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                    <td width="721"><p><font face="Arial" color="#0D660D"><span style="font-size:12pt;"><b>March 2004</b></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><a id="e555" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e555"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e555"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    1 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 March,&nbsp;they say, comes 
                                                in like a lion. And I'm feeling 
                                                the growl. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Just 
                                                in case I haven't been clear, 
                                                although I'm sure I have been 
                                                and if you've been reading me 
                                                you may already know this about 
                                                me, I am not ashamed of being 
                                                fat. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Let 
                                                me say that again. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                am not ashamed of being fat. 
                                                </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                feel the same way about being 
                                                fat as I do about the color 
                                                of my eyes, or my skin, my height, 
                                                my shoe size, the wave of my 
                                                hair. All these attributes of 
                                                physicality are an expression 
                                                of my genetic heritage. My ancestors. 
                                                My people. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                                                hair, by the way, is turning 
                                                white in a few places. That's 
                                                the thing about a life in a 
                                                body. The body changes. I love 
                                                my white hair. Most of it is 
                                                in the front and on the right. 
                                                I see it when I brush my hair 
                                                back. It always makes me smile. 
                                                </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Oh 
                                                and I have a few scars. One 
                                                really big one on my foot. Big 
                                                truck. Long story. It's pretty 
                                                ugly but I'm not ashamed of 
                                                it. It's part of the story of 
                                                my life, written on my body. 
                                                </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                                                I am fat. Very fat. Could I 
                                                eat less and exercise more and 
                                                lose weight? &nbsp;Sure. But 
                                                it's been my experience that, 
                                                even with more exercise and 
                                                less food I don't ever really 
                                                get thin. Thinner. But not thin. 
                                                But that's not something that 
                                                makes me sad. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                am not ashamed of being fat.</span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                                                body. My life. My choices. I 
                                                did not chose being fat. But 
                                                I have willfully chosen not 
                                                to be ashamed of being fat. 
                                                I willfully chose to not obsess 
                                                about everything I put in my 
                                                mouth and push my body through 
                                                an athletic amount of movement. 
                                                I eat what I want. I move as 
                                                much as I want. There are days 
                                                I am not in touch with my body. 
                                                It's part of the process of 
                                                being who I am in the world. 
                                                I make no apologies for who 
                                                I am in the world.</span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                love beautiful, healthy, real 
                                                food. Later today I'll get the 
                                                <a href="http://www.planetorganics.com/">box 
                                                of fruits and veggies</a> that 
                                                I get every week. Last night 
                                                I made brownies. I hadn't made 
                                                brownies in a long time. It 
                                                was fun. They're good. I enjoyed 
                                                them. I'll be enjoying them 
                                                for a few days. Anyone who thinks 
                                                I shouldn't eat the brownies 
                                                can kiss my fat ass. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        also ate a nice dinner of chicken, Swiss chard and fingerling 
                        potatoes. Not that that's anybodies business. I made 
                        myself a nice dinner and I made myself some dessert. 
                        It was a rainy Sunday evening and it felt good to have 
                        the oven on and smell chocolate baking. I don't always 
                        take such good care of myself. Last night I did. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Today 
                                                I'll go to my <a href="http://www.sallypugh.org/body2.htm">yoga 
                                                class</a>. I love my yoga class. 
                                                I love my yoga class because 
                                                it locates me in my body. I 
                                                feel my muscles. I feel the 
                                                tightness and the release. I 
                                                feel my weakness and my strength.</span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">If 
                                                you're wondering why I'm going 
                                                on and on about all this, well, 
                                                it's just because there are 
                                                times when people's sanctimonious, 
                                                mean spirited need to feed me 
                                                their diet of shame puts me 
                                                over the edge. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                                                body police want me to feel 
                                                shame. They can't reason through 
                                                their own hatred. They want 
                                                me to comply with their notions 
                        of morality. They want to threaten 
                                                me with illness and death. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Well. 
                                                I'm not dead. I'm not sick. 
                        I'm here today. I'm here on 
                                                this first day of March. I'm 
                                                feeling a growl and a roar. 
                                                I'm feeling strengthened by 
                                                the friends I have who have 
                                                taken the time to question their 
                                                assumptions about weight. I'm 
                                                feeling solidarity with my fat 
                                                brothers and sisters who have 
                                                stopped swallowing shame. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                am not an apologist. I am a 
                                                fat woman. I'm pretty cute, 
                        by the way. 
                                                I'm ready for another day of 
                                                the story of my life. My life. 
                                                Not the one some people think 
                                                I should be living. My life. 
                                                I hope you all have a lovely 
                                                first day of March. I hope you 
                        have a lovely first day of the week. I hope the choices 
                        you make about your body are the ones that work for 
                        you. I know the ones I make for mine work for me. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(856)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_856"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
                                                    &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><font size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></font><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;7:48
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                        <hr align="justify">
                        <p align="justify"><a id="e556" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e556"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e556"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    1 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 <a href="http://easybakecoven.net/">Susan</a> 
                        is listening to the same <a href="http://www.democracynow.org/">radio</a> 
                        I am. Hearing the news about Aristide being kidnapped. 
                        I am livid. I see nothing of this in the mainstream 
                        media. I'm hoping the alternative media will push until 
                        the truth comes out. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(857)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_857"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
                                                    &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><font size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></font><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;9:11
                                                    AM</font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">
                        <p align="justify"><a id="e557" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e557"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e557"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    2 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 The nicest part of my day will 
                        be voting for <a href="http://www.denniskucinich.us/">Dennis</a>. 
                        I'm not happy that I'll be voting for Barbara Boxer 
                        given that she feels the need to claim marriage for 
                        heterosexuals. We have a few propositions on the ballot 
                        that it's gonna bug me to vote for. And I might not. 
                        I'm still thinking about them.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Laurie 
                        wrote a wonderful <a href="http://www.cocokat.com/archives/000769.php">letter 
                        to her Senator.</a> Such a good idea. I'm listening 
                        to <a href="http://www.democracynow.org/">Democracy 
                        Now</a> as I type. My thoughts are all over the place. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yesterday 
                        Sally came up to me in yoga and said, &quot;You seem 
                        like you're out of your body.&quot; I had to laugh. 
                        It was a struggle. By the end of class I felt more in 
                        my body but my mind is in such a rev right now. I did 
                        a little bit of yoga this morning. I might try to do 
                        more in a little while. I need to get grounded. I do 
                        think my warrior pose is looking good. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Heh. 
                        </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(858)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_858"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
                                                    &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><font size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></font><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;9:23
                                                    AM</font></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e558" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e558"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e558"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    2 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 You know what I wish? What 
                        I really really wish? I wish I would go to one of the 
                        progressive blogs that I read, one of the ones not written 
                        by a fat person, and see something written about fat 
                        politics. I wish I'd read someone thinking out loud 
                        about the ways they've thought about weight and bodies 
                        and choices and assumptions. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        know it's hard. People who aren't fat sometimes think 
                        they are. Especially women. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        there's so much else to write about. So much going on. 
                        There was an election today. The results were so predictable 
                        it made me tired listening to them. I listened to hours 
                        of political analysis of why it all&nbsp;went the way 
                        it did. I'm freaked about <a href="http://www.truthout.com/docs_04/030204B.shtml">Haiti.</a> 
                        I'm shaken by the news from <a href="http://www.truthout.com/docs_04/030304B.shtml">Iraq.</a> 
                        There are important things going on in the world. Serious 
                        things. I know there are issues. Gay marriage. Rape 
                        trials. There are events. Award ceremonies. There's 
                        so much going on. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        after a few days of things like what happened at Dru's, 
                        after I go on a rant, after I feel bathed in the support 
                        of my fellow fat friends and a few of my not fat friends 
                        I find myself wishing. One of the things I love about 
                        Sandy Swartz is that she isn't fat. And <a href="http://www.techcentralstation.com/012204D.html">she 
                        gets it</a>. It comforts me. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        dunno. I dunno. I just sometimes ... </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        dunno. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(859)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_859"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e559" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e559"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e559"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    3 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 On the other hand, maybe it's 
                        a fat thing. You wouldn't understand. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                        been a cold winter in SF. I don't remember a colder 
                        one. The heater is right in the middle of my apartment 
                        and usually does a fine job of keeping me warm. This 
                        year I've been closing the doors to the kitchen, bedroom 
                        and bath in an attempt to get the living room war. As 
                        I get closer to bed time I open the door to that room 
                        and hope it'll get warm. My PG&amp;E bill has been horrifying.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                        night I kicked the covers off. I was in a night sweat. 
                        But then the sweat on my skin got cold and I pulled 
                        the covers back. And pushed them away moments later. 
                        it was like having a fever. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It 
                        seems warmer this morning. The sun is shining. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I've 
                        been doing yoga first thing. It's a wonderful way to 
                        start the day. Sally has these great things she says 
                        to us as she talks us through the postures. things about 
                        strength and being able to feel the support of the earth. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Living 
                        in a city where the earth occasionally shakes makes 
                        that almost comic. But I get the deeper meaning. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">They 
                        say voter turn out was low. But the joint was jumpin 
                        when I was there. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Oh. 
                        Well. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(860)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_860"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e560" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e560"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e560"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    4 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                  Oh my. I am drinking the strongest 
                        cup of coffee. I've been drinking green tea in the morning 
                        and coffee in the afternoon, or not at all. But the 
                        last few days I've been craving coffee late at night. 
                        I haven't had it because it just seemed like a bad idea 
                        but I keep wanting it. So this morning I decided to 
                        drink some first thing. And I made this really, really 
                        strong cup. My eyes are spinning. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I watched <a href="http://www.hbo.com/films/umbria/">My 
                                                House In Umbria</a> last night 
                        because 
                                                <a href="http://susanjayne.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_susanjayne_archive.html#107634775381325641">Susan 
                                                liked it.</a> It was pretty 
                                                fabulous. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        have a buzz and heart full of chaos. I think I'll clean 
                        my kitchen. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(861)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_861"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e561" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e561"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e561"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    5 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                  I 
                                                spent hours looking at photos 
                                                and film of the Gay weddings 
                                                in SF looking for my friends. 
                                                I know four couples who got 
                                                married and I wasn't invited 
                                                to one wedding. Harrrrrumph. 
                                                Might have been the fact that 
                                                I never go to parties. Or the 
                                                fact that two of the couple 
                                                were married in the first two 
                                                days when everything was in 
                                                hyper drive. I heard that Leslie 
                                                had been on CNN but I didn't 
                                                see her. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                                                then <a href="http://www.jsonline.com/news/metro/feb04/211066.asp">this 
                                                sweetheart guy</a> interviewed 
                                                Ari and Leslie and put <a href="http://graphics.jsonline.com/graphics/news/img/feb04/waite022804.jpg">their 
                                                cute picture</a> in the article. 
                                                Could they be cuter? I do not 
                                                think so. </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">                        <p align="justify"><a id="e562" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e562"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e562"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    5 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                  I put together <a href="http://www.bigfatblog.com/columnists/archives/001186.php">a column</a> for 
                                                BFB. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                                not sure it could be harder 
                                                for me to write than it is right 
                                                now. If can be&nbsp;harder, 
                                                I just don't want to know. Of 
                                                course I did have to stop and 
                                                clean my keyboard with a Q-tip 
                                                and isotropy alcohol. Oh yeah. 
                                                It had to be done. Not because 
                                                the keyboard was particularly 
                                                unclean but as long as I was 
                                                cleaning it I didn't have to 
                                                be writing. It's just so hard. 
                                                </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                                                not always this hard. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yesterday 
                                                I read two posts that wove together 
                                                for me. <a href="http://www.ncf.carleton.ca/~ek867/wood_s_lot.html">Mark</a> 
                                                linked to <a href="http://weblog.delacour.net/archives/2004/02/kankei_relationship_or_connection.php">Jonathon's 
                                                reentry post</a>. It's a lovely 
                                                post full, of things to ponder. 
                                                One of which was the nature 
                                                of blogging and the quality 
                                                of relationship it creates. 
                                                And then there was <a href="http://randomwalks.com/drublood/archives/018917.html">Dru</a> 
                                                linking to <a href="http://randomwalks.com/drublood/archives/018917.html">a 
                                                post by Aaron</a>. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                                                are so many conversations swirling 
                                                around in all this but of course 
                                                this is my blog. Heh. And I'm 
                                                thinking about my request for 
                                                dialogue on fat politics. <a href="http://www.christineregina.com/foxy/archives/001333.html#001333">Glovefox</a> 
                                                had, in fact, written some musings 
                                                about her own process with weight 
                                                loss and the perspective her 
                        experience  
                                                creates relative to size issues, 
                                                for her. She and I had some 
                                                conversation in her comments. 
                                                I think it went relatively well. 
                                                </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">A 
                                                few years ago I saw the film 
                                                <a href="http://www.stirfryseminars.com/pages/wo_men.htm">Last 
                                                Chance For Eden</a>. Lee Mun 
                                                Wah makes these films in which 
                                                he gathers a group of folks 
                                                together to discuss issues of 
                                                race and in this one sexism. 
                                                He films the discussion. I remember 
                                                one white woman who was frustrated 
                                                to the point of tears during 
                                                the race conversation because 
                                                she didn't want to be thought 
                                                of as racist. And then in the 
                                                sexism conversation she was 
                                                frustrated to the point of tears 
                                                because the men wouldn't cop 
                                                to their sexism. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">These 
                                                conversations are difficult 
                                                and hurtful. The really gross 
                                                things that are said about fat 
                                                people don't hurt me as much 
                                                as the little unconscious things 
                                                I hear and read by thin and 
                                                average sized people. Particularly 
                                                people on the left. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.feministe.us/blog/">Ms 
                        Lauren</a> says (in comments) I can do a guest post 
                        about fat politics. On the one hand that's incredibly 
                        generous and kind and the other hand it's not exactly 
                        gonna get it done. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        other day I was reading Ms Lauren and she's <a href="http://www.feministe.us/blog/archives/000752.php">talking 
                        about her photo</a> and she say something we often hear 
                        about the photo maybe making her look fat. It's not 
                        a horrible thing. I'm very fond of Ms. Lauren and her 
                        blogging. And she has a right to not want to look fat. 
                        And I don't think it's a big deal. But there was this 
                        part of me that wanted to leave a comment about looking 
                        fat being a good thing.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">One 
                        time <a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/boldtype/0398/hornbacher/">Marya 
                        Hornbacher </a>came into a room and asked me if the 
                        jeans she was wearing made her look fat. Now, there's 
                        so much to think about in that moment and she and I 
                        talked about it all. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">What 
                        is so bad about looking fat? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Every 
                        individual has the right to make choices about their 
                        bodies. Every individual has the right to opinion and 
                        preference. But we do bump into each other. We do hurt 
                        each other. Things will be said. Things will go wrong. 
                        Growth is a messy business. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Some 
                        of this is coming up for me because of the discussion 
                        on <a href="http://randomwalks.com/drublood/archives/018881.html#comments">Dru's 
                        blog</a> and <a href="http://randomwalks.com/drublood/archives/018875.html">the 
                        post</a> that brought it all on. And hearing the piece 
                        <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/03/03/health/main603825.shtml">on 
                        the news</a> about fat women making less money and trying 
                        so hard to make the distinction between personal experiences 
                        of our bodies and a politic. A politic that talks about 
                        how we as community are diminished as a whole when we 
                        are diminished as individuals. And there's an interesting 
                        funny double meaning in that notion when it comes to 
                        fat people. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        keep thinking about being in the doctors office when 
                        I was a kid. My mom trying to figure out why I was fat. 
                        We lived in Pittsburgh. Lots of hills. We walked everywhere. 
                        we lived with her mom and dad and my grandmom did feed 
                        me well. And mom baked. We didn't eat fast food. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        was a kid who liked &nbsp;to read and day dream and 
                        drift. I was never a kid who liked to play sports. But 
                        I was also a preteen who loved to dance. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        through it all I was fat. And there was my mother trying 
                        to understand what was going wrong. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                        not about how I feel about being fat. It's about fairness 
                        in the market place and in health care and in representation 
                        and in access. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">We 
                        all write about the things that catch our attention. 
                        And, as I said before, there's a lot going on. Of course 
                        I'm going to be aware of constant reports on the nightly 
                        news about obesity with the photos of fat people cut 
                        off at the neck. Do you ever notice that? Fat bodies 
                        as an icon for disgust and contempt but don't look at 
                        the face because then&nbsp;you might have to deal with 
                        their humanity. It just seems like every once in a while 
                        some of the great thinkers we have in the blog world 
                        who aren't fat might notice something once in awhile. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Just 
                        for the record, I do know that there has been blogging 
                        about fat politics on <a href="http://www.amptoons.com/blog/">Alas, 
                        a blog</a>. Barry self identified as fat but I think 
                        Pink Dream Poppies is not fat. I'm not sure why I think 
                        that. I'm not sure why I feel the need to mention it 
                        excpet I've been thinkng about it. </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">To write, even in obscurity is worthwhile. As Samuel Becket put it, writing 
is a way of leaving &quot;a stain upon the silence.&quot; <a href="http://www.alternet.org/story.html?StoryID=16206">Tai 
                        Moses </a>&nbsp;via <a href="http://michaelgates.blogspot.com/">Michael 
                        Gates</a> via <a href="http://savoradin.com/">Tonio</a></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><a id="e563" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e563"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e563"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    6 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                  Sometimes I wish ...</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        wish I was writing <a href="http://www.ashladle.org/">about 
                        Emily Dickinson.</a> Or writing <a href="http://www.lorianneschaub.com/blog">about 
                        Susan Sontag and photography</a>. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">One 
                        of the teachers in my MFA program said that he didn't 
                        write for a year after he graduated from his MFA program. 
                        I was so smug. I thought it wouldn't happen to me. I, 
                        after all, have A&nbsp;BLOG. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/December2003.htm">December</a> 
                        was hard and <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/January2004.htm">January</a> 
                        was worse. <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/February2004.htm">February</a> 
                        just went by in a blur. Here we are at the point of 
                        the year when people pay quarterly taxes and I don't 
                        even have an income. And writing feels like trying to 
                        wake up from the deepest sleep. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        are now two pieces of writing revving around in the 
                        back of my head. One about the boxes my mom sends me, 
                        full of the things she wants to get rid of and the box 
                        of things I'll be getting from aunt as she sells of 
                        her family home. The other is a piece about how notions 
                        of health have become a mechanism for social control. 
                        I can feel both pieces. Just at the tip of a synapse. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                        night, when I was trying to go to sleep,&nbsp;it seemed 
                        like I could feel my brain pulsing. I had just read 
                        a&nbsp;<a href="http://www.redpolka.org/blog/archives/001424.html">couple</a> 
                        of <a href="http://www.redpolka.org/blog/archives/001423.html">posts</a> 
                        and, with all the stuff going on here, my brain was 
                        just throbbing. After twenty minutes of tossing about 
                        I got up outta the bed and pulled <a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0808562827&music=&buyable=1&assoc_id=">The 
                        Bluest Eye</a> off the shelf. Marilyn bought me a box 
                        set of six Toni Morrison novels for my birthday a few 
                        years ago. I've been thinking I want to start at the 
                        beginning and read them all. Rereading the ones I've 
                        already read. Maybe now is the time. Sometimes reading 
                        pulls&nbsp;me out of silence. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Not 
                        that I've been silent. And not that I'm ever going to 
                        quit writing about fat politics. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sometimes 
                        when I'm going through a change I find myself in the 
                        middle of sentences thinking that I don't mean what 
                        I'm saying. And I can feel new ideas, not quite formed, 
                        trying to coalesce. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        blog is like the ledge I'm clinging to, praying that 
                        I can find the words for one more day. I've read people's 
                        good byes and been so happy when they come <a href="http://www.stonefishspine.com/">back.</a> 
                        Come <a href="http://pagecount.burningbird.net/blog.html">back.</a> 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        wrote about Emily when I was in college. Yes I did. 
                        I read <a href="http://www.english.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/my-emily.html">My 
                        Emily Dickinson</a> and <a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0812966015&music=&buyable=0&assoc_id=">My 
                        Wars Are Laid Away in Books</a> and <a href="http://plagiarist.com/poetry/?wid=1580">poems</a> 
                        <a href="http://plagiarist.com/poetry/?wid=8490">poems</a> 
                        <a href="http://plagiarist.com/poetry/?wid=7087">poems</a> 
                        and I tried to <a href="http://www.plagiarist.com/poetry/?wid=1595">tell 
                        the truth slant.</a> It wasn't that long ago. But it 
                        was before my MFA program which, just for the moment, 
                        I am blaming for my inability to finish, or start for 
                        that matter, a sustained piece of writing. Instead I 
                        tell my name to an admiring (I hope) <strike>blog</strike> 
                        bog. Trying to leave my own <a href="http://www.alternet.org/story.html?StoryID=16206">stain</a> 
                        upon my own silence.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        spent the day cleaning. Jane is coming from Oregon for 
                        a few days. &nbsp;I made the kale and red bean soup 
                        with kale and red beans this time. I'm drinking a glass 
                        of <a href="http://www.blackstone-winery.com/2.1.6_ca_merlot.html">wine</a> 
                        which, since I haven't been drinking wine lately is 
                        hitting me in much the same way the coffee did the other 
                        day. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Only 
                        different. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        have a <a href="http://www.cassandrawilson.com/">Cassandra 
                        Wilson</a> festival going and I'm going back to my book, 
                        where all my wars are lay to rest. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sometimes 
                        I wish...</span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e564" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e564"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e564"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    7 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                  My apartment feels good. It 
                        has that little bit of extra polish that you do when 
                        company is coming. I've known Jane for more than half 
                        my life. I doubt she'd judge me too harshly because 
                        of a few dust bunnies. But it just seemed like the thing 
                        to do. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        woke up way too early. <a href="http://www.earthcalendar.net/_php/lunarphases.php">Full 
                        moon</a> last night. Didn't sleep well. And I wanted 
                        to be awake and showered and dressed when Jane got here. 
                        She isn't due for a couple of hours and I'm all ready. 
                        I ate some scrambled eggs and drank some tea. And did 
                        the dishes. Maybe Jane will want to walk up into North 
                        Beach and get some coffee and a muffin. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        finished <a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0808562827&music=&buyable=1&assoc_id=">The 
                        Bluest Eye</a> last night. I know I read this book years 
                        ago but I didn't remember much of it. I don't think 
                        I had the emotional maturity to read it then. Even now 
                        there are parts of the book that I know I pulled away 
                        from emotionally. It is a devastating book. She managed 
                        to&nbsp;write a scene of rape and incest in such a way 
                        that I felt overwhelming compassion for the father and 
                        the daughter. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        edition of the book that I'm reading has an afterward 
                        by Ms Morrison in which she talks about why she wrote 
                        it in the way she wrote it. She didn't think the book 
                        was entirely successful. She says that, &quot;Holding 
                        the despising glance while sabotaging it was difficult.&quot; 
                        And that, for me,&nbsp;is the experience of the book. 
                        Having to hold the complexity of why people are who 
                        they are and how they sometimes pass misery from generation 
                        to generation. But, most specifically, how the institution 
                        of racism shapes self image. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        the book is about the poisonous qualities our ideas 
                        of beauty hold. The ways in which they drive us to madness. 
                        This is a book I can imagine needing to read again. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        going to jump right into <a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0375415351&music=&buyable=0&assoc_id=">Sula,</a> 
                        which I also read and also can't remember. Sometimes 
                        I think I was sleepwalking for the first ten years of 
                        my adult life. </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e565" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e565"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e565"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    8 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                  Jane and I went <a href="http://www.mooses.com/">to 
                        lunch</a>, sat in <a href="http://www.mesart.com/artwork.jsp.que.artwork.eq.865.shtml">the 
                        park</a> for awhile&nbsp;and then she went to spend 
                        some time with another friend and I came home to bake 
                        a cake. Her birthday was in February and Alexandra's 
                        birthday is today. We're going to meet her at the <a href="http://www.sfflmart.com/faq_frameset.html">Flower 
                        Mart</a>, and then go for lunch and then come back here 
                        for cake and ice cream. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        had trouble getting the cake out of the pan. One layer 
                        split in half. I managed to get it put together but 
                        it looks like it's been dropped on the floor. Plus, 
                        I suck at icing. I make lumpy icing. I made some icing 
                        for some cookies during the big Christmas bake and it 
                        was lumpy. I think the problem is that I believe I can 
                        hand whisk the powdered sugar in and I always end up 
                        needing to use an electric mixer. But by the time I 
                        get there some of the powdered sugar has formed into 
                        lumps. Maybe I should sift the sugar but I don't. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">What 
                        the cake lacks in beauty it will make up for in flavor. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://missindependent.rediffblogs.com/">Mehak'</a>s 
                        comment in my last post has already brought reaction. 
                        I thought I'd answer her question&nbsp;in this post. 
                        I wasn't sure where to answer it on her blog. I use 
                        the word fat because I am fat. It's just that simple. 
                        I am aware that there are people in the world who think 
                        I should be ashamed of being fat but I'm not. I am aware 
                        that there are people in the world who think I'm ugly 
                        because I'm fat. I don't. I am aware that there are 
                        people in the world who think I am lazy and gluttonous 
                        because I am fat. I am not. I am simply fat. There are 
                        other ways to describe my body. Words that people imagine 
                        to be polite. But, <a href="http://www.fatso.com/man7.html">as 
                        Marilyn says,</a> I find those words imprecise. And 
                        maybe because people are so offended by a word that 
                        is simply descriptive of something that I am, I use 
                        the word. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        now I'm off to spend <a href="http://www.un.org/cyberschoolbus/womensday/index.asp">International 
                        Women's day</a> with one of my oldest friends and one 
                        of my newer friends, both wonderful women. </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e566" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e566"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e566"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    9 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                  The birthday cake was a hit. 
                        No one is ever as critical of my cooking as I am. I'm 
                        not really&nbsp;that critical of my cooking. Baking 
                        is different. I don't know as much as I would need to 
                        know to adjust for things that go wrong. Given that 
                        the cake I made spit into more than a few pieces coming 
                        out of the pan I think it looked pretty good. And chocolate 
                        is chocolate after all. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It 
                        was a beautiful day. Being around flowers is always 
                        nice. We had a <a href="http://www.ilfornaio.com/">nice 
                        lunch.</a> Pretty mellow. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Jane 
                        doesn't listen to the news. And while I might have some 
                        judgements about not being informed I must&nbsp;say 
                        that when I asked Jane what she thought about Janet 
                        Jackson she didn't know what I was talking about. I 
                        love that. I love that she didn't spend one minute of 
                        her life thinking about it. Until she came here. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Of 
                        course, for me, not being informed might mean that you 
                        wake up one morning in a country where censorship is 
                        the law of the land. But being informed means having 
                        to hold notions of complexity and sometimes find yourself 
                        defending the rights <a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=F50B11FB38580C758EDDAB0894DC404482">of 
                        people</a> you personally find contemptible. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Ah 
                        well. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        just heard the news that <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2004/03/09/arts/09GRAY.html?8hpib">Spalding 
                        was found.</a> And despite the fact that it seemed inevitable 
                        that he would be found, I hoped that he might popup 
                        somewhere. Maybe working as a dishwasher and writing 
                        a book. Finding a way to reinvent himself.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Ah 
                        well. Indeed. </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e567" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e567"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e567"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    10 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                  Jane did a bit of running 
                        around by herself. Which was good because she likes 
                        Macy's and The Gap and that isn't my thing. Then we 
                        had <a href="http://www.zaonoodle.com/">some dinner</a> 
                        and came home for more cake. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Someone 
                        read <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/Avoirdupois.htm">Avoirdupois</a> 
                        and pointed out that one chapter ended with me in California 
                        and a few paragraphs into the next chapter I'm in Colorado. 
                        That might not always be a problem but it was an easy 
                        fix. So I actually spent some time writing yesterday. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Rewriting 
                        is my favorite part of writing. I tend to write in a 
                        gush and the go back and rearrange and plump and trim 
                        and fuss. I really like it. On one hand, finding a gaff 
                        like that in a book I've been calling done is a worry. 
                        I sometimes wonder if I'll ever finish this book. If 
                        I look at for more than a minute I start picking at 
                        it. On the other hand, it was an easy fix. And after 
                        two years of resisting my workshop's demand for more 
                        scenes and more dialogue (two things I never intended 
                        to write) (ever) I find that there is a scene, complete 
                        with dialogue forming in a part of my brain. Maybe later 
                        I'll go back and write it. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It 
                        was a good feeling. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.sallypugh.org/body2.htm">Yoga</a> 
                        was moved to Wednesday so I'll be going to class right 
                        about the time Jane leaves for the airport. </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e568" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e568"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e568"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    11 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                  I left for yoga yesterday. 
                        Walked out into a sunny day. Felt like my posture was 
                        good and my knees were stronger. The bus came in a relatively 
                        short time. I rode to the next bus, which also came 
                        in good time. I needed to get on a third bus because 
                        I wasn't sure where on Valencia the new place was. The 
                        Valencia bus was sitting there at the stop. I waited. 
                        And waited. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Twenty 
                        minutes later the only way to get to class on time was 
                        to get in a cab. But I was in a terrible part of town 
                        for a cab. I finally got one and ended up traveling 
                        in an arc that took forever and cost twelve bucks. Downtown 
                        SF is a maze of no left turns and red lights. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        got to class late and whatever good mood I'd been in 
                        as I left the apartment was now frayed. Sally got me 
                        a chair but I didn't get that time to shake off the 
                        street that I like to have. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sally 
                        was doing this wonderful thing. She was telling people 
                        to notice what was working and not what wasn't. She 
                        reiterated that theme over and over through each posture. 
                        I knew that was the way to go but the balance had shifted 
                        inside me. The frustration of waiting for a bus that 
                        never moves. The lack of information about why. Trying 
                        to get a cab. Being in the cab going in all the wrong 
                        directions because that city is just a maze. Spending 
                        money I don't have on cab fare. I just couldn't quite 
                        let it all go. Sally kept talking about finding the 
                        place where there is no effort. I don't have a place 
                        where there is no effort. Instead my mind was full of 
                        need. I need more money. I need more health care. I 
                        need a massage. I need help to feel better.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        took a bus to the trolley. <a href="http://www.streetcar.org/">The 
                        trolley</a> can be a nice ride. Long. And slow. I had 
                        a book. &nbsp;It can be a nice slow ride with a good 
                        book. It can also be a ride filled with tourists. Packed. 
                        Noisy. Hot. Long. Slow.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">On 
                        market street two women got on, both in wheel chairs, 
                        both fat. They were jovial. Chatting with other passengers. 
                        Engaged. Engaging. At the end of the ride two older 
                        women got on and sat a few seats behind me. One turned 
                        to the other and in the most venomous&nbsp;tone commented 
                        on the size of the two women in the wheel chairs. Absolute 
                        contempt. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                        night I finished <a href="http://www.luminarium.org/contemporary/tonimorrison/sula.htm">Sula.</a> 
                        I think I know why I have such a hard time remembering 
                        these books. I read them when I was young and wanted 
                        right to be right and wrong to be wrong. Toni Morrison 
                        does not allow for that kind of simplistic thinking. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Everything 
                        in this book, much like The Bluest Eye, is about relationship. 
                        Relationships between women, between women and men, 
                        between adult and child. Individual relationships. Relationships 
                        to the community. Relationships and history. And poverty. 
                        And racism. And sexism. And hunger. Sula isn't really 
                        the center of the book. She is just one person in a 
                        portrait of a town. But she is a vortex. An explanation, 
                        of sorts.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        put the book down and thought about Sally's efforts 
                        to get us to focus on what was working. It's certainly 
                        better than the alternative. But then again, when you 
                        are in <a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/496_1.cfm">a 
                        pose</a>, (although my foot is on the arch of the other&nbsp;foot 
                        and not up on my thigh) and your hip is hurting, it 
                        is difficult not to notice the pain. In fact it's stupid 
                        not to notice the pain. It's stupid to try and maintain 
                        a pose that you can't maintain. You drop the pose. And 
                        then try again.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        so at the end of the day I was awash in emotions, Good. 
                        And bad. And I had a dream in which&nbsp;the screen 
                        door was broken in my childhood home. And someone was 
                        going to help me fix it. </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e569" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e569"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e569"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    12 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                   <a href="http://www.msmagazine.com/Editor_Martha.htm">MS 
                        has an open letter in support of Martha Stewart.</a> 
                        Maybe it's because I'm reading all the Toni Morrison 
                        but I feel support for people. People who I normally 
                        don't care much about. Reading people in the context 
                        of history and with an eye for the social constructs 
                        in which they live makes it hard to hold anyone in a 
                        one dimensional perspective. It's hard for me to worry 
                        about Martha. But I agree with the MS letter. I agree 
                        with <a href="http://www.ashladle.org/archives/000310.html#000310">Maria's 
                        astute essay on Martha</a>. I agree with my mom who 
                        is very upset about Martha. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">When 
                        I was working in restaurants in the east people who 
                        worked with Martha called her Martha dearest. I've always 
                        had an appreciation for the detailed way in which she 
                        documents things about food and gardening. But&nbsp;I'm 
                        here to tell you that it's easier to have a little farm 
                        in the country and a place in the city and make everything 
                        from scratch if you have a staff. I own books and magazines 
                        by Martha. I own them because there was good information 
                        in them. And I do think she is being hung on some kind 
                        of loopy corporate apologist cross. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        it's not just Martha. I<a href="http://www.commondreams.org/views04/0311-08.htm">'m 
                        not happy about what happened to Howard.</a> I thought 
                        about that yesterday when I turned on the television 
                        to try and find some news <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2004/03/12/international/europe/12TERR.html?hp">about 
                        Spain.</a> There wasn't any. There was lots of talk 
                        about nothing. It may seem odd to think about Howard 
                        in that context but it's about media consolidation and 
                        no news news and the dumbing down of us all. And, like 
                        I said, I'm reading Morrison and thinking about difficult 
                        people.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yesterday 
                        I did some laundry. I sat in the little garden behind 
                        my building <a href="http://www.luminarium.org/contemporary/tonimorrison/solomon.htm">reading</a> 
                        while the machines hummed from the laundry room. I was 
                        still feeling a little bit cranky about the getting 
                        to and from yoga saga. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        still cranky. I had bad dreams last night. I can't even 
                        remember them but they were scary and I didn't sleep 
                        well. I woke up at 6:30 and I didn't even want to try 
                        to go back to sleep. But it's OK. I have things I need 
                        to do today so I'm glad I'm awake early.&nbsp;</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">A 
                        while back a friend of mine sent me a chain letter. 
                        Normally I toss them in the trash but this one was a 
                        kitchen towel swap. You have to send a kitchen towel 
                        to someone and then send the letter to six more people. 
                        And, if it works, you get 36 kitchen towels. There was 
                        something about getting kitchen towels in the mail. 
                        It just made me happy. I even bought the towel to send 
                        to the person on my letter but I never got it done because 
                        I can't quite face sending it to six people. If you 
                        want to participate in the kitchen towel chain letter 
                        let me know. Think about it. Kitchen towels in your 
                        mail box. Wouldn't that be fun? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Maybe 
                        I should send one to Martha.</span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e570" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e570"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e570"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    13 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                   I have a bad case of what's 
                        the use goin on today. And it seems wrong headed because 
                        I watched <a href="http://www.netflix.com/MovieDisplay?trkid=3257&movieid=60020770">Bread 
                        and Roses</a> on <a href="http://www.ifctv.com/ifc/index">IFC</a> 
                        yesterday. It's a nice movie. People working for their 
                        own liberation. There are victories. And there are prices 
                        to pay. I just got stuck on the unfairness of it all. 
                        And that seems wrong headed. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        whadaya gonna do?</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">One 
                        of the hardest things for me to deal with is feeling 
                        misunderstood. And that's really not a good thing for 
                        a writer. Because no matter how well you write something 
                        you may be misunderstood. it's just the way it is. Most 
                        of the time I have a rapid compartmentalization process. 
                        Process. Process. Process. But today I'm feeling slow. 
                        </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e571" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e571"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e571"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    13 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                   People, when they are making 
                        a disparaging remark about someone's cooking, will sometimes 
                        say that the person can't boil an egg. Well, I know 
                        I can cook. But I sometimes worry about boiling eggs. 
                        I do. It's something that I don't do very often. And 
                        I always think there's some number thing. Like bring 
                        to a boil and take off heat for ah-zoo-wah number of 
                        minutes. My instincts are good and it usually works 
                        out but I do actually worry the whole thing.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yesterday 
                        I wanted egg salad. That only happens about once a year. 
                        Or less. But I made some with lots of celery and red 
                        onion and a bit of curry powder. It was good. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        was buried in <a href="http://www.luminarium.org/contemporary/tonimorrison/solomon.htm">my 
                        book</a> most of the day. And I picked up <a href="http://www.luminarium.org/contemporary/tonimorrison/tarbaby.htm">the 
                        next book</a> as soon I finished. I used to this when 
                        I was in high school. I'd find a writer and read everything 
                        by them I could find. It's instructive in terms of voice. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        I'm still having the experience of remembering my own 
                        life when I read the books the first time. Although 
                        I hadn't read Song of Solomon. I think I might have 
                        read the first few pages once but never the whole book. 
                        And it is such a great book. Tar Baby is the first book 
                        I haven't been overwhelmed by. And that's because of 
                        the amount of dialogue. I just don't love reading dialogue. 
                        Ironically I was sure I hadn't read it before and as 
                        soon as I began to rea I realized I had. <a href="http://www.luminarium.org/contemporary/tonimorrison/beloved.htm">Beloved</a> 
                        is next. And I have read that book twice. But I might 
                        go for it again. Just coz I'm doin a thang, doncha know. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Egg 
                        salad and reading. Yep. It's swinging around here. </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e572" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e572"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e572"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    15 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                   Blogging is really wonderful. 
                        Because&nbsp;I listen to a lot of alternative radio 
                        I get a fair among of the news I can't get on television. 
                        It's always bugged me that you have to work so hard 
                        to find things out. I was frustrated trying to find 
                        news about Spain the other day. Marie linked to <a href="http://mulubinba.typepad.com/mulubinba_moments/">this 
                        blog</a> which links to&nbsp;<a href="http://www.puertadelsolblog.com/">this 
                        blog</a>. Suddenly I feel like I can breathe. We really 
                        can be in touch with one another and hear the story 
                        from beating&nbsp;hearts and open minds. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        don't feel good. Not sure why. I'm just feeling yucky. 
                        So thoughts aren't forming. I'm drifting. </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e573" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e573"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e573"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    16 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                   l've been meaning to link 
                                                <a href="http://www.cobaltika-studio.com/reconstructed-mind/">Bobbie's</a> 
                                                on line <a href="http://www.cobaltika-gallery.com/">gallery.</a> 
                                                &nbsp;<a href="http://lovesinsects.blogspot.com/">Artichoke 
                                                Heart </a>has a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0809325691/qid=1079412989/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/002-7628575-1600862?v=glance&s=books">new 
                                                book</a> out. I think <a href="http://jadedju.com/">Jill</a> 
                                                needs to put up some kind of 
                                                <a href="http://jadedju.com/archives/000771.html">store</a>. 
                                                </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Oh 
                                                yeah. And I need a job.</span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                watched <a href="http://www.netflix.com/MovieDisplay?movieid=20371374&srchTrk=10110000037000d000c0000.20371374.15553&mqso=60177680&OVRAW=antonia's%20line&OVKEY=antonias%20line&OVMTC=standard">Antonia's 
                                                Line</a> last night. Left me 
                                                with a deep smile.</span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Do 
                                                you know about the <a href="http://www.bigfatblog.com/archives/001191.php">opera 
                                                singer</a> who was fired because 
                                                she was too fat? How many kinds 
                                                of <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2004/03/15/DDG0V5JIHV1.DTL">wrong</a> 
                                                is that? Doesn't make you wanna 
                                                <a href="http://www.bigfatblog.com/campaigns/?issue_id=11">shout 
                                                at someone</a>?</span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(874)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_874"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e574" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e574"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e574"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    18 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                   lt was noisy this morning. 
                        Some big boat was coming in to dock at about 5:00 AM, 
                        blowing a deep pitched tone that rattled the windows. 
                        And some smaller boat was blowing a higher less rattling 
                        tone. They did this call and response at intervals that 
                        pulled me out of the deep sleep zone, let me fall back 
                        in and then pulled me back out again. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Then 
                        some hammering. From I just don't know where. Then the 
                        dove that often wakes me with its persistent morning 
                        coo. And the trash guys. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">As 
                        a result I slept about a half an hour longer than I 
                        usually do. Rolling from one side to the other diving 
                        back for that thread of dream stuff, always looking 
                        for clues.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.sallypugh.org/index.htm">Sally</a> 
                        had me demonstrate a <a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/495_1.cfm">yoga 
                        pose</a> yesterday. I resisted the idea at first. It 
                        is true that after only a month of going to class and 
                        doing my much speedier version at home I feel stronger. 
                        But I didn't do much yoga last week. I was wrestling 
                        with a bad mood. (The bad mood won. ) (Mostly.) And 
                        I felt terrible on the way to class. My back hurt. My 
                        knees hurt. I did not feel like someone who ought to 
                        be demonstrating nuthin to no one. Mind you, there were 
                        only three of us in class. One new woman and one woman 
                        who has been taking class longer than I have. I made 
                        a furtive attempt to pass the demonstration to her. 
                        She declined. At a certain point you just feel like 
                        a duff if you don't do it. And, really, this is one 
                        of Sally's coolest things. She could demonstrate the 
                        pose herself but she wants the pose to look the way 
                        it looks on a fat body. And so I and my fifty year old 
                        fat body did the warrior pose. And she said I did a 
                        wonderful job. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Heh. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        noticed that I never do the side stretches when I'm 
                        at home. I don't know why I forget them. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Before 
                        I left for class I heard an interview <a href="http://kpfa.org/archives/archives.php?id=24">on 
                        KPFA</a> with a guy who wrote <a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0375433325&music=&buyable=0&assoc_id=">a 
                        book on hope and illness</a>. He talked about people 
                        with knee issues. After class I felt like my knees were 
                        stronger. I really need to win the battle with the bad 
                        mood. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">After 
                        class I stood that the bus stop for forty minutes waiting 
                        for the bus. The battle rages on. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(875)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_875"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                                                    AM</font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">
                        <p align="justify"><a id="e575" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e575"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e575"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    19 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                   l was watching an <a href="http://www.ifctv.com/ifc/index">IFC</a> 
                                                documentary <a href="http://www.ifctv.com/ifc/what?CAT0=45&CAT1=5288&MO=03&DA=03&YR=2004&CLR=blue&TZ=ET&TB=4">on 
                                                women film makers</a>. Pretty 
                                                cool. The women talked about 
                                                things like the importance of 
                                                seeing representations of themselves. 
                                                I thought about not seeing fat 
                                                women in film. Not in any serious 
                                                way. Not often enough. There 
                        was a comment that one film 
                                                maker made and many of the women 
                                                reiterated about how women think 
                                                they are fat, or ugly but they 
                                                aren't. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                                                it certainly is true. The&nbsp;images 
                                                of beauty and size in most movies 
                                                and media are so distorted that 
                                                we are living in a toxic environment. It becomes 
                                                really hard for women to think 
                                                of themselves as beautiful when 
                                                they don't measure up. Or down. 
                                                </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                was reminded of a recent <a href="http://observer.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,6903,511730,00.html">article 
                                                by Susie Orbach.</a> In which 
                                                she talks about the way thin 
                                                girls come to believe they are 
                                                fat. It's an interesting article. 
                                                It's sort of typically Orbach. 
                        I remember reading <a href="http://staceys.booksense.com/NASApp/store/IndexJsp;jsessionid=68CE2C4AA87D44D3C5FE7F3FFAC115CE.t1?s=showproduct&isbn=0883659875">Fat 
                        is a Feminist Issue,</a> back in the day. The political 
                        analysis of women and their bodies was right on. Thrilling 
                        really. But there was the idea that if you were liberated 
                        you would be thin. It would just happen as a result 
                        of your process. I spent so many years chasing a belief 
                        in a clarity that would cause my weight to disappear. 
                        I spent years trying to disappear. Encouraged to do 
                        so by a feminist analysis of being fat. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">When I read the article 
                                                and when I saw the documentary 
                                                I found myself thinking about 
                                                those of us who are fat. Or 
                                                ugly. What about us? </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Clearly 
                                                size and beauty are in the eye 
                                                of the beholder. In some ways. 
                                                But I don't know. It's hard 
                                                for me to talk about ugly because 
                                                my sense of beauty is ... oh 
                                                I don't know. I often find people 
                                                beautiful. People who aren't 
                                                thought of as beautiful. And&nbsp;when 
                                                it comes to size my ideas might 
                                                be a bit odd as well. Sometimes 
                                                I'm told someone is fat and 
                                                I'm dumb struck. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                                                I am fat. And what about me? 
                                                </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There's a way 
                                                in which these women are talking 
                                                about the narrow band of what 
                                                is beautiful and they're speaking 
                                                against it. But their ideas 
                                                are articulated in a way that 
                                                further marginalizes some women. 
                                                </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                                                was one movie, <a href="http://www.netflix.com/MovieDisplay?movieid=60028689&srchTrk=10110000047000b00070000.60028689.86508&mqso=60177680&OVRAW=dog%20fight%20movie&OVKEY=dogfight%20movie&OVMTC=standard">Dog 
                                                Fight.</a> I haven't seen it. 
                                                Lili Taylor and the film maker 
                                                were talking about her character. 
                                                The character is supposed to 
                                                be fat and ugly. They both talked 
                                                about how they felt fat and 
                                                ugly so it seemed valid for 
                                                Lili to play the part, despite 
                                                the fact that Lili is neither 
                                                fat, nor ugly. I'm crazy about 
                                                Lili Taylor but come on. Are 
                                                there no fat and ugly actors?</span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103251/">White 
                                                Place</a> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101912/">Frankie 
                                                and Johnny</a> were both films 
                                                in which the woman was supposed 
                                                to be fat and ugly. We get Susan 
                                                and Michelle. I love them. They're 
                                                great. And they are not fat. 
                                                Or ugly. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                have a love of beauty. I bought 
                                                four dollars worth of daffodils 
                                                and yellow tulips because I 
                                                need to look at them. They are 
                        a riot of yellow and form. When it comes to people beauty 
                        is a shape shifter. And I want to see movies with faces 
                        and bodies like mine.</span></font></p>
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                                                    AM</font></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e576" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e576"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e576"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    20 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                    Today is full of import. 
                        It's spring. There are people <a href="http://www.internationalanswer.org/campaigns/resources/index.html">gathering 
                        to call for an end to war</a>. And it's my blog birthday. 
                        I've been doing this for <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March.htm">three 
                        years.</a> Which, I must say, seems odd. I didn't know 
                        what I was doing when I began. I still don't. I didn't 
                        even call it blogging. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        <a href="http://www.blogtree.com/blogtree.php?blogid=4348">blog 
                        parents</a> didn't call it blogging. <a href="http://www.willa.com/">Willa</a> 
                        has a <a href="http://www.willa.com/journal/mar04/mar17.shtml">journal 
                        page</a> and a <a href="http://www.willa.com/weblog/">web 
                        log</a>. <a href="http://www.links.net/">Justin</a> 
                        didn't call it blogging when I saw him talking about 
                        it on MSNBC. That was back when MSNBC was almost cool. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        cling stubbornly to my <a href="http://www.namo.com/products/webeditor/">web 
                        editing software.</a> Well. It's more about fear than 
                        stubbornness. I have hosting issues I would need to 
                        resolve before I could use <a href="http://www.movabletype.org/">MT</a>. 
                        My cash flow problems keep my paralyzed. About once 
                        a year I try to advance my skills. I really like doing 
                        the design. I'm just not proficient. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">A 
                        little while ago I added a few things to the page. From 
                        <a href="http://www.bloghop.com/">Bloghop</a> I have 
                        learned that 9 people love me. 6 people hate me and 
                        three people each think I'm good, OK or I suck. That 
                        seems balanced. In a way. I'm a slithering reptile in 
                        the <a href="http://www.truthlaidbear.com/ecosystem.php">ecosystem.</a> 
                        Kinda yucky. I'm a three on <a href="http://portal.eatonweb.com/">Eatonweb</a>. 
                        I'm sort of average I guess. I let myself get worked 
                        up about all this from time to time. And then I tell 
                        myself to back away from the screen. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">When 
                        I first began I felt like I was putting a letter in 
                        a bottle and hurling it out to sea. The metaphor still 
                        holds for me. But I have found many other bottles washed 
                        up on my shore, opened every note with trembling hands 
                        and delighted in the message. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        think a lot of things about blogging. I can go on and 
                        on and not say much. At the end of it all I mostly feel 
                        gratitude. I'm grateful that anyone takes the time to 
                        read me. I'm grateful for the time people spend writing 
                        their own blog. I'm grateful for the friends I've made. 
                        I'm grateful for the things I've learned. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        I end this post feeling the same thing I felt when I 
                        began my first post. It's a feeling of bemused wonder. 
                        Lot's of hand wringing. Some teeth gnashing. And then 
                        I click on publish. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(877)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_877"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                                                    AM</font></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><a id="e577" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e577"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e577"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    21 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                    Uh Oh. It's the morning 
                        of the first day of my forth year of blogging and I'm 
                        sitting here staring at the screen. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                        night I'd turned off the computer and gone to bed with 
                        <a href="http://www.luminarium.org/contemporary/tonimorrison/jazz.htm">my 
                        book</a>. And then I got out of bed to turn the computer 
                        back on and see if <a href="http://www.booktv.org/publiclives/index.asp?segid=4425&schedID=257">Karen 
                        Armstrong</a> was going to be on Book TV again. Someone 
                        called me when she was on today and I wanted to see 
                        her. She's on again tonight. I'm not answering the phone 
                        this time. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        turned on the TV while the computer was powering up 
                        and got some news about <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2004/03/21/MNG215OU4F1.DTL">the 
                        demos</a> all over the world. I sat there with the light 
                        from the two screens burning my already tired eyes and 
                        thought about what, if anything, I had to say about 
                        it all. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        dunno. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        blame Toni Morrison for my lack of language today. I'm 
                        in a deep muse about complexity. I can't parse it enough 
                        to write. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        think I'm on a verge. </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(878)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_878"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                                                    AM</font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">
                        <p align="justify"><a id="e578" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e578"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e578"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    22 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                        </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Mehak 
                        feels she has <a href="http://missindependent.rediffblogs.com/2004_14_03_missindependent_archive.html#1079579418">gotten 
                        nasty comments</a> in response to the&nbsp;comments 
                        she left on my blog. And I think she's right. I don't 
                        think anyone was trying to be nasty. And I don't think 
                        Mehak was trying to be nasty when she asked why I use 
                        the word fat. I think we have a gap of understanding 
                        between us and I'm not sure how to cross it. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Mehak 
                        writes in a kind of short hand. It's not hard to figure 
                        out that r u means are you. I play with spelling myself. 
                        I think she's writing in a common short hand used in 
                        chat rooms and on blogs. But I don't always understand 
                        it. And I think some of the people who responded to 
                        her in my comment boxes were confused and put off by 
                        it. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        then there's the word fat and my use of it. I think 
                        Mehak is really saying that she doesn't want me to feel 
                        bad and that being fat, or being thought of as fat, 
                        might make me feel bad. And why shouldn't she think 
                        that? I hear fat used as an expletive. Some of my best 
                        friends, people who I know love me, people who listen 
                        to me harangue about fat politics, can't bring themselves 
                        to use the word fat. It's a word that holds much pain. 
                        And that's exactly why I use it. I'm taking it back. 
                        I'm saying that is simply descriptive.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        today I'm thinking about how to have a conversation 
                        with someone who is reading my blog and leaving comments 
                        and seems very sweet in many ways. Mehak's blog chalk 
                        says that she is between 21 and 25. She lives in India. 
                        I think it's amazing that we have found each other. 
                        But that's the coolness of blogging. When I was in India 
                        they called me motomal. I know how to say fat in many 
                        languages. I heard it shouted at me in the street. I 
                        heard it from the mouth of my <a href="http://www.babaji.net/">beloved 
                        guru</a>. I know how a word can feel like hate. I know 
                        how the same word can feel like love. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yesterday 
                        Deb and I got some cappuccinos and went to <a href="http://www.parks.sfgov.org/site/recpark_index.asp?id=18158">the 
                        marina,</a> where we sat in her truck and listened to 
                        <a href="http://www.cityarts.net/n.west.html">Cornell 
                        West</a> on <a href="http://www.kqed.org/programs/program-landing.jsp?progID=RD13">the 
                        radio.</a> We are both pretty enamored with <a href="http://www.cornelwest.com/">Professor 
                        West</a>. He uses language so beautifully. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        thought about that later when I was home and heard <a href="http://www.booktv.org/PublicLives/index.asp?segID=4452&schedID=257">Jason 
                        Blair</a> talking about his book. He seems contrite. 
                        But he doesn't use language beautifully. He seems to 
                        say what ought to be said. And he seems to know what 
                        ought to be said. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Maybe 
                        it's the way I'm listening. I listen to Cornell West 
                        with a wide open heart. I listen to Jason Blair with 
                        one eyebrow arched. And a small voice in the back of 
                        my own head reminds me that I need to balance both extremes. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.booktv.org/publiclives/index.asp?segid=4425&schedID=257">Karen 
                        Armstrong</a> was quite wonderful. I was interested 
                        in how she navigated her own spiritual dark night. I 
                        feel like I might still be in mine. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">After 
                        all that literary nourishment I watched <a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/alias/index.html">Alias</a> 
                        and <a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/thepractice/index.html">The 
                        Practice.</a> Both shows have deteriorated. As much 
                        as I love James Spader I think his character too dominate. 
                        And there are more guest stars than plot lines with 
                        the three extremely engaging characters still there 
                        from the earlier show. I always want more Camryn.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                        it was a day full of thinking about ethics and language 
                        and what makes something, or someone, compelling. And 
                        then I read the post from Mehak and wondered about the 
                        ethics of a comment box, the problems of syntax and 
                        the need to connect. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        have no answers. I do have <a href="http://www.mindspring.com/~cjalverson/because.htm">a 
                        poem,</a> suggested by Karen Armstrong, in which I am 
                        finding solace. </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e579" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e579"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e579"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    23 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Years 
                                                ago <a href="http://kobi.smugmug.com/gallery/82603/3/2911009">Kara</a> 
                                                gave me a <a href="http://www.fantes.com/marcato_raviolissima.htm">ravioli 
                                                attachment</a> for my <a href="http://www.fantes.com/images/Atlas.jpg">Atlas</a>. 
                                                I mean YEARS ago. More than 
                                                eight. I've never used it. Until 
                                                yesterday. </span></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                had some fresh peas and mushrooms. 
                                                I made the filling with ricotta, 
                                                asiago, the sauteed mushroom 
                                                and peas and a little shallot. 
                                                It's a long process. And there 
                                                is a learning curve. Like how 
                                                much filling to use and how 
                                                thin to make the pasta sheets. 
                                                But I did succeed in making 
                                                five ravioli. I was going to 
                                                make a sauce with cherry tomatoes 
                                                and roasted garlic but I was 
                                                tired and hungry and anxious 
                                                so I ate them with a bit of 
                                                butter. They were really, really 
                                                good. After I'd eaten I went 
                                                back and made more and I still 
                                                have filling so I'll be making 
                                                more today. </span></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                used to have an idea to make 
                                                ravioli with a fill that was 
                                                like samosa filling. Potato, 
                                                carrot, peas. Maybe 
                                                the dough could be spelt. Curry 
                                                cream sauce? It's something 
                                                to play around with. </span></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">After 
                                                <a href="http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_elayneriggs_archive.html#107997101700803064">reading 
                                                Elayne</a> I added an XML thing 
                                                with the help of <a href="http://www.wcc.vccs.edu/services/rssify/rssify.php">these 
                                                fine folks</a>. And I signed 
                                                up for <a href="http://www.bloglines.com/sub/http://fatshadow.com">Bloglines</a> 
                                                and <a href="http://www.blogstreet.com/bin/profile.cgi?url=fatshadow.com">Blogstreet.</a> 
                                                I think I'm doing something 
                                                wrong. I need to spend some 
                                                time with them. I don't quite 
                        get it all. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        pride myself on not being susceptible to commercials. 
                        I view them with a critical eye when I view them at 
                        all. Usually I hit mute while they're on. But I live 
                        <a href="http://www.dyson.com/story/default.asp">the 
                        guy</a> who came up with <a href="http://www.dyson.com/">these 
                        vacuum cleaners</a>. I swear. I love him. I want one 
                        so bad. There's a <a href="http://www.dyson.com/house/default.asp">little 
                        animation&nbsp;</a>on the site where you can make the 
                        guy vacuum. OOOOOOO</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        there's <a href="http://www.oxiclean.com/">Oxiclean.</a> 
                        I don't like the guy who does those commercials. He 
                        shouts. But I was taken in by the idea of cleaning set 
                        in stains. I have so may shirts with set in stains. 
                        I got some and tried it out yesterday on a white shirt 
                        covered with old tomato sauce stains. It works!!</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Really. 
                        I may have got quite batty. </span></span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;<font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">My adult life has been until now a succession of expectations and 
misperceptions. I dealt only 
with an idea I had of the world, not with the world as it is. But reality does 
intervene, eventually. &nbsp;&nbsp;- Joan Didion</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e580" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e580"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e580"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    24 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://yourcallradio.org/laura/laura.html">Laura 
                                                 Flanders</a> was at <a href="http://www.bookstore.com/">Clean 
                                                Well Lighted</a> talking about 
                                                her <a href="http://yourcallradio.org/laura/pages/books.html">new 
                                                book</a>. Deb and I went. 
                                                We went early so we could get 
                                                a seat. Really early. The worst 
                                                thing in the world for me is 
                                                sitting in a book store and 
                                                not being able to buy a book. 
                                                Maybe not the worst but really 
                                                in the top ten. But I have no 
                                                money. I did buy an old issue 
                                                of <a href="http://www.believermag.com/">The 
                                                Believer</a> which I've been 
                                                trying not to look at because 
                                                I don't need another magazine 
                                                or journal that I have to have. 
                                                But Deb bought it and there 
                                                was <a href="http://www.believermag.com/issues/october_2003/john_dagata.htm">this 
                                                article.</a> I guess if I'd 
                                                known it was on line I might 
                                                not have bought it. But I was 
                                                feeling so sorry for myself. 
                                                Sitting there. All those books. 
                                                No money. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        article talks about <a href="http://www.npr.org/features/feature.php?wfId=1395594">the 
                        dust up over Vivian Gornick's admission</a> that <a href="http://www.salon.com/books/feature/archives/2003/08/01/gornick/index_np.html">not 
                        everything in <i>Fierce 
                        Attachments</i></a></span></font><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.salon.com/books/feature/archives/2003/08/01/gornick/index_np.html"> 
                        is true</a>. Gornick is one of my favorite writers and 
                        <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=1-0807071234-5"><i>Fierce 
                        Attachments</i></a></span></font><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                        is one of my favorite books. And it doesn't bother me 
                        a bit that every detail isn't true. Because what is 
                        true is the intent. It's part of the psychological process 
                        of memory that we attach meaning to events. That meaning 
                        is entirely subjective and representational. The narrative 
                        may be oblique. When you're writing it out you cut and 
                        paste and maybe add some frills. </span></span></span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Everything 
                        in my <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/Avoirdupois.htm">wanna 
                        be book</a> is true but I'm also clear that it's true 
                        to my memory. And my meaning making. I made up the names 
                        of a few childhood friends because I couldn't remember 
                        them. I mushed together the events of a few summer vacations. 
                        And I might be wrong about what and how I remember. 
                        So? </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        article goes on to talk about <a href="http://www.salon.com/oct96/interview961028.html">Joan 
                        Didion's</a> books being meditations. I hadn't thought 
                        about them quite that way but it's true. <i><a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=62-0679433325-0">Where 
                        I Was From</a></i></span></font><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                        is masterful in that way. I remember when I finished 
                        reading it all I could think was that it drew conclusions 
                        that seemed obvious and yet I couldn't quite articulate 
                        them. </span></span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'd 
                        like to say my book is a meditation. I made an effort 
                        to resist drawing conclusions. But I live with pre drawn&nbsp;conclusions, 
                        in a way.</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Flanders 
                        was engaging. I'd like to read her book. I'm sure it's 
                        factual. But it's serving a different purpose. Memoir 
                        is in service to some need to reflect on life. It's 
                        not really autobiography. It has elements of autobiography. 
                        But there's a struggle for meaning in the writing. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Lucy 
                        Grealy said that <i><a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=1-006097673x-5">Autobiography 
                        of a Face</a> </i>wasn't 
                        all fact. And she was irritated that anyone would have 
                        a problem with that. She said, &quot; I'm a writer.&quot; 
                        </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        that may, or may not, explain it all. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(881)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_881"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                                                    AM</font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e581" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e581"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e581"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    25 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.mattgonzalez.com/">Matt</a> 
                        is back to the business of being the <a href="http://www.ci.sf.ca.us/site/bdsupvrs_index.asp?id=4638">president 
                        of the board</a>. I wanted him to be the mayor but I 
                        think there are ways in which he can get more done in 
                        his current role. Last night there was a new episode 
                        of his show. I can't find a site for it. His site doesn't 
                        mention it. He had <a href="http://www.votecamejo.org/">Peter 
                        Camejo</a> on talking about third party politics, representational 
                        democracy and Nader. And he talked to <a href="http://www.citylights.com/CLlf.html">Ferlinghetti</a> 
                        about <a href="http://www.georgekrevskygallery.com/artists/ferlinghetti/">painting.</a> 
                        Nice mix. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Third 
                        party politics is like balm to my terrified political 
                        soul. I am still a registered Democrat but I have already 
                        written the letter of resignation from the party. I'm 
                        staying in long enough to vote for <a href="http://www.denniskucinich.us/">Dennis</a> 
                        and then I'm out. I still haven't decided whether to 
                        register Green or independent and I'm not sure I can 
                        articulate why.</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        is no doubt that third parties agitate. In the conversation 
                        between Matt and Camejo (and there was a third man whose 
                        name I can't remember) they mentioned how you hear the 
                        Democrats complain about Nader but you don't hear them 
                        complain about Ross Perot. Hmmmm. In this upcoming election 
                        the fear will determine my vote but I'd like to be more 
                        involved in a party. And the Dems don't get it done. 
                        </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        offended by the way the Democrats complain about and 
                        undermine third party politics. Watching the trail of 
                        Democratic superstars parade into SF during Matt's election 
                        was just so infuriating. And now it would seem <a href="http://terrybaum.com/">Terry 
                        Baum'</a>s <a href="http://www.sfexaminer.com/article/index.cfm/i/032204n_baum">write 
                        in</a> vote success <a href="http://www.sfgreenparty.org/news/newsitem-start.gem?idx=1071">is 
                        threatened</a>. There was a press conference at City 
                        Hall a while ago. Democracy anyone? </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        understand being afraid of the death grip of the extreme 
                        right wing. I don't understand ignoring the will of 
                        voters who aren't satisfied with mediocrity of the Democratic 
                        party. </span></span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e582" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e582"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e582"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    25 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        <a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/">inner 
                        child is 45</a>. Which is only five years younger than 
                        I am. I think I took this test before. And I think I 
                        got the same thing. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        not sure how I should feel about this.</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://palimpsest.typepad.com/frogsandravens/">Rana's 
                        inner child&nbsp;is ten.</a> &nbsp;And I think she plays 
                        well with others. </span></span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e583" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e583"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e583"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    26 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Ah 
                        well. It's Friday. And I have no cat.</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">No 
                        knitting project. And my attempts at crochet are too 
                        tight. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">No 
                        digital camera. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sigh.</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        am in a pretty good mood. And I don't know why. Every 
                        morning this week I've woken up with negative first 
                        thoughts. And then I chide myself for the negative thoughts. 
                        And the morning is off with a stumble. Today I woke 
                        up thoughtless. Got out of bed, turned on the radio 
                        and the computer. At some point I noticed that I was 
                        feeling pretty good. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">This 
                        has been the longest period of regret and frustration 
                        that I've ever experienced. And nothing has changed. 
                        I still don't have a job, an agent or a publisher. I 
                        still feel narcoleptic and uninspired. But lately I've 
                        been listening to my inner blah blah blah with a jaundiced 
                        ear. I've heard it all before. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        had a good time at yoga this week but I was in pain. 
                        My knees were really bad on Wednesday. At some point 
                        I had the thought that I usually only hurt that bad 
                        when it was raining. Or about to rain. But it wasn't 
                        raining. It wasn't until the middle of the day yesterday 
                        as the rain was splatting against my window that I realized 
                        that it was ... raining. And my knees do feel better 
                        today. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Something 
                        about that moment when I realized that there might be 
                        a reason. I dunno. It was comforting. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        boring and thoughtless and catless and projectless and 
                        imageless. But I'm eating bread that has pistachios 
                        and figs in it. And yogurt. And coffee. And I feel good. 
                        </span></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(884)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_884"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                                                    AM</font></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e584" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e584"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e584"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    27 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">When 
                        I went to bed last night I had a list of things I was 
                        going to do when I woke up. But I woke up having a dream 
                        in which I was going to picket a video store owned by 
                        <a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/alias/profiles/cia_bristowj.html">Jack 
                        Bristo</a>. I don't know why. I kept drifting back into 
                        sleep trying to find out. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Finally 
                        I got up and ate some honey bran muffins that I made 
                        yesterday. And some yogurt. And some drank some <a href="http://www.numitea.com/version2/templeHeaven.htm">tea.</a> 
                        &nbsp;Read some blogs. Listened to some <a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/wesat/">radio</a>.</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        then, just when I was going to take a shower, Suzanne 
                        called to tell me that they're playing old episodes 
                        of old <a href="http://www.aquaphone.com/">West Coast 
                        Live</a> with Spalding Gray.</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                        I made some coffee and I'm listening to him and I'm 
                        just sad and mad and charmed and frustrated. He talks 
                        about playing with his kids and feeling happy. But happy 
                        isn't always enough. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        didn't get around to rolling out the rest of the ravioli 
                        until yesterday. The filling was well served by sitting 
                        in the refrigerator for a few days. All the flavors 
                        had married. I had just a small amount of filling left 
                        and no more dough. I made some risotto and added the 
                        filling to it. Very good.</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        have things I need to do. Spalding is done talking. 
                        I'm feeling desperate for the things that hold me to 
                        the earth. A shower. Some yoga. Some cleaning. But <a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/waitwait/">Wait 
                        Wait</a> is on now and I'm still trying to write my 
                        morning post. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Ideas 
                        going into my ears and into my eyes and coming out through 
                        my fingers. It's good. I like it. But I need to feel 
                        the water on my skin. And I need to feel my feet on 
                        the ground in warrior pose. And I need to do the list 
                        of things I went to bed imagining myself doing. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.lyrics.net.ua/song/112829">It 
                        seems we all live so close to that line. And so far 
                        from satisfaction. </span></a></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(885)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_885"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
                                                    &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><font size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></font><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;11:35
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                        <hr align="justify">
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e585" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e585"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e585"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    28 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                finished <a href="http://www.luminarium.org/contemporary/tonimorrison/paradise.htm">Paradise</a>. 
                        And I'm going to need to read it again. I think I've 
                        felt this way after all the books. She has so many subtle 
                        details. Things that are suggestive. Hints. Clues. You 
                        gotta pay attention. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        did find Paradise character heavy. I just couldn't keep 
                        up. It's me. It's my tired dyslexic struggle with words 
                        on a page and my drifting attention span. But I could 
                        not keep up. So I have to go back and reread it. But 
                        I was anxious to get to <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=17-0375409440-0">Love.</a> 
                        </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                        not that I didn't enjoy Paradise. I really did. She 
                        just writes so beautifully. There is a sentence in the 
                        latter part of the book. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><i>She 
                        entered the vice like a censored poet whose suspect 
                        lexicon was too supple, too shocking to publish.</span></i></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Oh. 
                        My. A sentence like that stops me. I have to read it 
                        again and again. I have to call people and read it to 
                        them. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        I arrived at the end of the book with a desire to understand 
                        who was who and right at that moment she lays another 
                        set of relationships on me. Sheesh.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        got some of my list of things done. Today is starting 
                        off a lot like yesterday. I got a call from <a href="http://www.sallypugh.org/Images/AriPigeonLarge.jpg">Ari</a> 
                        called. She's gotten me hooked on <a href="http://www.startingovertv.com/">Starting 
                        Over.</a> &nbsp;The first time I watched I hated it 
                        And I still have issues. But she and I can deconstruct 
                        the show for hours. She was stuck in an airport with 
                        lots of hours on her cell. So we talked. And now I need 
                        to &nbsp;get going. On something. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Heh. 
                        </span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(886)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_886"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
                                                    &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><font size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></font><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;12:09
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                        <hr align="justify">
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e586" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e586"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e586"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    29 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.bigmoves.org/">Big 
                        Moves</a> held a benefit last night featuring a reunion 
                        of Fat Lip Readers Theater. It's always good to see 
                        fat women doing things they're told they can't do. <a href="http://www.bigmoves.org/photos.html">Like 
                        dance.</a> I can't find a link for Fat Lip. I'm not 
                        sure how they used to be but last night they were five 
                        women doing little readings and songs about being fat. 
                        </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">One 
                        of them read from the disclaimer you sign when you agree 
                        to weight loss surgery. It read like a fat liberation 
                        manifesto. Things like: you should know that thin people 
                        get the all the illnesses that are said to be more likely 
                        for fat people. You should know that there's a reason 
                        why we have a digestive system and we (the medical establishment) 
                        really don't know the ultimate impact to your health 
                        that this surgery might have. But here's a list of the 
                        things that might go wrong. And the list is long. And 
                        ends with the thing you ultimately risk when you have 
                        any surgery. You might die fro the surgery itself. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        wish I could use the exact language. It was jaw dropping. 
                        </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It 
                        was an enjoyable evening but it was like being at choir 
                        practice when the preacher stops by. I found myself 
                        wishing they could tour high schools and colleges and 
                        be on national television. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        this morning I'm tired. I read an article about a <a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&ncid=1419&e=10&u=/afp/20040311/hl_afp/sweden_health_obesity&sid=96001004">five 
                        year old girl</a> being taken from her parents. It <a href="http://www.geocities.com/laurie_avocado/Anamarie.html">happened 
                        in the USA.</a>. That little girl was returned to her 
                        parents. But we learn nothing. </span></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(887)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_887"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                        <hr align="justify">
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e587" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e587"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e587"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    30 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">In 
                                                the middle of the day I got 
                                                into a spectacularly bad mood. 
                                                No reason in particular that 
                                                I could track. But it was spectacularly 
                                                bad. </span></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                guess I could speculate about 
                        why. But. 
                                                It seems unwise.</span></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                made some peanut butter and 
                                                honey crackers. The kind of 
                                                thing you'd make for a fussy 
                                                five year old. My inner child 
                                                may be 45 but I was feeling 
                                                closer to five. </span></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Turned 
                                                to&nbsp;my </span></font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><strike>Netflicks</strike></span></font><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                <a href="http://www.netflix.com/">Netflix 
                        </a>stash. Watched <a href="http://www.wkw-inthemoodforlove.com/">In 
                                                the Mood For Love.</a> &nbsp;Despite 
                                                the fact that it is drenched 
                                                in unfulfilled longing I found 
                                                it quite comforting. It's beautiful. 
                                                Erotic. The story is told in 
                        images. And the music is great. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Perhaps 
                        part of why I'm feeling the way I'm feeling is that 
                        I heard Sasha Cagen on KPFA talking about her <a href="http://www.todolistmagazine.com/quirkylikeus.html">essay</a> 
                        that turned into <a href="http://quirkyalone.net/qa/">a 
                        book</a>. Today they're talking to <a href="http://www.urbantribes.net/">Ethan 
                        Watters</a>. They both just wrote and essay and one 
                        thing led to another. Now they have a book and a web 
                        site and a movement and ...</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sigh. 
                        </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sasha 
                        has been doing <a href="http://www.todolistmagazine.com/index2.html">a 
                        zine</a>. Ethan <a href="http://www.urbantribes.net/ethans_tribe/index.html">describes</a> 
                        how his tribe evolved. Earlier I read <a href="http://books.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,12084,1177959,00.html">an 
                        article</a> about the folks at <a href="http://www.believermag.com/">The 
                        Believer.</a> This is how it happens. People cluster 
                        and network and make it happen. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Oh 
                        I dunno. Maybe that's not the only way it happens. But 
                        I'm just feeling frustrated. And these guys just make 
                        it sound so simple. It doesn't feel simple. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Or 
                        maybe I'm just in a mood. </span></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><SCRIPT type="text/javascript">get_comment_link(888)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_888"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> 
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                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e588" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/March2004.htm#e588"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">March</font></a><a id="e588"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    31 </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                </font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                did appreciate my comments yesterday. 
                                                I checked in at some point and 
                                                read them all . And then I took 
                                                a deep breath. And relaxed. 
                                                Thank you very much.</span></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Then 
                                                I noticed I had evolved from 
                                                a <a href="http://www.truthlaidbear.com/ecosystem.php?start=reptile">slithering reptile</a> to a <a href="http://www.truthlaidbear.com/ecosystem.php?start=bird">flappy 
                                                bird</a>. Picture me singing <a href="http://www.reallyrics.com/lyrics/R000200030005.asp">I Believe 
                                                I Can Fly.</span></a></span></font></p>
                                                <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Deb 
                                                came over to watch <a href="http://www.spellbound.tv/">Spellbound.</a> 
                                                We were both on the edge of 
                                                our seats. </span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Competition 
                        is an interesting thing. I know I am &nbsp;competitive. 
                        But I also know I'm suspicious of&nbsp;models of hierarchy. 
                        I don't watch award shows. Or sports. I think there 
                        is value in competition. But I'm too ... I don't even 
                        know. It's not entirely about &nbsp;sensitivity. It's 
                        about wanting to see things in context. Er. Sumthin.</span></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">All 
                        I know is that watching those kids spell was nerve wracking.</span></span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Happy 
                        Birthday Cesar! </span></span></font></p>
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