting off at Tamien, 
                                    until I heard the conductor say <a href="http://www.transitinfo.org/cgi-bin/map_sched/C=CT?325,337" target="_blank">Diridon</a>. 
                                    The minute I heard Di-ri-don, I knew I was 
                                    wrong about Tamien.&nbsp;I jumped up and 
                                    got off the train. And there was Kristina. Phew. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    <a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/mybookshelf/Fatshadow/" target="_blank">released 
                                    </a>my first book. I had an extra copy because 
                                    Kristina had purchased me one the same day 
                                    I got my own copy. I left it in the Diridon 
                                    station. My worse fear is that it'll end 
                                    up in the lost n found. We'll see. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">We 
                                    went to a&nbsp;beach and walked around. 
                                    And then she took me out to lunch. (Thank 
                                    you) When 
                                    I got up from the table, something in the 
                                    back of my knee was just speaking to me. 
                                    And it was not saying nice things. I hobbled 
                                    to the car and took three Advil. It got 
                                    better. I musta pulled something at the 
                                    beach. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It 
                                    was great to get out of the city and hangout 
                                    with Kristina. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    forget I live in a city. SF has a small 
                                    town feel to it sometimes. You travel on 
                                    the same streets, day after day. But sitting 
                                    on a train watching the skyline disappear, 
                                    and then reappear, I remembered. It felt 
                                    like a vacation. Being in motion is good 
                                    for me. I remember that <a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/image/0011/earthlights_dmsp_big.jpg" target="_blank">the 
                                    world is big</a>. </span></font></p>
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                                    <p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Write yourself. Your body must be heard. Only then will the immense resources 
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                        8 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                    New epigraph comes from reading <a href="http://kalilily.blogspot.com/?/2002_04_07_kalilily_archive.html" target="_blank">Elaine</a>.</span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    was reading <a href="http://pagecount.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Mike 
                                    Golby</a> yesterday morning. I only read 
                                    him when I have time to concentrate. He's 
                                    an amazing writer and I love his perspective. 
                                    He was angry/hurt about a comment that someone 
                                    had left him. And he wrote a brilliant response. 
                                    And then, there was a wave of comments in 
                                    response to what he wrote, some of which 
                                    took shots at the person who attacked him. 
                                    </span></font></p>

                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">At 
                                    first I was bugged. The person who attacked 
                                    him has one of those blogs that is mostly 
                                    fun, simple, personal. I've passed by it 
                                    a few times and never book marked it. Mike's, 
                                    on the other hand, I read often. But it 
                                    bugged me that people were slamming this 
                                    person. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">One 
                                    of the things I love about the net is the 
                                    diversity. I love the mommy blogs, and the 
                                    endless cat stories, and the goofy what-thus-n-such-character-are-you&nbsp;tests. 
                                    I go to different blogs and journals for 
                                    different reasons. And I didn't want this 
                                    person to be jumped on by the &quot;bigger,smarter 
                                    kids.&quot; </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Shit. 
                                    I don't even like saying it that way, but 
                                    that's kinda how it felt. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But...<a href="http://allied.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jeneane</a>...added 
                                    this comment. &quot;<i>Don't throw slurs around half-heartedly, and if you do, expect to be challenged.&quot; 
                                    </i></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Sigh. 
                                    It's true. The person was careless with 
                                    language. Mike is prolific and eloquent 
                                    and care full. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> We have leaders who 
 put 
                                    things in <i>your either with us or against 
                                    us </i>terms. Lines are drawn everywhere. 
                                    Sometimes I want to be in the debate and 
                                    sometimes I want it all to stop. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    don't even know these people. I got caught 
                                    up in a moment of their lives because of 
                                    their language. When people ask me why I 
                                    do my page&nbsp;and spend time reading blogs, 
                                    I think about things like this. There is 
                                    passion and humanity in abundance. <a href="http://amianduri.com/ozohahi/blog/" target="_blank">This</a> 
                                    is a blog by a twelve year old. <a href="http://allied.blogspot.com/?/2002_04_07_allied_archive.html#75130488" target="_blank">This</a> 
                                    is a story by Jeneane. And this...</span></font></p>
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                                    <p>...<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">was 
                                    fun.</span></font></p>
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                        9 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;9:33 
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                    I went to bed early. Woke up at 11 and could 
                                    not sleep. Read until ... oh I don't know. 
                                    I kept trying to sleep and when I couldn't 
                                    I'd read some more. It drives me crazy when 
                                    I can't sleep.</span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I may have emerged from this last bout of 
                                    darkness with some new verve. It almost 
                                    spooks me to write that - as if the minute 
                                    I do I'll plummet again. But, I did some 
                                    work on a writing project that I've had 
                                    in the back of my mind for a while now, 
                                    and did some writing for school. 
                                    </span></font></p>

                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It 
                                    may also be owing to the fact that I'm reading 
                                    a lot. I hadn't been able to concentrate 
                                    on anything except the stuff that I read 
                                    on line. Aaron told me to read <i><a href="http://www.serve.com/ecobooks/songline.htm" target="_blank">The Song 
                                    Lines</a> </i>and mentioned that he loved <i><a href="http://weecheng.com/latin/chatwin2.htm" target="_blank">In 
                                    Patagonia</a> </i>as well. Kristina bought me 
                                    a copy of <i>Winding Paths, </i>a book of 
                                    Chatwin photos<i>. </i>So, I've 
                                    been wondering the earth with <a href="http://www.brucechatwin.com" target="_blank">Mr. Chatwin</a>. 
                                    He writes some lovely sentences. In one 
                                    section of <i>In Patagonia, </i>he write 
                                    about the Yaghan language. Their word for 
                                    depression was the same as the one used 
                                    to describe the vulnerable phase in a crab's 
                                    seasonal cycle. Works for me.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    I am&nbsp;trying to stay balanced. And, 
                                    in my never ending attempt to eat more tofu, 
                                    I made miso, tofu, kale soup and ate two big 
                                    bowls of it. And drank water. And took my 
                                    flax seed oil. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    it goes <a href="http://www.zmag.org/content/Mideast/chomsky_palestine_april2.cfm" target="_blank">on</a> and <a href="http://www.zmag.org/meastwatch/updates_from_palestine.htm" target="_blank">on</a> and <a href="http://jerusalem.indymedia.org/" target="_blank">on</a>. The <a href="http://www.democracynow.org" target="_blank">horror</a>. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">We're 
                                    reading <a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0140283358&music=&buyable=0" target="_blank"><i>Waiting 
                            For The Barbarian</i>s</a> for ethical issues. Timely. 
                                     </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Happy 
                                    birthday <a href="http://www.rutgers.edu/robeson/main.html" target="_blank">Paul 
                                    Robeson</a></span></font>.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
                        10 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                    Morning after workshop. Hide the razor blades.</span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">If 
                                    I think about it too much I'll be curled 
                                    up in a dark knot&nbsp;again. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    wanted to like <a href="http://abc.abcnews.go.com/primetime/thecourt/index.html" target="_blank">The 
                                    Court</a>. The first two shows were OK, 
                                    despite a scene in which Ms. Field has a 
                                    laughing fit that sounds like she's choking. 
                                    It seemed like it might be a good show to 
                                    wind down with after school. But last night 
                                    they did a show on the death penalty. They 
                                    seemed to be saying that yeah, innocent 
                                    people are murdered by the state, but who 
                                    we should feel sorry for is the poor folks 
                                    in the legal system, the judges who follow 
                                    the letter of the law and ignore the heart 
                                    of the law. Yuck.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And 
                                    then there was the <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2002/WORLD/meast/04/10/mideast/index.html" target="_blank">news</a>. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    I'm eating my tofu and burying my head in 
                                    a book. <a href="http://allied.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jeneane</a> 
                                    blogged <a href="http://www.thisislondon.com/dynamic/news/story.html?in_review_id=545846&in_review_text_id=511810" target="_blank">this 
                                    article</a> on <a href="http://www.blogsisters.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Blogsisters</a> 
                                    and it stirred up a bunch of thought for 
                                    me. The central concept, for me, was that 
                                    these women identify as deaf.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">A 
                                    few years ago I heard something about a 
                                    poll in which folks were given a list of 
                                    potential &quot;problems&quot; that their 
                                    baby might be born with and asked if they 
                                    knew ahead of time about the &quot;problems&quot; 
                                    would they choose to abort. The poll tallied 
                                    the numbers of - if your child had ____ 
                                    &nbsp;and you knew, would you abort. One 
                                    of the _____'s was fat. Many people would 
                                    choose to abort their babied if they knew 
                                    they would be fat. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I'm 
                                    not a statistician and this is my web journal 
                                    not a thesis, so I can't site it and I don't 
                                    remember the numbers. I just remember the 
                                    feeling I had when I heard it. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">If 
                                    you were born deaf you've never known what 
                                    life without sound is like. How can those 
                                    of us who can hear say that our experience 
                                    is better? It seems arrogant. Obviously, 
                                    I love my hearing, damaged as it is from 
                                    my days in rock-n-roll. But I do not presume 
                                    that my experience as a hearing person is 
                                    better. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It 
                                    brings up the debate in my own life - if 
                                    I could be thin would I? My position on 
                                    this is clear. No. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I've 
                                    always been fat. The thinnest I've ever 
                                    been&nbsp;was still fat. I've been thinner 
                                    than I am now but I've always been fat. 
                                    And since I live in a culture that hates 
                                    fatness I've lived as a person with an attribute 
                                    of physicality that the culture tried to 
                                    convince me I should be ashamed of and try 
                                    to change. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And 
                                    belive me, I tried.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Much 
                                    of who I am has been shaped (pun intended) 
                                    by that experience. So, why would I want 
                                    to work to reject that? If I knew my kids 
                                    would be fat would I chose not to have them? 
                                    And my kids would be fat, like my mother 
                                    and her mother and her grandmother were 
                                    fat. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I've 
                                    learned a bit about deaf politics from my 
                                    friend's Karen and Ari-Asha. Both are hearing 
                                    women who do translation. I've seen many 
                                    parallels in deaf political identity and 
                                    fat political identity. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It 
                                    seems to me that any individual life experience 
                                    has its specific gifts. I don't know the 
                                    gift of a deaf life, but I know the gift 
                                    of a fat life. </span></font>&nbsp;</p>
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                        11 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                    Drat! Comments were down yesterday. I really 
                                    can't feel mad about it. The guy that runs 
                                    <a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/" target="_blank">YACCS</a> does it for nothing. But I wanted 
                                    to read what people thought about deafness 
                                    as identity. Comments were back up when I returned 
                                    from school and I got a few. </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">The 
                                    conversation morphed a bit. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    remember when I read <i><a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0671021001&music=&buyable=0" target="_blank">She's 
                                    Come Undone</a> </i>I was struck by the 
                                    way the character refereed to her fat, as 
                                    if it was something separate, not really 
                                    her body. It's like women (and more and 
                                    more men) have these mental exacto knives 
                                    that they use to slice of the parts of their 
                                    bodies that extend beyond a perceived line 
                                    of acceptability. People do talk about their 
                                    fat as if it's a separate thing. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">For 
                                    me, fat is an attribute of who I am. Being 
                                    fat has influenced the way I am received 
                                    in the world and so it has influenced the 
                                    formation of my identity. I think it has 
                                    given me the experience of being seen as 
                                    &quot;an other.&quot; Not normal. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    argue for a broader sense of what is considered 
                                    normal, not because I think normal is that 
                                    great of an idea, but because if things 
                                    like fatness, or deafness, were read as 
                                    normal expressions of diversity then we 
                                    wouldn't look for ways to avoid or change 
                                    them. We'd celebrate the experiences that 
                                    they engender. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">If 
                                    you have a deaf friend you have to become 
                                    more aware of how to communicate. You can't 
                                    assume that they hear what is going on around 
                                    them. If you are with them you notice the 
                                    ways in which your experience is shaped 
                                    by your hearing. You begin to hear with 
                                    consciousness. That would be a&nbsp;gift 
                                    of having a deaf friend.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">When 
                                    I was nineteen&nbsp;I was in an accident 
                                    in which my foot&nbsp;was pulled under the 
                                    wheel of a truck. It was pretty bad and 
                                    I have a&nbsp;huge scar, but the doctor 
                                    said that, perhaps, because I was fat, my 
                                    foot was protected and not damaged to the 
                                    extent that it could have been. That's a 
                                    tangible gift of being fat. Other gifts 
                                    are gifts of experience and a bit more difficult 
                                    to describe. But they are about consciousness.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    think there is a way in which you can protect 
                                    diversity and enjoy diversity but not read 
                                    it as ... not normal. I'm all for throwing 
                                    out the word normal all together. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I'm 
                                    worried that all this sounds very abstract. 
                                    It is about language and how we talk and 
                                    think about things. But, for me, these women 
                                    choosing to have a child who shared an attribute 
                                    of their identity was not necessarily ... 
                                    wrong. If they had been a deaf man and a 
                                    deaf women choosing to have a baby who would 
                                    likely be deaf I'm not sure they would get 
                                    as much notice. Although, they might get 
                                    some people telling them not to have a baby. 
                                    I don't know. But these women had to get 
                                    sperm from some where and they made a choice 
                                    to get the sperm from someone in their community 
                                    of identity. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It 
                                    is complicated.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Speaking 
                                    of comments, I added them to the <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/rdoor.htm" target="_blank">refrigerator 
                                    door</a> and the <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/USFMFA.htm" target="_blank">MFA</a> 
                                    page. Heh. </span></font></p>
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                        12 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                    I was dusting. I have a collection of perfume 
                                    bottles. Not as big as my salt-n-pepper 
                                    shaker collection, but there are a few. And as 
                                    much as I like all my little things...they 
                                    are dust gathers. Anyway, I was dusting 
                                    and I noticed the little perfume bottle 
                                    that I bought for my mother when I was a 
                                    kid. </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It 
                                    was Christmas and a department store (maybe 
                                    Gimbals or Kaufmens) did a thing for kids. It was a 
                                    little elf factory kinda thing and you went 
                                    in and picked out the present that you wanted 
                                    to buy for your parents. I found the perfume 
                                    bottle and I was so excited. It's blue crystal, 
                                    three sided, very sweet. I didn't have enough 
                                    money and I went to ask my grandmother for 
                                    more. She tried to talk me out of it and 
                                    was all mad because they were selling a 
                                    perfume bottle with no perfume. She didn't 
                                    see the beauty. After much fussing, she did give me the money. 
                                    My mom said she liked it, but I don't think 
                                    she really understood a perfume bottle with 
                                    no perfume. I come from practical 
                                    women. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It 
                                    wasn't a big trauma but I do remember it. 
                                    I remember the feeling of wanting to get 
                                    this beautiful treasure for my mom, and 
                                    my grandmother's irritation with the store 
                                    &nbsp;for selling a kid a high priced bottle, 
                                    and mom trying to be happy about the gift. 
                                    I was visiting her a few years ago and she 
                                    gave it to me. She wasn't mean about it. 
                                    She knows I have these perfume bottles and 
                                    that I like that sort of thing. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It's 
                                    not a big therapy moment. It was just a 
                                    muse of the day.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://kalilily.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Elaine</a> 
                                    found this <a href="http://www.bombay.com/" target="_blank">journa</a>l 
                                    from this West Bank. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">My 
                                    heart is blown open. I did a <a href="http://www.daypop.com/search?q=%22Michael+Lerner+and+Cornel+West%22&t=a" target="_blank">Day 
                                    Pop</a> search on </span></font><FONT face="Arial,times"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Michael Lerner and Cornel West 
because I wanted to write about their demonstration in front of the State department. 
                                    The only thing I had been able to find was 
                                    this insulting <a href="http://www.salon.com/news/feature/2002/04/12/tikkun/index_np.html" target="_blank">Salon</a> 
                                    article. And I saw Mike Golby's page in 
                                    the links. I wanted to see what Mike had 
                                    to say about it so I clicked and ...there 
                                    is <a href="http://pagecount.blogspot.com/?/2002_04_07_pagecount_archive.html" target="_blank">my 
                                    name</a> and my words. Pow. I bit my lip. 
                                    Felt a wave of worry that I had written 
                                    badly and said something that Mike might 
                                    have taken in an unkind way. But no. He 
                                    writes about me in a way that I only hope 
                                    I am. </span></FONT></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><FONT face="Arial,times"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Oh 
                                    yeah...and <a href="http://pagecount.blogspot.com/?/2002_04_07_pagecount_archive.html" target="_blank">Lerner</a> 
                                    and <a href="http://www.cornelwest.com/" target="_blank">West</a> 
                                    did a <a href="http://www.webactive.com/pacifica/demnow/dn20020411.html" target="_blank">demonstration</a> 
                                    in front of the state department. I'm still 
                                    in a swoon from seeing my name on Mike's 
                                    blog so I'm not even going to try to write 
                                    much more except to say, in response to 
                                    the salon article, who needs a microphone 
                                    when you have a blog. </span></FONT></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><FONT face="Arial,times"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Peace. 
                                    </span></FONT></p>
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                                    <font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>1. What is your favorite restaurant and why? </b><a href="http://www.bayinsider.com/auto_docs/dining/31768.html" target="_blank">Da 
                                    Flora</a> It's close. It's sweet. The food 
                                    is great. Flora and Mary Beth are the coolest. 
                                    &nbsp;<b><BR>2. What 
fast food restaurant are you partial to? </b>None.<b><BR>3. What are your standards and rules for tipping? 
                                    </b>Twenty to twenty-five percent. <b><BR>4. Do you usually 
order an appetizer and/or dessert? </b>Of course. (pun intended.)<b><BR>5. What do you usually order to drink at a restaurant? 
                                    </b>Water, wine, <a href="http://www.bombay.com/" target="_blank">Bombay 
                                    Sapphire</a> martini up with a twist, coffee. 
                                    <b><BR><BR></b></span></font>
                                    <p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></font></p>
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                                    <p>&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
                        13 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
                        &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;9:17 
                        AM</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                    bobbi is celebrating her <a href="http://www.cobaltika.com/current.html" target="_blank">site</a> 
                                    birthday. Celebrating by giving us her amazing 
                                    art. Thank you, bobbi!</span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I've been negligent. I shoulda talked about 
                                    this earlier in the week in case anyone 
                                    might want to go. There was <a href="http://www.examiner.com/ex_files/default.jsp?story=X0411FATw" target="_blank">this</a> 
                                    Examiner piece. I've been irritated by the 
                                    fact that I couldn't find the poster on 
                                    line. <a href="http://www.bigdance.org/" target="_blank">Big 
                                    Dance</a> has a site, as does <a href="http://www.bigmoves.org" target="_blank">Big 
                                    Moves</a>, but not with this 
                                    poster.  I'm never sure my scans work, since 
                                    I don't take the time to understand pixel 
                                    counts. But I scanned the postcard so it 
                                    could be seen on line, even if only by the 
                                    folks that stop by for my silliness. </span></font></p>

                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Some 
                                    of the comments about the poster, as read 
                                    in the article, made me cranky. &quot;Oh 
                                    ...they're really fat!&quot; Gee da ya think? 
                                    </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Oprah 
                                    did a repeat of her <a href="http://www.oprah.com/tows/pastshows/tows_2002/tows_past_20020117.jhtml" target="_blank">whatit'sliketobefat</a> 
                                    show, featuring the women from <a href="http://www.thesizeofit.com" target="_blank">The 
                                    Size of It</a>. I don't know why I watched 
                                    it since it pissed me off so much the first 
                                    time. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Can 
                                    I just say one thing? (Why yes Tish, it's 
                                    your page...you can say as many things as 
                                    you want.) If every women who had ever been 
                                    molested was fat...there would be many more 
                                    fat women. Women don't get fat because they 
                                    were molested. They get fat because 1, they 
                                    have a genetic predisposition to be fat 
                                    and 2,3,4,5 etc., there are a multitude of things that 
                                    happen in a body. No one knows why people 
                                    get fat. Diet and exercise are not the only 
                                    factors. Even Oprah says diets don't work. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">If 
                                    you haven't read much of the <a href="http://www.healthyweight.net/" target="_blank">health at any 
                                    size</a> material and only hear the surgeon 
                                    general you may be scratching your head 
                                    thinking what is she ranting about? </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    just get so bugged with Oprah looking for 
                                    &quot;the reason&quot; people are fat in 
                                    their psychology. It may be a factor, but 
                                    fatness is an attribute of physicality. 
                                    People are tall and short. People are a 
                                    gender. People have nose shapes, skin colors, 
                                    eye colors, moles, toes that curl up in 
                                    different ways. People are fat.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And the show was 
                                    full of fat hatred that went unchallenged. 
                                    A mother buys kitchen chairs that her daughter 
                                    can't fit into and professes ignorance. 
                                    A &quot;best friend&quot; is honest enough 
                                    ( I'm choking now) to admit that she is 
                                    embarrassed by her fat friend's weight. A mother 
                                    says she is embarrassed by her fat daughter 
                                    in public. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I'm 
                                    going to see the fat dancers tonight. I'm 
                                    hoping it's going to be fat Xanadu. I'm 
                                    going to watch fat women do art in a way 
                                    that they have been told they can not do 
                                    it...with their bodies. </span></font></p>
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<p>&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
                        14 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                     The <a href="http://www.bigdance.org/" target="_blank">Dancing 
                                    </a>was great! The naked fat girl image 
                                    from the poster was from a piece in which 
                                    they strike a variety of poses and look 
                                    like a live <a href="http://www.pencomputing.com/dim/images/exhibits/botero/botero1.jpg" target="_blank">sculpture</a> 
                                    or a painting by <a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/ftptoc/titian_ext.html" target="_blank">Rubens</a> 
                                    or <a href="http://www.artchive.com/artchive/ftptoc/titian_ext.html" target="_blank">Titian</a>. 
                                    It was art. </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.fcbd.com/" target="_blank">Fat 
                                    Chance Belly Dance</a> was great, as always. 
                                    And the group from <a href="http://www.bigmoves.org" target="_blank">Big 
                                    Moves</a> were wonderful. <a href="http://www.fatso.com" target="_blank">Marilyn</a> 
                                    was the cutest! &nbsp;I guess I could be 
                                    more descriptive but ... it was just great 
                                    to see fat bodies in motion. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=380021" target="_blank">Kara</a> 
                                    and <a href="http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=380041" target="_blank">Kobi</a> 
                                    and I went to <a href="http://bayarea.citysearch.com/profile/889416/" target="_blank">Timo's</a> 
                                    for dinner before the concert. <a href="http://www.ci.sf.ca.us/bdsupvrs/supervisors/ammiano.htm">Tom 
                                    Ammiano</a> was there. I love Tom. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    said, &quot;Thank you for your work Tom.&quot; 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">He 
                                    smiled and said,&quot; Thank you.&quot; 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Heh.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">How 
                                    bout <a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=578&ncid=578&e=2&u=/nm/20020414/ts_nm/venezuela_dc_79" target="_blank">Venezuela</a>? 
                                    They have the president they want. Not the 
                                    one chosen for them by the oil companies. 
                                    Hmmm. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://kalilily.blogspot.com/?/2002_04_07_kalilily_archive.html" target="_blank">Elaine</a> 
                                    and <a href="http://allied.blogspot.com/?/2002_04_07_allied_archive.html#85003961" target="_blank">Jeneane</a> 
                                    both wrote about not wanting to write about 
                                    world affairs or take sides. I rarely feel 
                                    incompetent to opine on these things but I 
                                    do have strong feelings. When I came home 
                                    last night I clicked on CNN and heard about 
                                    <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2002/WORLD/americas/04/14/venezuela/index.html" target="_blank">Venezuela</a> 
                                    and <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2002/WORLD/meast/04/14/mideast/index.html" target="_blank">Powell's 
                                    visit with Arafat</a>. I watched the video 
                                    of the suicide bomber. It all enters my 
                                    heart and I have strong visceral reactions. 
                                    I run to the <a href="http://www.zmag.org/meastwatch/meastwat.htm" target="_blank">places 
                                    I trust </a>for insight, knowing that they 
                                    have their bias. I figure I get the other 
                                    bias on CNN. It doesn't seem as simple as 
                                    taking sides. It doesn't seem simple at 
                                    all.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It's 
                                    hard to write about Tapas and dancers and 
                                    not mention that while I have a lovely night 
                                    in SF with lovely friends, the world is 
                                    engaged in something large and horrifying 
                                    and fragile. Mentioning it doesn't do much. 
                                    It may be my way of reassuring myself. Imagining 
                                    that being aware of it all is enough. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">&nbsp;<a href="http://www.burningbird.net/weblog/2002_04_01_burningbird_archive.php#85003278" target="_blank">Shelly</a> 
                                    wrote about thinking about it all while 
                                    waiting to cross the Golden Gate bridge. 
                                    </span></font></p>
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                                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&quot;With these thoughts in my mind, I look up and see that the fog still lingers at 
the Bridge, but decide to hell with it -- if I wait for clear days I'll never 
cross Golden Gate. As I start to cross, I am met with a totally unexpected view: 
the fog has somehow formed a tunnel over and around the Bridge, but <b>the road 
itself is clear</b>.&quot;</i><BR></span></font></td>
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                                    <p>&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Wouldn't 
                                    that be nice?</span></font></p>
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                        15 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font></p>
                        
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                     One 
                                    of the dancers from Big Dance, Terryl Atkins,&nbsp;went 
                                    swimming with us. It was great having a 
                                    chance to talk with her. She's very cool.</span></font>                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">My 
                                    head has been full of thoughts about fat 
                                    identity. There is a moment in life when 
                                    a fat person decides that they aren't going 
                                    to go on a diet for the 800th time. They're 
                                    going to attempt to accept their bodies 
                                    and get on with life. But, generally,&nbsp;they 
                                    still want to be thin. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I've 
                                    talked about hearing the line <i>&quot;<a href="http://www.science.uva.nl/~robbert/zappa/albums/We_re_Only_In_It_For_The_Money/16.html" target="_blank">there 
                                    will come a time when you won't even be 
                                    ashamed if you are fat</a>.&quot;</i> in 
                                    a Frank Zappa song. I was fifteen and it 
                                    was thrilling. And there was <a href="http://www.casselliot.com/" target="_blank">Cass</a>. 
                                    Hippie culture gave me these kooky ideas 
                                    about my body. My body was beautiful and 
                                    loveable at any size. I didn't really belive 
                                    them but I hoped they were true. But, I&nbsp;also 
                                    hoped I could be&nbsp;be thin. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    had my rock-n-roll band, Fatshadow. I tried 
                                    to be bold and exude self acceptance. But, 
                                    I was still hoping I'd be thin.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    worked out in gyms, lived on pineapple, 
                                    hiked though the mountains of India, shoved 
                                    cocaine up my nose. I processed my inner 
                                    pain. I wrote affirmations about loving 
                                    my body. I stayed fat. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">At 
                                    a certain point hoping for&nbsp;a size positive 
                                    world and pretending I loved my fat body 
                                    became the louder voices and I started questioning 
                                    my desire to be thin. And there was this 
                                    inner click. It was decades in the making. 
                                    I am fat. It is an attribute of my physicality. 
                                    The reasons begin in my DNA and are layered 
                                    with the effects of my attempts to be thin. 
                                    I am not to blame. I am not ashamed. In 
                                    fact...I'm proud. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It's 
                                    an odd positioning when substantive parts 
                                    of your identity form around an attribute 
                                    of your physicality. Odd and essential for 
                                    those of us who are shunted to the margins. 
                                    We won't stay in those margins any more. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    those of us who come out of the margins 
                                    bear a different kind of weight. The first 
                                    <a href="http://www.bigdance.org/" target="_blank">dance</a> 
                                    company of fat dancers, the first fat <a href="http://www.radiancemagazine.com/spring_00/spring00_weight_lifting.htm" target="_blank">Olympian</a>, 
                                    the first fat <a href="http://www.fitnessfuncentral.com/" target="_blank">aerobics</a> 
                                    teacher. When people challenge the assumptions 
                                    of popular culture, especially those assumptions 
                                    that prop up a <a href="http://www.healthyweight.net/editor.htm#98-2" target="_blank">cash 
                                    cow</a>, those people become icons. The 
                                    hopes&nbsp;of so many depend on their success. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Swimming 
                                    and having lunch took an inordinate amount 
                                    of time. I didn't really get much done when 
                                    I got home. So today I must write and write. 
                                    </span></font></p>
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                        16 
                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                     So....hours ago...I finished writing a 
                                    lovely little page... if I do say so myself.</span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And 
                                    then...my computer crashed. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    don't think I can reconstruct the original. 
                                    I don't even know if I want to. I was writing 
                                    about writing, since that's what I did most 
                                    of yesterday and I was feeling pretty pleased 
                                    with myself. But it was a little hyper meta, 
                                    I suppose. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.democracynow.org" target="_blank">Amy</a> 
                                    had Sharah Shields&nbsp;reading <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/views02/0410-01.htm" target="_blank">her 
                                    piece</a> on <a href="http://www.webactive.com/pacifica/demnow/dn20020416.html" target="_blank">Democracy 
                                    Now</a> today.</span></font></p>
<P align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&quot;When people are humiliated, and have no homes to return to because the homes 
have been destroyed by the occupying army, When people are humiliated, and have 
no family to hold them in their arms because they have been shot and unable to 
get medical care, When people are humiliated, and have no hope for the future, 
They see no alternative to violence.&quot;</i></span></font></P>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Yesterday 
                                    I listened to <a href="http://www.gandhiinstitute.org/" target="_blank">Ghandi's 
                                    grandson</a> on <a href="http://www.KPFA.org" target="_blank">KPFA</a>.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&quot;Nonviolence is also about not judging people as we perceive them to be � that 
is, a murderer is not born a murderer; a terrorist is not born a terrorist. 
People become murderers, robbers and terrorists because of circumstances and 
experiences in life. Killing or confining murders, robbers, terrorists, or the 
like is not going to rid this world of them. For every one we kill or confine we 
create another hundred to take their place. What we need to do is 
dispassionately analyze both the circumstances that create such monsters and how 
we can help eliminate those circumstances. Focusing our efforts on the monsters, 
rather than what creates the monsters, will not solve the problems of violence.&quot; 
                                    </i></span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And 
                                    then I read <a href="http://kalilily.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Elaine</a> 
                                    posting on <a href="http://www.blogsisters.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Blogsisters</a> 
                                    about the <a href="http://www.blogsisters.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">dark 
                                    side</a>. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&quot;How can working with the &quot;dark side&quot; help here? Again I submit that if you 
believe darkness is a given part of our nature, then denying that is meant to be 
a part of our lives can leave us unbalanced, less than whole. Everyone knows 
someone who has gone to extremes in their lifestyle or belief system; the 
pendulum swing from angel to devil -- from atheist to zealot. When all around us 
is evidence of polarity in the wholeness of nature, denying our other half can 
be neurotic folly.&quot;</i></span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">All 
                                    this came together for me as I faced the 
                                    prospect of rewriting my page. One of my 
                                    responses to the misery of listening to 
                                    <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2002/WORLD/meast/04/16/amin.jenin.otsc/index.html" target="_blank">CNN</a> 
                                    is to make some kind of attempt at understanding 
                                    my own violence. I'll let ya know how that 
                                    goes.</span></font></p>
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                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
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                        AM</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                     There may be a person, or two, who stop 
                                    by my page on Wednesday to see if I'll write 
                                    about the lockjaw expression on my face 
                                    from the night before. Or maybe they didn't 
                                    notice. Maybe I masked it well. There may 
                                    be a time when concealing your emotions 
                                    keeps you out of jail. Heh.</span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Yes. 
                                    I have a <a href="http://www.buddhanature.com/buddha/blackdakini.html" target="_blank">dark 
                                    side</a>. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Kelly 
                                    Rock Hill sent some poems for the <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/USFMFA.htm" target="_blank">MFA 
                                    page</a>. You can leave her some lovely 
                                    comments. Or send her e-mail to tell her 
                                    how wonderful her poems are. So far the 
                                    only people who send me stuff are the poets. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Italy 
                                    <a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/europe/story.jsp?story=285843" target="_blank">ground 
                                    to a halt</a>. I love <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/world/europe/newsid_1933000/1933409.stm" target="_blank">this</a>.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">More 
                                    school tonight. </span></font></p>
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                                    <p>&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
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                        2002 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;8:58 
                        AM</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                     It's possible that I prattle on and on 
                                    about sustaining complexity. Oh well.</span></font>                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&quot;This is what facile comparisons do--they nullify understanding the complexity of 
the observed phenomena by a rush of outrage heating the throat and staining the 
adversary with the vomit of borrowed or vicarious condemnation.&quot; - </i></span></font><SPAN style="font-size:10pt; text-transform:uppercase;"><font face="Arial"><a href="http://www.thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=special&s=breytenbach20020410" target="_blank">Breyten Breytenbach</a></font></SPAN><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i> </i></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">In 
                                    class last night we were discussing <a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0767902890&music=&buyable=0" target="_blank">The 
            Things They Carried</a>. I found it difficult to jump into the conversation. 
                                    For the most part, I agreed with everything 
                                    people were saying. It's a well written 
                                    book that, for me,&nbsp;accomplishes one 
                                    thing. It sustains complexity. It neither 
                                    glorifies war nor does it take an anti war 
                                    position. It is an anti war book for me 
                                    but that's just my reaction to hearing about 
                                    young men with guns, far away from home, 
                                    trying to stay alive. But the book is about 
                                    telling a war story and the tenderness 
                                    of that task. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">So, 
                                    how do we do this? How do I wake up and 
                                    check for news from <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/israel/comment/0,10551,685169,00.html" target="_blank">the front</a> and then write 
                                    about how annoying my bus ride to school 
                                    was? The only thing that I want to write 
                                    is the thing that makes it stop. But I'm 
                                    not that inspired. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    it does seem important to say <a href="http://www.info.org.il/english/death.html" target="_blank">something</a>.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    support a two state solution. I support 
                                    the right of return. I support the existence 
                                    of the Jewish homeland. I can't imagine 
                                    how these two peoples are going to live 
                                    together after all they've done to each 
                                    other. But someone has to imagine something. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    get nervous when things are divided by two. 
                                    You're either with us or against us. You're 
                                    pro Palestinian or pro Israeli. You're a 
                                    war blogger or a peace blogger. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Neither 
                                    war nor peace is a steady state. They are 
                                    both a process. Maybe Dylan says this best. 
                                    <a href="http://bobdylan.com/songs/itsalright.html" target="_blank">&quot;</a><i><a href="http://bobdylan.com/songs/itsalright.html" target="_blank">That 
                                    he not busy being born is busy dying.&quot;</a></i></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Today 
                                    I'm doing a little of both.</span></font></p>
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                        AM</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> 
                                     I slept late. Dunno why. </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    was awake late reading <a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0140094296&music=&buyable=0" target="_blank">The 
                            Song Lines</a>. I'd was just about bored with it 
                                    (which says more about my state of mind 
                                    than the book) and then in the middle of 
                                    the book <a href="http://www.brucechatwin.com" target="_blank">Chatwin</a> 
                                    is temporarily stranded in the middle of 
                                    Australia. He sits down at a desk and pulls 
                                    out his note books. Then a section of the 
                                    book is from those note books. It's pretty 
                                    amazing. It's about writing. It never says...this 
                                    is the way to write...but it shows the things 
                                    that Chatwin thought important enough to 
                                    make note of, and the ways in which he does 
                                    that. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Chatwin 
                                    is almost absent as the narrator in &nbsp;<a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=014011291X&music=&buyable=0" target="_blank">In 
                            Patagonia</a> and&nbsp;<a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0140094296&music=&buyable=0" target="_blank">The 
                            Song Lines</a>. He's the one seeing and hearing 
                                    and asking the questions and through those 
                                    things you know a bit about how he feels. 
                                    But, really, you are just seeing though 
                                    his eyes and words and you are&nbsp;left 
                                    to your own responses. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">So 
                                    entering into his notebooks is like entering 
                                    into his heart. His concerns are about being 
                                    perennially restless. He writes about being 
                                    on the move and the metaphysical implications 
                                    and the variety of things that one witnesses 
                                    and how that all adds up and feeds a personal 
                                    theology, or mythology, or pathology. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I've 
                                    moved around a bit. It always felt like 
                                    I was moving to avoid suicide. My helplessness 
                                    became overwhelming and I moved. I put all 
                                    my hope in the catalyst of movement. In 
                                    the first days of travelling I feel free. 
                                    I can feel the tension of who ever I have 
                                    been slipping away and I feel free to recreate 
                                    who I am. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    who I am has consistent patterns some of 
                                    which I've deconstructed, some of which 
                                    still tyrannize my heart, some of which 
                                    I value. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Reading 
                                    the Chatwin notebooks settled me into deep 
                                    ruminations. And I noticed a synchronisity 
                                    in his reverence for&nbsp;walking and <a href="http://staceys.booksense.com/NASApp/store/IndexJsp?GXHC_GX_jst=90c77147662d6164&GXHC_gx_session_id_store=6e1b9d4e4ae5e568&s=showproduct&isbn=0140286012" target="_blank">Wanderlust</a>. 
                                    Since I don't drive I have always walked. 
                                    But as my knees deteriorate I walk less 
                                    and less. And I feel the loss. So I was 
                                    determined to walk this morning.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Then, 
                                    in the middle of the night, I rolled over 
                                    and my knee popped. Gawdfuckingdammit. It 
                                    hurt so bad. And I woke up having dreams 
                                    that I had moved back to New York.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">What 
                                    does it all mean <a href="http://newton.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/aat/cR/crumb_r4.html" target="_blank">Mr. 
                                    Natural</a>? </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.KPFA.org" target="_blank">KPFA</a> 
                                    did a <a href="http://www.kpfa.org/0_events0418.htm" target="_blank">day 
                                    of reporting</a> on the Middle East, featuring 
                                    reports from <a href="http://electronicintifada.net/diaries/archives/00000138.shtml" target="_blank">Jenin</a>. 
                                    I sat in paralysis listening to it all. 
                                    After reading <a href="http://pagecount.blogspot.com/?/2002_04_14_pagecount_archive.html" target="_blank">Mike's 
                                    blog</a> and because of some discussion 
                                    in <a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0140094296&music=&buyable=0" target="_blank">The 
                            Song Lines</a> of Aboriginal notions of the land, their rights 
                                    and song 
                                    lines, I am rethinking my support for the 
                                    two state solution. I think I just want 
                                    some acknowledgment of the rights of both 
                                    Jews and Palestinians to live where they 
                                    live. And, sometimes,&nbsp;I am foolish 
                                    enough to imagine that&nbsp;can be delineated 
                                    by the demarcation of land. <a href="http://www.newseum.org/berlinwall/index.htm" target="_blank">Clearly 
                                    that does not work</a>. I am still clear 
                                    about the right of return. So, then how 
                                    do that many people even fit in a small 
                                    amount of space with limited resources? 
                                    And how does the state encourage truth and 
                                    reconciliation? </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    am also clear that <a href="http://jerusalem.indymedia.org/news/2002/04/13987.php" target="_blank">this</a> 
                                    is unacceptable.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/herbert/thecall.htm" target="_blank">Sigh</a>.</span></font></p>
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                        AM 
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Yikes! 
                                    I forgot the Friday Five!</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>What's your favorite TV show and why? 
                                    </b>I like the <a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_West_Wing/index.html" target="_blank">West 
                                    Wing</a>. I like to pretend that it's the 
                                    real White House. I like <a href="http://www.darkangeltheseries.com/" target="_blank">Dark 
                                    Angel</a>, (a fact that confuses me). But 
                                    the truth is I mostly watch <a href="http://www.ci.sf.ca.us/bdsupvrs/" target="_blank">the 
                                    Supes</a> all week and <a href="http://www.booktv.org/" target="_blank">Book 
                                    TV</a> on the weekend. I don't so much watch 
                                    it all as I have it on in the back ground 
                                    while I'm reading blogs. Heh.<BR><b>Who is your favorite television star?</b> <a href="http://abc.abcnews.go.com/primetime/thepractice/bios/camryn_manheim.html" target="_blank">Camryn 
                                    Manheim</a>.<BR><b>What was your favorite TV show as a child?</b> I 
                                    watched movies on Saturday with <a href="http://www.angelfire.com/ct2/dimple/index.html" target="_blank">Shirley 
                                    Temple</a>. And then I would dance and sing 
                                    around the house.<BR><b>What show do you think should have been cancelled by now?</b> Uh...I 
                                    don't have enough web space&nbsp;to start 
                                    that list.<BR><b>What new show do you hope escapes the axe this season?</b> I...um...just 
                                    don't&nbsp;care. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Television 
                                    is a good drug. I'll be the first to admit 
                                    that I enjoy zoning out with a little shiny 
                                    story. And I often have the television on 
                                    in the back ground, a particularly bad habit. 
                                    I have the radio on in the morning and switch 
                                    to the TV in the afternoon and evening. 
                                    I do listen to many of&nbsp;those kooky 
                                    <a href="http://www.ci.sf.ca.us/bdsupvrs/budget/notice.htm" target="_blank">meetings</a> 
                                    and <a href="http://www.c-span.org/" target="_blank">C-SPAN</a>. 
                                    But I have a few shows that I watch just 
                                    for fun. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    don't know why I'm into the chicks who kick 
                                    ass shows, but I am. <a href="http://www.darkangeltheseries.com/" target="_blank">Dark 
                                    Angel</a> occasionally does some interesting 
                                    things about genetic engineering. Max is 
                                    a person who perceives herself as a freak. 
                                    I can relate to that. <a href="http://abc.abcnews.go.com/primetime/alias/intro/indexmain56k.html" target="_blank">Alias</a> 
                                    ... I dunno...there's some character development...I 
                                    guess. But I really do like watching these 
                                    women smacking down bad guys. So much for 
                                    my pacifism. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Sunday 
                                    nights is a TV night for me. I watch <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/60minutes/main3415.shtml" target="_blank">Sixty 
                                    Minutes</a>, <a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/education_of_max_bickford/" target="_blank">Max 
                                    Bickford</a>, <a href="http://abc.abcnews.go.com/primetime/alias/intro/indexmain56k.html" target="_blank">Alias</a> 
                                    and <a href="http://abc.abcnews.go.com/primetime/thepractice/index.html" target="_blank">The 
                                    Practice</a>. There's really no other night 
                                    that I watch that many shows in a row and 
                                    I don't always get through them all and 
                                    I'm usually either at the computer, or I 
                                    have a book or magazine in my hand while 
                                    I watch. It's a tragically American thing 
                                    to do. Over stimulate. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    it is a comfort sometimes. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And 
                                    I often find myself wincing from the bad 
                                    body politics pervasive on TV. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.nbc.com/Will_&_Grace/index.html" target="_blank">Will 
                                    and Grace</a> is a great example. I watch 
                                    the show. I have laughed out loud at the 
                                    show. But they make fat jokes in almost 
                                    every episode. Every time I see one of those 
                                    <a href="http://www.nbc.com/nbc/footer/tmyk/pgv_psa_diversity.html" target="_blank">Themoreyouknow</a> 
                                    things&nbsp;I wonder if they will ever tell 
                                    the truth about fat bodies and not use fatness 
                                    for a quick laugh. Teach tolerance? My fat 
                                    ass!</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    remember the first time I saw <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2002/SHOWBIZ/TV/04/18/ally.mcbeal.ap/index.html" target="_blank">Alley 
                                    Mc Beal</a>. I had left a class early and 
                                    was in a terrible mood. I thought I'd watch 
                                    TV and chill out. I'd heard everyone raving 
                                    about Alley so...I watched. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Ally 
                                    is warned to 
be ready for Harry Pippen, a lawyer that she will trying a case against in court. 
                                    Pippen is fat. Very fat. He has some kind 
                                    of collapse and Alley &quot;saves&quot; 
                                    him with mouth to mouth, only after she 
                                    grimaces at the thought of putting her mouth 
                                    on his. Pippen's fiancee Angela shows up to thank Ally for saving Pippen. He  has angina 
                                    because he's nervous about their upcoming 
nuptials. Angela is also fat. She cracks 
Ally's back when she hugs her. Grrr.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Pippen confesses 
                                    to Alley that he's afraid he's marrying Angela, not because she is the one, but because 
she's the only. Alley says something about keeping the promise you make to yourself 
                                    as a child to wait for true love. Pippen 
                                    calls off the wedding. Angela comes back 
                                    and tells Alley that &quot;people like them...aren't 
                                    going to get true love&quot;, or something 
                                    like that. Ally tells Pippen that he should marry Angela because 
                                    the worst thing 
for your heart is loneliness. Uhuh.</span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">At 
                                    the wedding, as the couple gets into the 
                                    limo to drive off into wedded bliss, Pippen 
                                    gives Alley one last look of longing. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Maybe 
                                    the worst thing for your heart is believing 
                                    that because you are fat you should never 
                                    expect anyone to love you, or want you sexually, 
                                    unless it's because they are also someone 
                                    who can't expect to be loved. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">By 
                                    the time I turned off the television I was 
                                    a full state of rage and despair. The show 
                                    is being cancelled. I could care less. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Television 
                                    is full of &nbsp;land mines. </span></font></p>
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                        AM 
                                     </span></font></p>
                        
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.actionsf.org/" target="_blank">International 
                                    Action</a> and &nbsp;<a href="http://guest.xinet.com/rts/" target="_blank">Reclaim 
                                    the Streets</a> organized demos yesterday 
                                    in solidarity with events in <a href="http://www.unitedwemarch.org/article.php?id=59" target="_blank">DC</a>. 
                                    I tried to overcome my agoraphobia but...people 
                                    scare me. Right after 9/11, I went to a 
                                    few things. It was good to be with people 
                                    and yet...too quickly things de-evolve into 
                                    over simple bifurcation and rhetoric. Still, 
                                    I'm 
                                    glad there were <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2002/04/21/MN137395.DTL" target="_blank">folks</a> out in the streets. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    did something completely ridiculous instead. 
                                    I played with my <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/SIMS.htm" target="_blank">SIMS</a>. 
                                    It's been months. They have a <a href="http://thesims.ea.com/us/index.html?frame_src_content=/us/about/vacation/" target="_blank">new expansion 
                                    pack</a> and I didn't run right out and get 
                                    it. I wondered if I was done. It is way 
                                    too much like life. You have to keep them 
                                    fed, clean, employed, and the worse part, 
                                    happy. There's always something going wrong. 
                                    Floods, fires, pestilence.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    I knew I needed to space out. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It's 
                                    impossible to describe the obsessive inner 
                                    story telling that goes on when I play. 
                                    It's exactly the way it was when I played 
                                    with dolls. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">The 
                                    family that I played with is named the Kahil's. 
                                    They are a combination of families. I made 
                                    a group of different people with the intention 
                                    of marrying them to other people in other 
                                    houses. At first there was Lee, an Asian 
                                    fellow. Aisha, a very pale white woman who 
                                    wears an Oriental print dress. And&nbsp;twin sisters, 
                                    Riz and Bertice, who are fat and black and wear sarongs. 
                                    (Bertice wears a turban!) </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Riz 
                                    married and moved into the Hawaiian household. Bertice 
                                    married and moved into the Jones household. 
                                    Aisha 
                                    courted a woman, Tina who wears raver cloths and 
                                    has blue hair. She has a son, Lee. He's 
                                    Asian. She left her girl friend (don't worry 
                                    -&nbsp;she hooked up with one of the boys 
                                    in the loft.) and moved in with the Kahil's. 
                                    Lee married Mae Ling, an Asian 
                                    woman who used to live with the monks. They had a baby girl, Leah, 
                                    who 
                                    looks nothing like them. I dunno how that 
                                    happened. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">See, 
                                    there are things you can control in the 
                                    game, and things 
                                    you can not.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> Getting two people to fall 
                                    in love and get married is fun, but not 
                                    always easy.&nbsp;There's lots of flirting 
                                    and eating and playing chess or watching 
                                    TV. There's the proposal and the cute little 
                                    SIMS wedding. And then ...life goes on. 
                                    Work. Sleep. Eat. Poop. Watch TV. Try to 
                                    do some self improvement and have a relationship 
                                    or two. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">After 
                                    all the moving around, the story became that 
                                    Aisha&nbsp;is Mae Ling's daughter and Tina&nbsp;is 
                                    Lee's. (you know...from their former marriages) 
                                    So, when Aisha married Tina, Tina and her 
                                    son (named Lee after his grandfather) moved 
                                    in, Lee met Aisha's mother, Mae Ling 
                                    and fell in love! So now they all live together. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Still 
                                    with me?</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">There 
                                    are things that happen that you can not 
                                    control. A bear comes in the middle of the 
                                    night, on tip toes, and digs in the trash, 
                                    which is so noisy that it wakes everyone 
                                    up. Then the bear tip toes away. So cute!</span></font></p>
                                    <table align="center" border="0" width="381">
                                        <tr>
                                            <td width="186" height="131">
                                                <p><img src="Kahil2.jpg" width="186" height="140" border="0"></p>
                                            </td>
                                            <td width="185" height="131">
                                                <p><img src="Kahill1.jpg" width="186" height="140" border="0"></p>
                                            </td>
                                        </tr>
                                    </table>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And 
                                    if you give a party, and you make enough 
                                    food, Drew Cary shows up! </span></font></p>
                                    <table align="center" border="0" width="366">
                                        <tr>
                                            <td width="186">
                                                <p><img src="Kahill4.jpg" width="186" height="140" border="0"></p>
                                            </td>
                                            <td width="170">
                                                <p><img src="Kahill3.jpg" width="186" height="140" border="0"></p>
                                            </td>
                                        </tr>
                                    </table>
                                    <p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">OK, 
                                    so I'm talking about television and computer 
                                    games. Sigh. Does that make me a war blogger 
                                    or a peace blogger? </span></font></p>
                                    <p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> </span></font>&nbsp;</p>
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<p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Over the past several weeks, I have heard Muslim intellectuals use the word 
&quot;humiliation&quot; to describe how vast numbers of Muslims feel. Humiliation is a 
deeply cultural construct that cuts far deeper than economic or political terms 
like &quot;impoverished&quot; or &quot;disenfranchised&quot;. To feel humiliated is to be denied 
consideration or respect. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-<a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/wtccrash/story/0,1300,592521,00.html" target="_blank">Jeremy 
                                    Rifkin</a></span></font></p>
<p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
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                        AM 
                                     </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Today 
                                    is important. There's <a href="http://www.benjerry.com/indexg.tmpl" target="_blank">free 
                                    ice cream</a>. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It's 
                                    <a href="http://www.earthday.net/" target="_blank">Earth 
                                    Day</a>. There's an interesting ecological 
                                    foot print test on this <a href="http://www.earthday.net/footprint.stm" target="_blank">page</a>. 
                                    I tried to take it but there were two questions 
                                    I just didn't know about (like square feet 
                                    of my apt) and there are two questions that 
                                    assume you have a car. I don't. Never have. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I've 
                                    heard <a href="http://www.nuclearcommonsense.org/about.html" target="_blank">Helen 
                                    Caldicott</a> on the radio a few times lately. 
                                    She adds a layer of tension to the conversation 
                                    about&nbsp;war or peace. </span></font></p>
<P align="justify"><FONT face="Arial,times"><i><span style="font-size:10pt;">&quot;Now, with unprecedented 
acts of terrorism fueling the American public's willingness to grant its 
government broad power to wage war, the constant pressure from weapons makers to 
use military force - and by extension, buy more of their weapons - poses the 
very real threat of nuclear war. Enumerating, as a physician, the medical 
consequences of such a war, Caldicott demonstrates conclusively that the notion 
of nuclear survival is a complete fantasy, and that nuclear victory is an 
oxymoron.&quot; </span></i></FONT></P>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">The 
                                    <a href="http://www.stardate.org/nightsky/" target="_blank">planets</a> 
                                    are in a <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/sci/tech/newsid_1908000/1908855.stm" target="_blank">line</a>. It feels like we're on a 
                                    brink. And I don't want to give in to dark 
                                    likelihood. But it's pretty scary.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">There&nbsp;is 
                                    a group of bloggers who I read everyday. 
                                    They are listed on the <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/rdoor.htm" target="_blank">Refrigerator 
                            Door</a>. I stumbled upon them trolling aroung the 
                                    Internet. Some of them&nbsp;seem to have 
                                    a history together. And they seem to be having problems. 
                                    All my war blogger/peace blooger references 
                                    are about things I've read on these blogs. 
                                    I don't think they actually read me that 
                                    often.But just in case any of them are reading 
                                    me today, I want to make a comment. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">We 
                                    may need blogger therapy.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I'm 
                                    new in this particular corner of the blogging 
                                    school yard. And things seem to be getting 
                                    very fractious. I suspect that I don't know 
                                    all the details. And I don't want to know. 
                                    And I have noticed that the bloggers who 
                                    are drawing the war blogger/peace blogger 
                                    line are ones that I don't read. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Onacounta 
                                    I like the kids I do read better. Uhuh.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">So 
                                    when I read something, on one of the blogs 
                                    by a kid that I like, that sounds like they 
                                    got hurt by something that another blogger 
                                    wrote, I get all pumped up and&nbsp;I go 
                                    and read the other blogger.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Recently 
                                    I did this and saw something about the people 
                                    in Arab countries not being allowed to elect 
                                    their leaders. 
                                    Yeah. It sucks when that <a href="http://press-pubs.uchicago.edu/sunstein/" target="_blank">happens</a>.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">So, 
                                    anyway. I get all pumped up and I go to 
                                    the other blogs and I read the offending 
                                    blogs and I want to jump in and start swinging. 
                                    The next thing I know I'm making my bed, 
                                    talking out loud, telling off someone who 
                                    I've never met. Someone who I don't even 
                                    read. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> We're 
                                    on this little spinning ball of clay. We 
                                    only just figured out how to walk upright 
                                    a minute ago. Now we have to figure out 
                                    how to negotiate our own brutality. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    don't give a fuck about Google or Daypop. 
                                    Most of the people who read me are my friends. 
                                    They read me because I say, &quot;Did you 
                                    read me? Didja? Didja? Didja?&quot; Heh. 
                                    Right about now they're shaking their heads 
                                    and thinking I've gone mad. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify">&nbsp;</p>
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                                    <p>&nbsp;<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
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                        AM 
                                     </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    want a copy of <a href="http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/rinehart/tish/tish.html" target="_blank">this</a>. 
                                    </span></font></p>
<P align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i><a href="http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/rinehart/tish/country.html" target="_blank">WE</a> had meant to go to Europe this last summer, and Tish would have gone 
anyhow, war or no war, if we had not switched her off onto something else. 
&quot;Submarines fiddlesticks!&quot; she said. &quot;Give me a good life preserver, with a 
bottle of blackberry cordial fastened to it, and the sea has no terrors for me.&quot; 
&nbsp;</i></span></font></P>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">My 
                                    father named me. Patricia Ann. My mother 
                                    added Princess Priscilla Penelope Pamela. 
                                    Patricia Ann Princess Priscilla Penelope 
                                    Pamela Parmeley. It wasn't actually on the 
                                    birth certificate. She wanted to name me 
                                    Kenya. She wrote short stories about a girl 
                                    named Kenya. It had nothing to do with the 
                                    country of the same name. But dad picked 
                                    Patricia Ann. Patti for short. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Patti 
                                    Fatty. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It's 
                                    kinda like that Johnny Cash song in which 
                                    a father names his son Sue because he know 
                                    he won't be around to teach his son how 
                                    to fight and with the name Sue ... you get 
                                    the idea. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">When 
                                    I was twelve, I changed it to Trish for 
                                    about a week and it morphed into Tish. There 
                                    was some resistance to the change. My mom 
                                    calls me Tisher Ann.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    almost feel bad for <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2002/04/23/MN203360.DTL" target="_blank">Tammy</a>. 
                                    But the first time I saw her I knew this 
                                    would happen. And that had nothing to do 
                                    with melatonin. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    was reading <a href="http://www.emory.edu/EDUCATION/mfp/moral.html" target="_blank">William 
                                    James</a> last night.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>The war against war is going to be no holiday excursion or camping party. The 
military feelings are too deeply grounded to abdicate their place among our 
ideals until better substitutes are offered than the glory and shame that come 
to nations as well as to individuals from the ups and downs of politics and the 
vicissitudes of trade.</i></span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Sigh. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>So far, war has been the only force that can discipline a whole community, and 
until and equivalent discipline is organized, I believe that war must have its 
way. But I have no serious doubt that the ordinary prides and shames of social 
man, once developed to a certain intensity, are capable of organizing such a 
moral equivalent as I have sketched, or some other just as effective for 
preserving manliness of type. It is but a question of time, of skilful 
propogandism, and of opinion-making men seizing historic opportunities. </i></span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    was reading <a href="http://radio.weblogs.com/0100655/2002/04/21.html#a437" target="_blank">Jonathon 
                                    Delacour</a> yesterday, as well. When I 
                                    was reading the James I thought back to 
                                    what Jonathon &nbsp;wrote about the Israeli 
                                    soldier. </span></font></p>
<DIV id=content>
<P align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&quot;I am not yet sufficiently cynical to believe that, in taking such a long time 
to formulate his answer, he was trying to recall a training lecture he'd 
attended on how to handle foreign journalists. Rather I believe that he was 
running through in his mind the catalogue of all the good and bad decisions he'd 
made, of everything he'd learned during training and since, before attempting to 
choose one fear out of a hundred or more. The interview could have been a setup 
yet he came across to me as the kind of soldier who stands as a credit to any 
army.</i></span></font></P>
<P align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>Strapping on explosives and blowing up yourself and others is pathetic when 
measured against the willingness to accept total responsibility for the lives of 
the men under your command while trying at the same time to minimize civilian 
casualties.&quot;</i></span></font></P>
</DIV>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I'm 
                                    not sure I agree. Because both the suicide 
                                    bomber and the young soldier are doing the 
                                    same thing, putting their lives into armed 
                                    struggle. A struggle over land use and water 
                                    rights and religious identity. One young 
                                    man is trained and armed by a state and 
                                    the other may or may not have training, 
                                    may have been supplied with his weapons, 
                                    or may have gathered them himself. And the 
                                    second is using his own body to make his 
                                    point. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I'm 
                                    not trying to compare the two in terms of 
                                    valour. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    more than that, I thought about James and 
                                    the task of coming up with something to 
                                    unify people and Delacour and his argument 
                                    that blogging may not be the most honourable 
                                    place to take a stand. </span></font></p>
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<P align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&quot;This privileging of words and feelings over meaningful action 
most resembles a kind of emotional pornography; it constitutes the most grievous 
insult to those who are suffering and dying on both sides.&quot;</i></span></font></P>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And 
                                    the I thought about the variety of blogs 
                                    that I read and the ways in which they ( 
                                    I ) struggle to make sense of it all on 
                                    our pages, not so much take a stand, but 
                                    rather struggle to engage with it all. Maybe 
                                    it is all an attempt to feel good about 
                                    ourselves. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    don't really think Delacour was talking 
                                    about me, or many of the folks who write 
                                    about it all. He was specifically resonding 
                                    to something that was said by a few individuals. But it gave 
                                    me pause. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    fall back again and again on trying to stay 
                                    awake, learn more and confront my own war 
                                    like nature. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&nbsp;</i></span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.amnestyusa.org/abolish/reports/mumia/" target="_blank"> 
                                    Mumia</a> is forty-eight years old today.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I have&nbsp;a picture of a little girl&nbsp;from 
                                    a time when her parents were getting a divorce. 
                                    ( No, this is not really about me.) She 
                                    has her arms around their necks and &nbsp;she's 
                                    pulling their heads together, as if the 
                                    force of her will, and her love, and her 
                                    need will keep them together. It didn't. 
                                    They had a relatively amicable divorce, 
                                    but they did split. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">When 
                                    I look at that picture I think about how 
                                    much will there is in love. I mean the urge 
                                    to love is so intense. And the urge to live, 
                                    the will to live is so intense. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    then there's that <a href="http://www.yakrider.com/Buddha/Buddhism.htm">first</a> 
                                    <a href="http://home.swipnet.se/~w-35264/lyrics/whatyouwant.html" target="_blank">noble</a> 
                                    <a href="http://www.netfunny.com/rhf/jokes/90q2/moresh.html" target="_blank">truth</a>. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">So 
                                    then what? Too much of that and you feel 
                                    a little punch drunk.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.bendypig.com/change.html" target="_blank">Sigh</a>.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Don't 
                                    worry. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    swear, the <a href="http://www.balloonhat.com/index.html" target="_blank">kookiest</a> 
                                    stuff keeps me going. I mean <a href="http://www.balloonhat.com/laughing/index.html" target="_blank">really</a>.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    found the balloon hats site from <a href="http://www.emptybottle.org/" target="_blank">stavrosthewonderchicken.</a> 
                                    His blog is sub headed with &quot;cognitive dissonance' presumes the existence of cognition&quot;</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Exactly. 
                                    </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.amnestyusa.org/abolish/reports/mumia/" target="_blank"> 
                                    </a>The <a href="http://www.wildwritingwomen.com/" target="_blank">Wild 
                                    Writing Women</a> came to visit us last 
                                    night. They were nice enough women, doing 
                                    nice enough writing. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.markszine.com/204/asind.htm" target="_blank">Aaron 
                                    </a>asked them the essential question. Since 
                                    you are Americans, how do you deal with 
                                    your cultural imperialism? ( I'm sure that's 
                                    not <a href="http://www.pw.org/rw/capersp.htm" target="_blank">Aaron's</a> 
                                    precise language ... just the gist. ) The 
                                    first answer was disturbing. It was a quick, 
                                    &quot;Easy.&quot; Then there was a small 
                                    flurry of equivocation about traveling stripping 
                                    away a person's prejudice. Uhhuh.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Most 
                                    difficult for me was one women who said 
                                    that when she travels it's as if she has 
                                    no skin or gender. See, here's the problem. 
                                    That isn't possible. The minute you enter 
                                    any space, anywhere, you bring with you 
                                    the <a href="http://maxwell.lucifer.com/virus/alt.memetics/what.is.html" target="_blank">meme</a> 
                                    of our body. And, although I would have 
                                    to check with Cynthia on this, (she is my 
                                    science source) I imagine we bring with 
                                    us a host of bacterial and skin mites and 
                                    all kind of things that travel with our 
                                    bodies. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">This 
                                    is the way I read white liberal racism. 
                                    You try to ignore the meaning that is embedded 
                                    in your skin. You imagine that if you ignore 
                                    it, it will go away. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    they were nice enough women doing nice enough 
                                    writing. And some of them are involved in 
                                    doing <a href="http://www.alisonwright.com" target="_blank">great 
                                    works</a>. I just wish that the first thing 
                                    one of them had said, in response to the 
                                    question of cultural imperialism, was something 
                                    about realizing that they are privileged. 
                                    Traveling into other cultures, for pleasure, 
                                    is a privilege. If you do something that 
                                    helps that culture, well, that's the least 
                                    you can do. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Speaking 
                                    of privilege and meaning.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    have a friend, Lynn. She is a gifted <a href="http://www.santacruzguide.com/page.cgi/pages/970265/97026557.html" target="_blank">acupuncturist</a>. 
                                    I am her willing and happy pin cushion. 
                                    I have another friend, Barbara. She is a 
                                    gifted chiropractor. These two women have 
                                    kept my body from crumbling. I am eternally 
                                    grateful to them. Yesterday both my health 
                                    care friends left comments here. It seems 
                                    they both enjoyed <a href="http://www.balloonhat.com/threes/three10.html" target="_blank">something</a> 
                                    that I linked to yesterday. Now...my question 
                                    is ...should I be <a href="http://www.balloonhat.com/threes/three16.html" target="_blank">worried</a>? 
                                    </span></font></p>
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<P align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">The extreme and reckless pruning of this tree of life by a culture where 
television, advertising, media, academia and politics pander to the least common 
denominator; where people are not loved for their depth, but for their thinness, 
has left our dreams damaged. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;- 
                                    <a href="http://www.floweringmountain.com/sun01.html" target="_blank">Martin 
                                    Prectel</a></span></font></P>                                <p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4 
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                                    <font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">1.<b>What are your hobbies?</b> I've 
                                    tried to have hobbies. But I don't. &nbsp;<BR>2.<b>Do you collect 
anything?</b> Oh yeah. Salt and pepper shakers. Perfume bottles. <a href="http://www.cheesylights.com/cheesy7.html#highbiscuit" target="_blank">Goofy 
                                    lights</a>. <BR>3.<b>Is there a hobby you're 
interested in, but just don't have the time/money to do?</b> Not so much. I 
                                    want to draw more but I don't think of it 
                                    as a hobby. <BR>4.<b>Have you ever 
turned a hobby into a moneymaking opportunity?</b> Nope.<BR>5.<b>Besides web-related stuff, what 
clubs do you belong to?</b> None. </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">OK. 
                                    So sometimes I'm not so interesting when 
                                    I'm doing the Friday Five thing. I guess 
                                    I think the notion of a hobby is a way of 
                                    thinking about your life in parts. So, I'm 
                                    resistant to it. I do want to draw more. 
                                    I could say I collect books and CD's but 
                                    it doesn't feel like collecting. It feels 
                                    like nourishment. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And 
                                    clubs...see I'm just going through a weird 
                                    time. I'm needing to be alone...a lot. It's 
                                    partly because of this struggle to change 
                                    my life that I began six&nbsp;years ago. 
                                    I quit a job, went to college, had a little 
                                    coffee cart business. Had my heart broken 
                                    in seventeen places. And now...I'm just 
                                    trying to get my MFA so I can find some 
                                    little college and teach. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">There 
                                    are things I want to write about and I'd 
                                    love it if I could make money as a writer. 
                                    But I don't want to think about that now. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.amnestyusa.org/abolish/reports/mumia/" target="_blank"> 
                                    </a> Caroline Casey has a nice <a href="http://www.visionaryactivism.com/" target="_blank">Vernal 
                                    strategy</a> outlined on her site. She says 
                                    if we can make it through May...we may be 
                                    able to turn things around. She was interviewing 
                                    Martin Prectel on her show yesterday. I 
                                    was only half listening. I remembered reading 
                                    <a href="http://www.hiddenwine.com/indexSUN.html" target="_blank">this interview</a> with him in <a href="http://www.thesunmagazine.org" target="_blank">The Sun</a>. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">My 
                                    life has been in parts. I did music, but 
                                    I never really made money at it. I had to 
                                    pay the musicians. I cooked. And I loved 
                                    it. It was a great job for me. But not any 
                                    more. I thought I'd do something in Psychology. 
                                    I still wonder about that, all the reading 
                                    that I did to try to understand myself, 
                                    all the workshops and processes. I value 
                                    it all and there are ways in which it freed 
                                    me. But I'm up against some midlife, menopausal, 
                                    mind melt. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Who 
                                    am I going to be when I grow up?</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">In 
                                    so many ways, I just want to find a job, 
                                    teaching in a little college, maybe in a 
                                    little town, and read and write. And there 
                                    are ways in which that's because of the 
                                    hurt I feel right now. The a fore mentioned 
                                    broken heart. I want to withdraw from the 
                                    fray. So, that's not entirely good. I mean, 
                                    I feel myself contracting. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">There 
                                    are new poems on the <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/USFMFA.htm" target="_blank">MFA</a> 
                                    page. Still no essays, rants or short stories. 
                                    Hint. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">And 
                                    I was talking to Jo Ann and found out that 
                                    she has <a href="http://www.canwehaveourballback.com/9wasserman.htm" target="_blank">two 
                                    new</a> poems on the web. </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Maureen, 
                                    on <a href="http://www.reenhead.com/home.php" target="_blank">reenhead</a>, 
                                    wrote about not finding the Friday Five 
                                    compelling. I understand and yet I like 
                                    the ritual of doing the Five. There are 
                                    more of these things out there. <a href="http://64.247.33.2/~promoguy/" target="_blank">Monday 
                                    Mission</a>, <a href="http://redalert.barrysworld.net/testzone/blogger.html" target="_blank">Tuesday 
                                    Two</a>, there's one for every day. They're 
                                    content generators (for those of us who 
                                    come up dry) but they are also community 
                                    builders. I&nbsp;do the Five because it 
                                    was the first one I came across and I like 
                                    the down-to-earthness of the questions. 
                                    It's good for me to think in terms that 
                                    I don't usually consider. Paul did a funny 
                                    <a href="http://phonezilla.net/3stations/archives/000402.php#000402" target="_blank">parody</a> 
                                    of the Five. So, Maureen issued this challenge. 
                                    </span></font><P><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>Complete this haiku</b>:<BR>
                                    </span></font><P style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>Autumn's whitest mice<BR>creep</b> along 
                                    the rows of grain</span></font>
                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">maybe 
                                    I should sweep</span></font></p>
<P align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> <b>If you could add one card to the Tarot deck, what would it be, and what 
would it mean? </b>The Wand of Power. Upright it would mean: you are in control 
                                    of your destiny. The choices you make determine 
                                    how your life will go. Upside down&nbsp;it 
                                    would mean: all your choices are made in 
                                    the context of the culture in which you 
                                    live. Ask yourself why you make the choices 
                                    that you do and be aware that there are 
                                    people making choices that will intersect 
                                    with all of your intended actions. </span></font></P>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Heh. 
                                    That was fun.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">The 
                                    problem with writing about what I do everyday 
                                    is ...well...it would be easier to write 
                                    about what I don't do. For example, I didn't 
                                    write. Not for school. Not on any of the 
                                    projects I've had in my head. I didn't find 
                                    a job. ( I did inquire about one ) I wasn't 
                                    going to make the bed but just the fact 
                                    that I knew I was going to write about it 
                                    here kicked me into action. I'm so easy 
                                    to shame. I did read blogs and do my page 
                                    and check my e-mail twenty seven times and 
                                    check for comments eighteen times. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Actually, 
                                    there was a point yesterday when I turned 
                                    off the news, put on music, straightened 
                                    up the apartment, delt with some stuff. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    had been reading <a href="http://www.ncf.carleton.ca/~ek867/wood_s_lot.html" target="_blank">wood 
                                    s lot</a>, one of my favorites, but full 
                                    of big chunky reads about things like <a href="http://www.ncf.carleton.ca/~ek867/wood_s_lot.html" target="_blank">exact 
                                    uncertainty</a>. He blogged about &nbsp;<a href="http://www.reenhead.com/home.php" target="_blank">reenhead</a> 
                                    and I went there (thinking to myself - just 
                                    this one more) and it was full of cool stuff, 
                                    like the Haiku challenge. I knew I had to 
                                    back away from the computer. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    actually went out the door. Yep. I went 
                                    to <a href="http://www.windchimewalker.com/2-27-suzanne&carrie.html" target="_blank">Suzanne's</a> 
                                    house. We ate Mexican food and sang a little. 
                                    I checked out my site on her computer and 
                                    obsessed with how bad everything looked. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">OK. 
                                    It's true. Even when I went out of my house, 
                                    away from my computer, I found a way to 
                                    obsess about my site. Yes. Yes. Yes. I may 
                                    need an intervention. </span></font></p>
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                        AM 
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">NPR 
                                    is great <a href="http://search.npr.org/cf/cmn/cmnpd01fm.cfm?PrgDate=04/28/2002&PrgID=10" target="_blank">this 
                                    morning</a>. There was a piece about the 
                                    <a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/wesun/features/2002/504/index.html" target="_blank">Section 
                                    504</a> sit in, a tape of <a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=0553714902" target="_blank">Wallace 
                                    Stevens</a> reading his poetry, which they 
                                    followed by playing&nbsp;<a href="http://sonyclassical.com/music/48283/index.html" target="_blank">Gymnopedie No.3</a><BR> 
                                    </span></font>
<DIV id=poem><PRE><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one...
How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough<i>.
</i></span></font></PRE><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.plagiarist.com/poetry/?wid=1011" target="_blank">- 
                                        Wallace Stevens</a></span></font></DIV>
<DIV class=printfooter><BR><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I've 
                                    been thinking about something for a while. 
                                    </span></font></DIV>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">It 
                                    started when I heard about <a href="http://www.freewords.org/" target="_blank">The 
                                    Free Words Project</a>. <a href="http://www.freewords.org/fwsal.html" target="_blank">Sal Randolph</a> is a Harvard University graduate who lives and works in New 
York. She does 
                                    projects 
                                    In which she collects or produces objects that she gives 
away. This hearkens back to&nbsp;<a href="http://emuseum.mnsu.edu/information/biography/klmno/mauss_marcel.html" target="_blank">Marcel 
Mauss</a>, the <a href="http://members.optusnet.com.au/%7Erkeehan/" target="_blank">Situationists</a> 
                                    and <a href="http://theaction.com/Abbie/index.html" target="_blank">Abbie 
                                    Hoffman</a>. It thrills my hippy chick heart. 
                                    The only thing I ever stole was <i><a href="http://salon.com/people/feature/2000/10/19/albert/print.html" target="_blank">Steal 
                                    This Book</a>.</i></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    hear so many of my fellow students talking 
                                    in terms of writing that is selling. I know 
                                    it's important.  I <a href="http://www.bendypig.com/exhibit1.html" target="_blank">need</a> 
                                    to find a way to make money. The reason 
                                    I went to school was to try and position 
                                    myself to make money in a way that <a href="http://www.bendypig.com/exhibit4.html" target="_blank">used</a> 
                                    my brain and not my brawn. And if I had written 
                                    
                                    a book I'd be trying to sell it. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    I don't want that need, the need for cash, 
                                    to infect what I'm <a href="http://wannawrite.editthispage.com/2002/04/25" target="_blank">trying 
                                    to do</a> with writing. I'm still trying 
                                    to understand what I'm trying to do with 
                                    writing. Needing money drives me crazy. 
                                    Of course I'm thinking about all this because 
                                    it's the end of the month. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    I'm also thinking about it because I often 
                                    see, on the bottom web sites, threats about 
                                    stealing the persons stuff. So, I look at 
                                    the page for what can be stolen and I see 
                                    images and words. It could be about the 
                                    design. But it seems so hyper. If I took 
                                    a photo from someone's site and put it here 
                                    and said ...look what I did...that would 
                                    be stupid and wrong. But if I put the photo 
                                    here and link to the person's site and said 
                                    look at what they did...I don't know. I've 
                                    read flap when a person thinks their site 
                                    design is being copied. And I usually wonder 
                                    how man ways can you do a site design? My 
                                    design probably isn't cool enough to copy. 
                                    Maybe that's why I think it's so over the 
                                    top. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">But 
                                    what would change in your life if you weren't 
                                    worried about money? </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    took the <a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm" target="_blank">Myers-Briggs</a> 
                                    test yesterday. You might wonder why I do 
                                    things like this when they drive me crazy. 
                                    But then I found out I was an <a href="http://keirsey.com/personality/nfij.html" target="_blank">iFNj</a> 
                                    ...well...maybe this test isn't so dumb. 
                                    <a href="http://keirsey.com/personality/nf.html" target="_blank">Ahem</a>. 
                                    </span></font></p>
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                        AM 
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Since 
                                    last weeks consideration of the relative 
                                    value the <a href="http://smattering.org/archives/00000507.php" target="_blank">Friday 
                                    Five</a>, I decided to do a week long tour 
                                    of all those other questions. So, this morning 
                                    I woke up and went to the <a href="http://64.247.33.2/~promoguy/" target="_blank">Monday 
                                    Mission</a>.</span></font>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>When was the last time you pampered yourself</b>? 
                                    Uh...</span></font></p>
<P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>When was the last time someone pampered you</b>? 
                                    Hmmm</span></font></P>
<P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> <b>Describe the last time you recall really feeling loved 
<BR>(other than from children or pets)</b>. When I read my comments.</span></font></P>
<P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>Has your use of the computer ever caused any arguments? What's the 
story there? </b>No.</span></font></P>
<P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> <b>What's the most embarrassing thing your Mom ever did? 
                                    </b>She bought a little soap holder thing 
                                    that was a frog. You know, the soap went 
                                    in the mouth and the sponge went in the 
                                    feet. Er somethin like that. But I was 15 
                                    and I we were in a hardware store. I was 
                                    standing at the end of a long table full 
                                    of sale stuff and two girls, standing next 
                                    to me, were talking about how weird the 
                                    frog soap holder thing was and asking who 
                                    would ever buy such a thing. That's when 
                                    my mom, at the other end of the table,&nbsp;held 
                                    it up and said, &quot;Tisher, look! Isn't 
                                    this cute?&quot; </span></font></P>
<P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>I've met some adults who've never learned to swim, and others who 
never learned how to ride a bike.. Is there anything that you never learned as a 
child that you probably should have? </b>Nope.</span></font></P>
<P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> <b>I have no idea who said it (and I spent all of two minutes trying 
to research it), but &quot;someone&quot; once said, a picture is worth a thousand 
words. Post an image that says more than words. Or instead, describe a picture 
you recall which touched your heart. </b>I guess this guy thinks we all have 
                                    digital cameras. </span></font></P>
<P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>BONUS: What's love got to do with it?</b> 
                                    Everything. Nothing.</span></font></P>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Yeah. 
                                    I have the same problem with these that 
                                    I often do with the Five. I don't relate 
                                    to the idea of pampered. The questions are 
                                    all over the map aren't they? Onward to 
                                    <a href="http://blog.orangeclouds.org/positives.html" target="_blank">Participation 
                                    Positives</a>. This, it turns out, is not 
                                    questions, but a challenge to make a list 
                                    of ...positive things... so that you start 
                                    your week off on a ...positive note. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    got nothin. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">That's 
                                    probably not a good sign. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">OK...so, 
                                    next is <a href="http://theonion.wiccked.com/gm/archives/00000763.php" target="_blank">The 
                                    Monday Memory</a>. Again, no questions, 
                                    just a content producing idea. And there 
                                    are mornings that I need a content producing 
                                    idea. There is a <a href="http://topics.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">whole 
                                    blog devoted</a> to this problem. The memory 
                                    idea is a nice enough one. How bout I remember 
                                    yesterday?</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">After 
                                    swimming, Marilyn took me to the grocery 
                                    store. Then we went to my apartment and 
                                    she played with my computer while I made 
                                    late lunch/early dinner. I made lamb chops, 
                                    risotto with asparagus and mushrooms and 
                                    fennel and apple salad with teleme toasts. 
                                    It was great! I love cooking. I forget how 
                                    much I love cooking. I do make myself meals 
                                    like that sometimes but it's just easier 
                                    when there is someone else to cook for. 
                                    Then we went to see <a href="http://www.paddedlilies.com/" target="_blank">The 
                                    Padded Lilies</a> and some other syncro 
                                    swimmers. Very cute!</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I'm 
                                    not sure how this question tour is going 
                                    to go. It's starting off a little rocky.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Today 
                                    is Heather's (of <a href="http://www.harrumph.com/020427.shtml" target="_blank">Harrumph</a>, 
                                    and <a href="http://www.mirrorproject.com/" target="_blank">The 
                                    Mirror Project</a> and <a href="http://www.harrumph.com/rabbit/" target="_blank">Rabbit 
                                    Rabbit</a>) birthday. Happy Birthday! And 
                                    thanks for all the cool web stuff!</span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">OK. 
                                    Continuing on the questions tour. Today's 
                                    are from <a href="http://redalert.barrysworld.net/testzone/blogger.html" target="_blank">Tuesday 
                                    Too</a></span></font>
                                    <p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>Tell us about your most frustrating experience in dealing with the 
government, or some kind of authority and red tape</b>.<BR> Gee, there all so 
                                    bad. I usually try to block the memory of 
                                    tings like that. </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>Tell us your crazy kitty or, crazy dog, or crazy whatever story. 
                                    </b>This is tough. I have no animals. Oh, 
                                    wait I got one...my father had a ranch where 
                                    he raised quarter horses. I didn't really 
                                    know my dad that well but I was visiting 
                                    him one summer. I was standing beside a 
                                    fence and one of the horses came up beside 
                                    me and leaned into me. Well, I was a city 
                                    kid and I was a little afraid. The horse 
                                    moved closer and one hoof landed on my toe. 
                                    I tried to push it away but it wouldn't 
                                    move. I called out to my dad in a very calm 
                                    voice ( so as not to spook the horse) and 
                                    he came over and smacked the horse. </span></font>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><b><span style="font-size:10pt;"><font face="Arial">You've decided to buy a vanity license plate for your car. What does it say? 
                                    </font></span></b><span style="font-size:10pt;"><font face="Arial">I 
                                    own no car. I do not know how to drive. 
                                    But I guess I would try to get fatshadow. 
                                    </font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    still do think these question things build 
                                    community and are cool. And if you read 
                                    the things folks write in answer to the 
                                    questions, they produce some fun content. 
                                    There was another Tuesday site that I saw 
                                    listed but when I arrived at the site it 
                                    was password protected. Oh well. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    did laundry yesterday. It seems to take 
                                    all day. I got lucky in that Renee stopped 
                                    by at exactly the right moment and she carried 
                                    it all up the steps. Then we ate pizza and 
                                    watched TV. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><b>&nbsp;</b></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">One 
                                    of the fellows in a news group that I get 
                                    e-mail from pointed to this <a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,46240,00.html" target="_blank">article</a> 
                                    which is about </span></font><EM><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://www.ucpress.edu/books/pages/9518.html" target="_blank">Food Politics: How the Food Industry Influences Nutrition and Health.</a> 
                                    </span></font></EM><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">I 
                                    have a feeling that there are things about 
                                    the book that I would like, much like <i><a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/unbound/interviews/ba2000-12-14.htm" target="_blank">Fast 
                                    Food Nation</a>. </i>The problem for me, 
                                    in these books,&nbsp;always comes when fatness 
                                    is used to create the fear of death. </span></font></p>
<P class=storytext align="justify"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i>&quot;As the</i></span></font><EM><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i> New England Journal of Medicine</i></span></font></EM><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><i> recently 
editorialized: &quot;The data linking overweight and death ... are limited, 
fragmentary, and often ambiguous. Most of the evidence is either indirect or 
derived from [studies with] serious methodologic flaws. Many studies fail to 
consider confounding variables, which are extremely difficult to assess and 
control � Thus, although some claim that every year 300,000 deaths � are caused 
by obesity, that figure is by no means well established.&quot;</i></span></font></P>
                                    <p align="justify" class="storytext"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Fat 
                                    as a metaphor for unwell. Bugs me every 
                                    time. And when you really dig into the science, 
                                    you see the gapping holes in the reasoning. 
                                    </span></font></p>
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