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                    <td width="705"><p><font face="Arial" color="#8094A0"><span style="font-size:12pt;"><b>May 2004</b></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e633" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e633"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e633"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    1</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;1<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:13 
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                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e634" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e634"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e634"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    1</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:21 
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                                            <td width="324"><P class=MsoNormal style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:0in;" align="justify"><SPAN 
style="font-family:Verdana; font-size:9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana"><FONT face="Lucida Sans">May Day 
- also known as Labour or International Workers' Day - can be traced back to the 
19th century. In 1889, in response to demonstrations for an eight- hour day in 
<st1:country-region w:st="on">Australia</st1:country-region> and the <st1:place 
w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">US</st1:country-region></st1:place>, an 
international workers' congress set 1 May as a day of worldwide action to demand 
fairer working conditions and better welfare. Workers the world over are still 
making the same demands. And most of them consider capitalism as the major 
obstacle to both social justice and global peace.<o:p></o:p> &nbsp;- <a href="http://www.zmag.org/content/showarticle.cfm?SectionID=19&ItemID=5426">Emily 
                                                Mann</a></FONT></SPAN></P>
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                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">Es una historia de manana<BR>Es una historia de amor<BR>Es una historia que amor 
reinera<BR>Por nuestro mundo<BR>Es una historia de mi corazon</span></font>
                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;"><a href="http://steviewonder.free.fr/html/frameset_songs.html">Stevie 
                                    Wonder</a></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e635" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e635"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e635"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    1</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;2<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:08 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">When 
                        Mom called for the Friday night talk she told me that 
                        she'd just seen a story about the </span></font><a href="http://cgi.citizen-times.com/cgi-bin/story/news/54167"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Nightline 
                        protest</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                        on the news. She went on to tell me why the protesters 
                        were stupid. The big boss said don't do it and that's 
                        the way it is. She even used the analogy of if she said 
                        not to do something to me. The theory being that if 
                        she did say don't, I wouldn't. I was tempted to ask 
                        how she thought that had worked out. But my silence 
                        was saying enough. She went on to talk about World War 
                        II and how they didn't see the pictures of the dead. 
                        Sometimes my mother just parrots ideas about authority 
                        and trusting leadership and doing what you have to do. 
                        All of which comes from the rich tradition of being 
                        working class and a single mother who had to move back 
                        in with her parents in order to give her daughter a 
                        good home. I used to think it was a generation thing 
                        but there are people her age who don't think like that.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        watched <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/sections/Nightline/World/nightline_Koppel_fallen_040430-1.html">Nightline.</a> 
                        I watched because sometimes the conversation about war 
                        is too abstract and I wanted to see faces. It was a 
                        lot to take in. That many faces and names passing in 
                        that amount of time is too much to take in. As soon 
                        as a thought would form about the age, or race, or gender 
                        of the faces other ages, races and genders were speeding 
                        by. Sometimes a face would look too serious for someone 
                        that young, or a smile would look extra wry, or wide 
                        and engaging, or someone looked like such a nice guy, 
                        or there was no discernable expression, or outstanding 
                        feature.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        found that it was hard to breath. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        was aware that for every face there was a family and 
                        friends and a story now truncated. I was aware that 
                        for every face there were faces of Iraqi dead not being 
                        shown. I was aware that there were other faces of other 
                        deaths, not having to do with this war but faces of 
                        people who have died during the same time frame and 
                        many&nbsp;in circumstances just as distorted. Or more 
                        so. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I've 
                        read the Bhagavad Gita. I called out to Lord Krishna 
                        to whisper in my ear. Explain the field of lord again. 
                        Help me to know my place. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Right 
                        at the end of my call with Mom she suddenly dropped 
                        the phone and ran off shouting for K. Minutes went by. 
                        She came back to tell me that he had fallen. He didn't 
                        remember how. He may have passed out. He hit his head 
                        on something and there was a little blood. She got him 
                        cleaned up and in his chair before she came back to 
                        tell me what happened. I sat on my end of the phone 
                        waiting for information. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">All 
                        that happened before Nightline. And now it's late. I 
                        went to bed but the neighbors on both sides are restless 
                        and noisy it being Friday night and all. My mind is 
                        tired but too full of thought. Between my inner noise 
                        and their outer noise, I can't sleep. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        so I went to <a href="http://easybakecoven.net/">Susan's 
                        blog</a> to &nbsp;get the link about Asheville. I can't 
                        get the perma link to work on her post about it all 
                        but it's up right now. And I thought I'd remind everyone 
                        about rabbits and labour rights and all the things that 
                        come with May. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Things 
                        have quieted down a bit. Just the low rumble of bass 
                        lines and drum beats. And the occasional laugh. I'm 
                        going back to bed. With <a href="http://www.jmdl.com/lyrics/DontInterruptTheSorrow.cfm">a 
                        head full of quandary. And a mighty, mighty thirst.</a></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Peace.</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(936)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_936"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify"><p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e636" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e636"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e636"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    2</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;2<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:08 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Happy 
                        Birthday <a href="http://sweetnsour.org/">Monica</a>. 
                        </span></font></p>
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                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Tudo bem voc� deve descannar a sua mente,<BR>N�o faz mal o qu vai acontecer 
daqui pra fente.<BR>Vai cantar alegria.......<BR>Voce coracao assim tao feliz ja 
vai cantar carnaval.<BR></span></font>
                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><a href="http://steviewonder.free.fr/html/frameset_songs.html">Stevie 
                                    Wonder</a></span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify"><p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e637" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e637"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e637"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    2</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:43 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        other day <a href="http://www.ncf.ca/~ek867/2004_04_16-30_archives.html#04.28.2004">Mark 
                        Woods put his picture on his blog</a>. (You have to 
                        scroll way down to see it.) I've gotten quite used to the idea 
                        of not knowing what he looks like. But I was happy to 
                        see the picture. He looks like a very lovely man. I'm 
                        not at all sure what I mean by that. I'm not sure what 
                        makes someone look lovely. Maybe it's just the sun and 
                        the sand and the years of going to his blog for links 
                        to SO MUCH. Maybe I see through the eyes of affection 
                        already established with language. I've gone back to look at the 
                        picture a few times. 
                        It makes me happy to see him smiling. Out there. In 
                        the sand. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        thought about it Friday night while I was looking at the 
                        Nightline photos. Some faces did make me smile. Some 
                        made me sad. Some were scary. Some just passed by. But, 
                        again, I couldn't tell you why. I think a lot about 
                        my own reactions to appearance. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        was jumping around the blogs and found <a href="http://theingredient.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_theingredient_archive.html#108343559358866392">a 
                        post for May Day</a> referencing both Julia Kristeva 
                        and Camus and talking about revolt.</span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Truths, including scientific ones, are perhaps illusions, but they have the 
future ahead of them. In counterpoint to certainties and beliefs, permanent 
revolt is this putting into question of the self, of everything and nothingness, 
which clearly no longer has a place.<BR>Nevertheless, if there is still 
time, we should wager on the future of revolt. As Albert Camus said, �I revolt, 
therefore we are.� Or rather: I revolt, therefore we are </span></font><I><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">to come</span></font></I><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">. 
<BR>A luminous and painstaking experience.</span></font></td>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Which 
                        was something I'd been thinking about all day. The nature 
                        <a href="http://www.laborstandard.org/Vol1No3/MayDay.htm">of 
                        revolt.</a> (via <a href="http://www.ncf.carleton.ca/~ek867/wood_s_lot.html">Wood_s 
                        Lot)</a>. Who we have been. Who we are becoming. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">On 
                        <a href="http://www.kpfa.org/1pro_bio/1b_sunda.htm">Sunday 
                        Salon</a> a woman is reciting the names of the prisoners 
                        at Guantanamo Bay.</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(938)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_938"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify"><p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e638" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e638"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e638"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    3</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;5<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:27 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I've 
                        been sent <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2004/05/01/arts/01FAT.html">this 
                        article</a> from the New York Times so many times, I finally read it. 
                        It's OK. You gotta hand it to the Times for being able 
                        to find a picture of fat people in which the people 
                        have faces. Or one of them does. Most news sources use 
                        pictures in which fat people are cut off at the neck. 
                        Because, after all, if you want to hate someone it's 
                        easier if you don't have to look into their eyes. It's 
                        easier to hate hips and thighs and bellies and arms 
                        when they aren't connected with a life story. Sadly, 
                        the picture is ten years old. And it's not like there 
                        haven't been fat activist events in the last ten years. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        mean, think about that. The paper of record uses a ten 
                        year old stock photo, not to accompany&nbsp;an article 
                        about history but in an article about a current trend. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        guess I could I could be happy for any article written 
                        about the concerns of fat people that does not include 
                        the word diet. The article does give voice to some very 
                        cool guys who wrote some very <a href="http://www.obesitymyth.com/author.html">cool</a> 
                        <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0803221835/qid=1083624797/sr=8-2/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i2_xgl14/102-1532826-2802565?v=glance&s=books&n=507846">books</a>. 
                        And one <a href="http://www.umass.edu/umpress/fall_03/lebesco.html">book</a> 
                        by a woman. Someone is going to have to help me understand 
                        why the idea that a moderately active fat person may 
                        be healthier than a sedentary thin person is controversial. 
                        Doesn't that just make sense? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        last line in the article is a quote from Peter Sterns 
                        in which he says that fat people, faced with the burden 
                        of being seen as immoral, may eat ice cream as a way 
                        of comforting themselves. It&nbsp;just so happens that 
                        I ate some <a href="http://www.benjerry.com/our_products/flavor_details.cfm?product_id=46">ice 
                        cream</a> right before I began to type. I can tell you 
                        that it was very tasty and I enjoyed it. And somehow 
                        I'm still pissed off about the idea of being seen as 
                        immoral because of the size of my ass. I don't feel 
                        a bit better about job discrimination, lack of access 
                        to public facilities, difficulty in finding unbiased 
                        health care, a hostile public life, and on and on and 
                        on and on. I guess I could eat more ice cream. And yet, 
                        since I'm not a complete idiot, I don't imagine that 
                        it will make me feel better about those things. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        know there are people with compulsive over eating issues 
                        and I don't want to imply that they are idiots. It's 
                        a real problem. And I also think that food can be comforting. 
                        But. There just isn't enough ice cream in the world. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                        I read the article with a jaundice eye. I know it's 
                        a good thing. My ire was already up because I watched 
                        <a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/thepractice/index.html">The 
                        Practice</a> last night. The show is ending. The one 
                        show in which a fat woman had a dignified, serious role 
                        will be gone soon. This season the show took a turn 
                        for the weird. I'm not sure if they were trying to create 
                        a new show. I'm not sure what they were up to. But I 
                        wasn't diggin it. And last night there was a scene in 
                        which Ellenor punches another woman attorney. The other 
                        woman was being horrible. I might have wanted to punch 
                        her myself. William Shatner has been playing the role 
                        of a loopy lawyer. When Ellenor walks past him he says 
                        she scares him but he finds it titillating. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">That 
                        idea of fat women as powerful and scary irritates me. 
                        It may be true that the actual physical size of a fat 
                        woman gives her a quality of power. Maybe that's overwhelming 
                        for some men. I can't say. I know that, as a fat woman, 
                        I'm not interested in being a physical threat. Not even 
                        to those people who want to hurt me. And the punch was 
                        just more of that characterization. Fat women are brutes, 
                        doncha know? We're really just so close to out of control 
                        at any given moment, I tell ya. You better hope we eat 
                        more ice cream. Wouldn't want us to get too upset. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        not that interested in power. But I do know that it's 
                        important to understand how power operates in our lives 
                        and in our sense of self. I'm interested in mutuality. 
                        And engagement. And while I'm in complete agreement 
                        with the ideas about the war on obesity as a kind of 
                        moral panic, I'm more interested in the failure of imagination 
                        reflected in the way fat people are described and represented. 
                        Imagination. Vision. Revelation. Diversity. Can I hear 
                        some new ideas? Can I see some new narratives? Can we 
                        address the very real issues of social justice for fat 
                        people? Can I read an article about fat lives that doesn't 
                        conclude with the idea of me running to the freezer 
                        for comfort that will never come? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        here's the real real. I'm not interested in comfort. 
                        I imagine that people with real social justice issues 
                        and real lives and real longing for substantive relationship 
                        would be pissed off with such diminution of their hearts 
                        and minds. And wouldn't they have the right to be? </span></font></p>
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                                    4</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:16 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Happy 
                        Birthday <a href="http://jadedju.com/">Jill.</a></span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify"><p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e640" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e640"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e640"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    4</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;6<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:02 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">As 
                        I've gotten older it's become easier to not need to 
                        talk about everything all the time. However.&nbsp;Talking 
                        is still my drug of choice. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        was on the phone for a long time yesterday. Which happens 
                        about once a week. And when I got off I was revved and 
                        wanted more. More connection. More analysis. More and 
                        then and then and then.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Someone 
                        once told me a Sufi expression. To know. To dare. To 
                        will and to be silent. My feeling of knowing expands 
                        and contracts. I'm daring when I need to be. My will 
                        is capricious and serves some underground part of my 
                        heart. And silence has proven to be a comfort. The two 
                        things that feel the best are when I'm with someone 
                        and am &nbsp;able to talk and talk and when I'm with 
                        someone and am able to be silent. Together. Just to 
                        be with another person. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Oh 
                        but I wanted to talk yesterday. I wanted to process. 
                        I wanted to rant and rave. I wanted to go on and on 
                        and on. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        the silence pulled me down and in and I felt the release. 
                        And today. I can't remember what it was I needed to 
                        say. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But. 
                        You know. If you call me. I'll think of something. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                        week I sent a query letter to a publisher with the <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/Avoirdupois.htm">first 
                        chapter</a>. I do this and then I chew my nails until 
                        I get the Dear Ms Parmeley letter. And then I crash. 
                        Not good. I know I need to get some more letters out 
                        there. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Instead 
                        I read and bake muffins and and don't even get the laundry 
                        done. And long for conversations that come from the 
                        bones and rattle the sky. </span></font></p>
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                                    4</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;11<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:12 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.whistleandfish.com/z/">Zen 
                        Cat</a> is back. </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify"><p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e642" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e642"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e642"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    5</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;3<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:27 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Dang. 
                                    It's the middle of the night and I'm awake. 
                                    I hate when this happens. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    got e-mail from <a href="http://www.allaboutgeorge.com/">George</a> 
                                    inviting me to join <a href="http://www.orkut.com/Home.aspx">Orkut</a>. 
                                    It's the second time he's sent me one so 
                                    I caved. <a href="http://randomwalks.com/drublood/">Dru</a> 
                                    sent me an invitation to something like 
                                    this once. Despite the fact that I write 
                                    my life in public I am really kinda shy. 
                                    Handwringingly shy. I do get over it when 
                                    need be. And I couldn't say no to George. 
                                    The best hug ever George. But now whadda 
                                    I do? I had a lot of trouble with the questions. 
                                    I said I dressed in an alternative manner, 
                                    which was really my way of saying I wear 
                                    bigger clothes. In fact my clothes are pretty 
                                    basic cotton whatever. I said I smoked occasionally. 
                                    I don't know why I said that. It's been 
                                    so long. I just want to keep my options 
                                    open. I think I kinda suck at writing profiles. 
                                    Maybe I'll go back and work on it. Some 
                                    day. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                                    shyness thing. Oh. I'm not sure what to 
                                    say about it. I like one on one, or small 
                                    groups. But. Parties. No. No. Please. You'll 
                                    always find me in the kitchen at parties. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.carenotcash.com/">Care 
                        not cash</a> is a program to end homelessness sold to 
                        the city of San Francisco by now <a href="http://www.ci.sf.ca.us/site/mayor_index.asp?id=22014">Mayor 
                        Newsom</a> back when <a href="http://www.sfbg.com/36/51/x_oped.html">he 
                        was a supervisor</a>. It goes into effect <a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2004/05/04/MNG386FDDH1.DTL">now</a>. 
                        I'm just heart sick about it. The care is not there. 
                        The 
                        budget analyst for the city said it won't work. The 
                        courts said it wouldn't work. But people are more willing 
                        to spend money pushing through bad legislation than 
                        they are willing to spend money creating jobs and affordable 
                        housing. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        then there's <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/news/archive/2004/05/04/state2041EDT0156.DTL">Barbara 
                        Boxer supporting the death penalty</a>. I 
                        know I live in a progressive city. But I'm not feeling 
                                    it tonight.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">What 
                        am I feeling tonight?</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        gonna try to get some sleep.</span></font></p>
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                                    5</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:07 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        is no place where the theory of relativity is more obvious 
                        to me than on a bus. The bus ride home from yoga didn't 
                        take long. I read for a while. And then stared out the 
                        window at the bay. Trying to track something. Some kind 
                        of signal. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        was just a little bit hungry and I almost got off the 
                        bus twice for food. But I got back to North Beach and 
                        went for coffee. And then I remembered a little cafe. 
                        Really little. Where an extremely pleasant woman makes 
                        great sandwiches. I mean really. This woman is always 
                        so nice. She's in this very tiny kitchen. Just enough 
                        room for her. And she just makes sandwiches and conversation. 
                        I forget that she's there. She made me the wrong sandwich 
                        and yet what she made was more like what I wanted. I 
                        can't explain that but, really. Even her mistakes seem 
                        to work out. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                        I came home and had a long talk with <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/redzenradish/">Kristina</a> 
                        about Hellenistic themes in Camus and why people who 
                        don't have a classical education might not notice and 
                        still enjoy the work. &nbsp;</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yoga 
                        was very good. My <a href="http://www.sallypugh.org/Images/RuthTriangleLarge.jpg">triangle 
                        pose</a> is getting better. That's not my picture and 
                        my pose isn't that good. Yet. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        now I'm very tired. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        wistful. </span></font></p>
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                                    6</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:21 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Today 
                                    is International No Diet Day. In some ways it's 
                                    an unfortunate name. Because we are all 
                                    on a diet. What we eat is our diet. But 
                                    when you read about <a href="http://www.eskimo.com/~largesse/INDD/origin.html">Mary 
                                    Evans Young</a> and how she got the idea 
                                    for INDD you get the reasoning. She saw 
                        women hurting themselves and dying in pursuit of a body 
                        and she wanted them to celebrate their body. </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">
                                    Last year, right around <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May03.htm#e216">this 
                                    time</a>, I'd just begun to get <a href="https://www.planetorganics.com/index.asp">Planet 
                                    Organics</a>. They'd sent me this pale green 
                                    butter lettuce and I made a lunch with some 
                                    broiled chicken and cucumbers in yoghurt 
                        on the lettuce. 
                                    At one point I looked down and realized 
                                    that I was eating a plate of food that might 
                                    be eaten on a diet. Imagine my chagrin.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sometimes, 
                                    when I write about fat politics I'm angry. 
                                    Whether or not I can lose weight is not 
                                    the issue. The issues are about jobs and 
                                    housing and family life and access and health 
                                    care and being able to walk down the street 
                                    and not feel hated. When I tell my thin 
                                    and average size friends about things that 
                                    have been said to me they are stunned. They 
                                    don't imagine that people are as hateful 
                                    as they are. Sometimes when I write about 
                                    fat politics I'm sad. Or hurt. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Today. 
                                    I'm really OK. I had a nice day yesterday. 
                                    I got some sleep. I'm eating strawberries 
                                    and blueberries and yoghurt and a bran muffin. 
                                    I'm drinking green tea. Deb and I are going 
                                    shopping so I've have good food later. Maybe 
                        I'll eat cookies, or cake, or candy, or more ice cream, 
                        oh my. Maybe I won't. I'll do what I do. It's just. My life. My body.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    was reading an interview someone did with 
                                    Camus in which he talked about the way Marxists 
                                    thought human nature would be formed in 
                                    the classless society of the future. He 
                                    said they rejected &quot;the man of today 
                                    in the name of the man of the future.&quot; 
                                    He talked about mystification. And I though 
                                    about how often, in my younger life, I imagined 
                                    a future self. A thinner self. A more loveable 
                                    self. I thought about the dream state in 
                                    which I constructed a self. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Today 
                                    I just am. Fat. And me. All the things about 
                                    me. Whatever qualities of wisdom, or grace, 
                                    or insight, or humor, or petulance, or darkness, 
                                    or jealousy, or charm, whatever qualities 
                                    describe me, all the shadows and all the 
                                    light, live in this body. Today. I sing 
                        this body electric.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Make 
                        no mistake. Somewhere today a fat kid is being bullied 
                        and the well intentioned health professionals don't 
                        get how their articulation of the fat body makes that 
                        possible. Somewhere someone is hunched over a toilet 
                        sticking their finger down their throat. Somewhere, 
                        someone is&nbsp;being prepared for costly surgery that 
                        will change the ability of their bodies to digest food, 
                        forever. Somewhere, today, someone is making a choice 
                        not to flirt, apply for a job, see a doctor about a 
                        pain, attend a film, because their body doesn't fit. 
                        And they don't want to feel the hatred. Again. And you 
                        who stand behind them in the grocery line and assess 
                        their purchases for moral content are part of the problem. 
                        You who talk about the five pounds you put on and how 
                        you simply must resist the urge to have that cookie 
                        after dinner are part of the problem. You who see fat 
                        people and look away and never really look. Never really 
                        see. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                        we have a day. When we say no more. </span></font></p>
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                                    6</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:31 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Can 
                        <a href="http://www.poets.org/poems/poems.cfm?prmID=1473">America 
                        be America</a>? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Has 
                        it ever been? &nbsp;</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">On 
                        <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/April2004.htm#e630">the 
                        Sixty Minutes II</a> they said that one of the guys 
                        in <a href="http://truthout.org/docs_04/050604E.shtml">the 
                        pictures</a> was a prison guard here, in this country. 
                        I don't think it's useful to compare oppressions but 
                        I'm wondering if the people who have <a href="http://www.hrw.org/reports/1999/redonion/">done</a> 
                        <a href="http://www.hrw.org/reports/2000/supermax/Sprmx002.htm#P66_8079">time</a> 
                        in <a href="http://www.hrw.org/reports/2001/prison/">American</a> 
                        <a href="http://www.hrw.org/backgrounder/usa/incarceration/">prisons</a> 
                        think that those pictures reflect a truth about who 
                        we are. </span></font></p>
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                                <td width="343"><P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">But these photos are us. Yes, they are the acts of individuals (though the 
scandal widens, as scandals almost inevitably do, and the military's own 
internal report calls the abuse &quot;systemic&quot;). But armies are made of individuals. 
Nations are made up of individuals. Great national crimes begin with the acts of 
misguided individuals; and no matter how many people are held directly 
accountable for these crimes, we are, collectively, responsible for what these 
individuals have done. We live in a democracy. Every errant smart bomb, every 
dead civilian, every sodomized prisoner, is ours. (<a href="http://truthout.org/docs_04/050704I.shtml">more</a>)</span></font></P></td>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Can 
                        America be America? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        am a <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/Daughter%20of%20Revolution.htm">daughter 
                        of America</a>. I find no pride in that lineage. I feel 
                        a pain so constant that it has become part of what it 
                        means to be American. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Somehow. 
                        </span></font></p>
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                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
                                    </span></font>
                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">We, the people, must redeem
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">The mountains and the endless plain--
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">All, all the stretch of these great green states--
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">And make America again!</span></font></p>
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                                    7</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;4<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:25 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.whistleandfish.com/a/2004/05/07/">GK 
                        breaks it down.</a> </span></font></p>
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                                    8</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;12<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:11 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">If 
                                    you go to the Backtalk section of Mother 
                                    Jones this month you'll see a letter from 
                                    me. It is <a href="http://www.motherjones.com/commentary/letters/2004/05/04_300.html">on 
                                    line</a> right now but I don't know how 
                                    long it will be. The bit they published 
                                    was about a third of what I wrote. And the 
                                    box of factoids I was responding to isn't 
                                    on line so it's difficult to get the context 
                                    unless you have the magazine. I don't really 
                                    care that they cut it down but they titled 
                                    it Spanking &quot;Fat America&quot;. &nbsp;Can 
                        that be any more dismissive?</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                                    box of factoids was about how fat Americans 
                                    are and how there is a developing market 
                                    place catering to them. The tone of each 
                        factoid was as dismissive as the title they gave my 
                        post. They called out <a href="http://www.amplestuff.com/">Ample 
                                    Stuff</a>, referring to it as the Whole 
                                    Girth Catalogue and mentioning specific 
                                    products. Here's the list. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">1) 
                                    <a href="http://amplestuff.safeshopper.com/26/cat26.htm?22">Airline 
                                    seat belt extenders.</a> &nbsp;Clearly the 
                                    airline industry doesn't care about my safety, 
                                    my comfort, or my right to get anywhere. 
                                    And yes it is a guaranteed right. Given that, if I want to drop the <b>SIXTY 
                                    SIX</b> dollars so that I can know I will 
                                    have some security why should Mother Jones 
                                    question Ample Stuff and not the airline 
                                    industry? When I fly I ask for an extension. 
                                    Sometimes I get them handed to me in a surreptitious 
                                    manner not unlike the way people used to 
                                    pass me bindles of coke. Other times I have 
                                    ask two or three times. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">2) 
                                    <a href="http://amplestuff.safeshopper.com/7/cat7.htm?113">Scales</a>. 
                                    I'm not sure why anyone owns a scale but 
                                    I know there are health issues for which 
                                    tracking weight loss and gain is important. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">3) 
                                    <a href="http://amplestuff.safeshopper.com/121/cat121.htm?113">Fanny 
                                    packs</a> and <a href="http://amplestuff.safeshopper.com/135/cat135.htm?113">wearable 
                                    napkins.</a> And that's a problem because? 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">4)<a href="http://amplestuff.safeshopper.com/150/cat150.htm?113">Sock 
                                    installers</a>, <a href="http://amplestuff.safeshopper.com/87/cat87.htm?22">lotion 
                                    appliers</a> and <a href="http://amplestuff.safeshopper.com/144/cat144.htm?113">leg 
                                    lifters</a>. The first time I saw some of 
                                    these thing was when my stepfather lost 
                                    some ability to move. He isn't fat. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">5)<a href="http://amplestuff.safeshopper.com/88/cat88.htm?22">Porta-bidets.</a> 
                                    And this one was written about with the 
                                    adjective (depressingly). Mother Jones apparently 
                                    doesn't think people should have the tools 
                                    they need to care for themselves. Or maybe 
                                    it's just fat people that shouldn't have 
                                    them.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                                    second factoid was about theaters and stadiums 
                                    widening seats and instituting person-of-size 
                                    sections. Because, I suppose, fat people 
                                    shouldn't go to the theater, or sports events. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                                    third was about the FAA upping its estimate 
                                    of the average passenger weight. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                                    forth was about hospitals rolling out sturdier 
                                    gurneys, operating tables, wheelchairs, 
                                    walkers and bigger gowns. And they mention 
                                    that the hospitals are doing this because 
                                    of the boom in gastric bypass operations. 
                                    I'd actually like to think that hospitals 
                                    would have those things so that I can be 
                                    provided adequate medical care and not because 
                                    they have a costly and problematic surgery 
                                    they want to sell. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.berkline.com/">Berkline</a> 
                                    got a slap because their recliners can bear 
                                    600 pounds and Mc Donalds took a hit because 
                                    of their <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/HEALTH/diet.fitness/04/15/adult.happy.meals.ap/">adult 
                                    Happy Meals.</a> <a href="http://www.poetry-reviews.com/What_Are_You_Looking_At_The_First_Fat_Fiction_Anthology_0156029073.html">What 
                                    Are You Looking At?</a> was mentioned. I 
                                    &nbsp;could not for the life of me figure 
                                    out what they were saying by putting all 
                                    these things in a little set apart box. 
                                    Chairs are bad, diet meals are bad, people 
                                    telling their stories is bad. It's just 
                                    all bad if it has to do with fat people. 
                                    <a href="http://www.freedomparadise.com/">Freedom 
                                    Paradise</a> was mentioned. Coffins were 
                                    mentioned. Jim Hightower, someone who I 
                                    generally admire and agree with, doesn't 
                                    like <a href="http://www.jimhightower.com/air/read.asp?id=11215">big 
                                    coffins</a> either. You know how fat people 
                                    are buried if they don't fit in the coffin? 
                                    They are cut into pieces. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    do get it. Mother Jones wants me to quit 
                                    eating fast food and start working out. 
                                    And then the world can be one size fits 
                                    all and won't that be better? &nbsp;I questioned 
                                    the tone of what they wrote. They published 
                                    my letter with a title just as quippy and 
                                    disrespectful. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">While I was looking at 
                                    the Mother Jones I saw an ad for the ACLU in 
                                    which they talk about not being Americans 
                                    who think it's ever cool to hate or to silently 
                                    tolerate prejudice. They work for the day 
                                    when people are judged by the content of 
                                    their character and not the color of their 
                                    skin, which is of course <a href="http://www.stanford.edu/group/King/publications/autobiography/chp_20.htm">a 
                                    quote.</a> </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    work for the day when the character of a 
                                    person is not measured by the size of their 
                                    ass. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        always think about <a href="http://victoria682.tripod.com/thelargestofall/id2.html">Victoria</a>. 
                        She was always a large woman but one day she just began 
                        to gain weight and couldn't get it to stop. After <b>three 
                        years </b>of having doctors tell her that she should 
                        eat less and exercise more she was finally diagnosed 
                        with <a href="http://www.endocrineweb.com/hypo1.html">Hypothyroidism</a> 
                        and over five million people in this country have the 
                        same condition. Five million people being told to get 
                        up off their couches and stop eating cake. She was also 
                        diagnosed with <a href="http://www.pcos.net/whatis.html">PCOS</a>. 
                        And <a href="http://victoria682.tripod.com/thelargestofall/id1.html">she 
                        writes</a> about <a href="http://www.niddk.nih.gov/health/endo/pubs/cushings/cushings.htm">Cushing 
                        Syndrome</a>. I imagine she might need some of the Ample 
                        Stuff products. And I imagine it is depressing for her 
                        sometimes. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        think about <a href="http://www.geocities.com/laurie_avocado/Anamarie.html">Anamarie</a> 
                        who was taken from her home because she was a fat child. 
                        <b>Taken from her home.</b> Her parents were on Good 
                        Morning America. The press went wild reporting on how 
                        these parents let their child get so fat and now the 
                        public health officials had to save her. Where is Good 
                        Morning America now? &nbsp;Now that she has been returned 
                        to her home, is still fat and now that she and her family 
                        are trying to mend from the trauma of being scapegoated. 
                        They think she may have a problem with <a href="http://www.rockefeller.edu/pubinfo/leptinlevel.nr.html">Leptin</a>. 
                        They think many fat people have a problem with Leptin. 
                        But they still tell the fat people to eat less and move 
                        more. They don't ask how much they eat or move. They 
                        assume. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There's 
                        a woman who goes to the fat swim. She wears a lime green 
                        two piece bathing suit and she has beautiful mocha skin. 
                        She's so beautiful. She and I have talked about her 
                        issues with compulsive overeating. She's told me stories 
                        of her childhood and how food was given and withheld. 
                        She has a great life right now. She has a man who adores 
                        her and thinks she's gorgeous. She has a job and a home 
                        and she's active. And she struggles with her eating. 
                        It isn't even about losing weight. She just knows she 
                        has a problem. If she were an alcoholic or a drug addict 
                        she might get some compassion. But she's fat. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        asked <a href="http://www.obesitymyth.com/author.html">Paul 
                        Campos</a> if he thought the left was more fat hating 
                        than the right and he said, &quot;</span></font><span style="font-size:11pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">I think it's quite possible that the left is more fat phobic than the right in 
America, because much of the left tends to be culturally puritanical, and fat 
hatred is in large part a product of quasi-puritanical anxieties about 
indulgence, over-consumption, and lack of control. On the other hand, the right 
is pretty fat-phobic.&quot; </font></span></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">Well. 
                        Where does that leave me? </font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.bigfatblog.com/archives/001250.php">Paul 
                                    recently linked</a> the <a href="http://www.salon.com/mwt/letters/2004/05/06/shanker_lentz/index.html">letters 
                                    page at Salon</a> on which the letters are 
                                    as hateful as they come. He suggested we 
                                    write a letter. And I've been trying to 
                                    write one. But I'm tired. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        don't know what to say to someone who doesn't want to 
                        pay the rising cost of public health care caused by 
                        &quot;the obese&quot;. How is that rising cost calculated? 
                        Are the people with failing endocrine systems&nbsp;factored 
                        into those numbers? Are the people spending money to 
                        have their stomachs mutilated in that rising cost? And 
                        what about the medical cost of&nbsp;doctors treating 
                        people for obesity while they <a href="http://www.seafattle.org/APATT/CSchr.html">die 
                        from a brain tumor</a> or a <a href="http://www.seafattle.org/APATT/CMill.html">pituitary 
                        tumor?</a> </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        are problems. We know that there are problems. There 
                        is fast food and too many screens and not enough movement 
                        and <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/chronicle/archive/2004/02/18/FDGS24VKMH1.DTL">high 
                        fructose corn syrup</a> and on and on and on. I'm not 
                        wiling to do my study trumps your study. Campos is doing 
                        that. <a href="http://www.techcentralstation.com/073003C.html">Sandy 
                        Swartz</a> is doing that. <a href="http://medica-center.com/articles/gaesser/bio.htm">Glenn 
                        Gaesser</a> is doing that. All nice thin people. It's 
                        not my area. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        is more than one story to be told about why people&nbsp;are 
                        fat. And when all the stories are told it will still 
                        not be cool to hate. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Can 
                        I have a fanny pack that fits if I want one? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        think of all the <a href="http://www.seafattle.org/APATT/VicDD.html">magic 
                        pills</a>.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        think of <a href="http://www.seafattle.org/APATT/ZMay.html">all</a> 
                        <a href="http://www.seafattle.org/APATT/BHead.html">the</a> 
                        <a href="http://www.seafattle.org/APATT/KYeo.html">children.</a> 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Spanking 
                        the fat people?</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        tired.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        just fucking tired.</span></font></p>
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                                    9</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:59 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    was sitting here wondering what I could 
                                    write about this morning. I'm feeling worn 
                                    and dry. And then I heard a <a href="http://www.npr.org/display_pages/features/feature_1889424.html">bit 
                                    on NPR</a>. Essayist for NPR. How do you 
                                    get that gig? A friend of mine told me that 
                                    she had a friend who wanted her to do little 
                                    essays for NPR. You know, the ones you 
                                    hear on <a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/asc/">All 
                                    Things Considered</a>. I read the piece 
                                    I wrote about the <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/SIMS.htm">SIMS</a> 
                                    to her and she said I should record it and 
                                    send it in. So I did record it. And I wrote 
                                    and recorded three others. She called her 
                                    friend (the one with the connection to NPR) 
                                    and he said they don't do those anymore. 
                                    I spent some time trying to figure out where 
                                    to send them. I never did figure it out. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                                    bit I heard this morning was about favorite 
                                    food that Mother's make. I've been getting 
                                    some encouragement to do food writing and 
                                    I like to do food writing. And listening 
                                    to the NPR essayist (do I sound competitive?) 
                                    (I am) it occurred to me that I could write about 
                                    my mother and food. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                                    are problems.</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;">My 
                                    mother didn't do the cooking when I was 
                                    growing up. We lived with her parents. Grandmom 
                                    did the cooking and it wasn't great cooking. 
                                    I have lots of food memories but not about 
                                    the food itself. More the context in which 
                                    we ate. I remember <a href="http://www.city-net.com/~snr/isalys.html">chipped 
                                    ham</a> sandwiches on pasty hamburger buns 
                                    after church and <a href="http://www.dpsu.com/brands_hires_root_beer.html">rootbeer</a> 
                                    floats on hot summer nights. My cousins 
                                    remember Grandmom's meat loaf with affection. 
                                    I remember hiding it in&nbsp;my napkin and 
                                    smuggling it to the trash can. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">What 
                                    I remember most about food and my mom was 
                                    her sitting at the &nbsp;table with a glass&nbsp;of 
                                    Metrical while the rest of us ate macaroni 
                                    and cheese. I remember she and I eating 
                                    plates full of scrambled eggs on <a href="http://www.chasefreedom.com/theatkinsdiet.html">Atkins</a> 
                                    and bowls of rice on <a href="http://www.chasefreedom.com/pritiken.html">Pritiken</a>. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Oh 
                                    but then. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                                    mother baked. She still does. She makes 
                                    beautiful cookies and perfect pie crust. 
                                    And we ate them with the lust that only 
                                    a person who has been living on scrambled 
                                    eggs and celery for a month can eat. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Mom 
                                    is a recipe cook. It drives her crazy to 
                                    watch me cook. She measures everything. 
                                    I measure nothing. I measure when I bake 
                                    but not with the precision that she does. 
                                    When I visit now I do most of  the cooking. I 
                                    taught her how to make risotto and she brags 
                                    to me every time she does. I roast potatoes 
                                    a lot. <a href="http://www.mvproduce.com/yukon.html">Yukon 
                                    golds</a> and <a href="http://www.mvproduce.com/varietyframeset.html">French 
                                    Fingerlings</a>. She loves them but she 
                                    forgets about them. She'll call me sometimes 
                                    to ask what she should make for dinner. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    watched <a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/bigfish/">Big 
                                    Fish</a> last night. On <a href="http://www.whistleandfish.com/">GK'</a>s 
                                    recommendation. I made myself a bowl full 
                                    of <a href="http://www.gourmetsleuth.com/arugula.htm">arugula,</a> 
                                    beets that I had marinated in Balsamic Vinegar 
                                    and goat cheese and I cut a thick slice 
                                    of <a href="http://sfbread.com/Reviews/20030525-3/Review.php">Pane 
                                    Di Altamura</a>. Beets always seem to make 
                                    my blood feel stronger. And I settled into 
                                    my chair and watched the movie. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Maybe 
                                    there's a moment when we stop thinking so 
                                    much about what we wished our parents were. 
                                    And maybe there's a way to connect with 
                                    them, even when we aren't what they wish 
                                    we were. Maybe it's the relationship in which 
                                    we most learn how to love beyond our needs 
                                    and wants. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                    not sure yet. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                                    maybe the reason I'm not an essayist for 
                                    NPR is because I try to write about food 
                                    and mom and end up in doubt and reverie.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Mom 
                        did make a thing that I like. But only when she makes 
                        it. It's called Tijuana Hash. And, oddly enough, I found 
                        a <a href="http://www.parenthoodweb.com/recipe_display.html?ID=20681">recipe 
                        on line</a>. I have never made it and I doubt I ever 
                        will but Mom makes it when I go there. And I love it. 
                        Because there are these intersections in relationships. 
                        Places where you can only meet up with that one person. 
                        </span></font></p>
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                                    10</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:15 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.mathematik.uni-ulm.de/paul/lyrics/mamasandpapas/monday~1.html">Monday 
                        Monday. Can't trust that day.</a></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">On 
                        Sunday I usually watch some of the political talk shows 
                        but there's been so much equivocation about the Iraqi 
                        POWs. I just didn't want to hear any more. Even on the 
                        radio there was a guy talking about how much the need 
                        to validate the reason for the war may have created 
                        the environment for the abuse. Generally I like to err 
                        on the side of understanding. I may even agree with 
                        some of the perspective. But come on. </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;"><b>Today's lesson:</b> don't rape, don't torture, don't kill and get out while you can- 
while it still looks like you have a choice... Chaos? Civil war? Bloodshed? 
We�ll take our chances- just take your Puppets, your tanks, your smart weapons, 
your dumb politicians, your lies, your empty promises, your rapists, your 
sadistic torturers and go. - <a href="http://riverbendblog.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_riverbendblog_archive.html#108392335918002921">River</a></span></font></td>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                        I turned it all off. Cleaned and cooked and listened 
                        to music. <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=62-0471263761-0">Read</a> 
                        for awhile. But I wanted to watch <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/05/07/60minutes/main616203.shtml">Sixties 
                        Minutes</a> because I knew <a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/catalog/author_xml.asp?authorID=5579">Wally 
                        Lamb</a> was going to be on. I'd seen him on <a href="http://www.booktv.org/search/list.asp">Book 
                        TV last year</a> with a few of the women from the Connecticut 
                        prison where he teaches a writing workshop. They were 
                        reading from <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=17-006053429x-0">the 
                        book</a> he'd helped them to put together. I got it 
                        and it is now in the every growing pile of soon to be 
                        read. Each one of them calling to me. Read me. Read 
                        me. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        women made some money for the book and the Attorney 
                        General of Connecticut decided to charge them for their 
                        room and board at prison. Mean spirited. Mean. Mean 
                        spirited. </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">For more than a year, Lamb and the lawyers at Harper Collins tried to no avail 
to convince the attorney general to drop or settle the lawsuits. Finally, the 
literary organization PEN, which takes up the causes of persecuted writers 
around the world, became involved, suggesting that one of the still-imprisoned 
writers be nominated for a major award. <BR>�The women had exercised their 
free speech and then been punished for it,� says Lamb. �I had wanted to nominate 
the women as a group. But the rules said no, you must nominate an individual.� 
                                    </span></font><BR><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">Lamb decided on Barbara Parsons Lane, a former housewife who is serving 
10 years on manslaughter charges for killing her husband <b>after years of verbal, 
physical and emotional abuse</b>. She entered the prison in 1996 under a suicide 
watch, and for two years, she could barely speak. <BR>But through the 
writing program, she's become a model prisoner, not to mention an accomplished 
writer. �She has found her voice,� says Lamb. �And not only has she found it, 
but she had been willing to share that with other people.� <BR>And a few 
weeks ago, at a New York gala featuring literary lions from around the world, 
PEN awarded Lane a $25,000 prize in absentia for fighting to safeguard the right 
to self-expression. The award was sponsored by A.E. Hotchner and Paul Newman, 
one of Connecticut's most celebrated residents. But the story was far from over. 
                                    <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/05/07/60minutes/main616203.shtml">More</a></span></font></td>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.democracynow.org/article.pl?sid=04/05/10/1417258">Mumia 
                        is on Democracy Now</a> talking about the guard <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e645">I 
                        mentioned</a> the other day. I can't hear any more about 
                        how what happened at Abu Ghraib doesn't represent who 
                        we are. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        other story on Sixty Minutes was about <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/05/06/60minutes/main615997.shtml">Hugh 
                        Thompson</a>. A soldier. A great man. A man who knew 
                        when wrong was wrong. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        turned off the TV and went back to the book. This morning 
                        the dove who serves as my alarm clock decided I should 
                        be awake at 6:00. I didn't sleep well last night and 
                        the coo coo coo cooing called me from my dreams too 
                        early and too insistently. But I knew I needed to get 
                        up. I need to be focused and get some stuff done today. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Monday 
                        Monday. Sometimes it just works out that way. </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(950)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_950"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e650" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e650"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e650"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    11</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:19 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        other day <a href="http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com/2004/05/spiritual-blindness-of-every-man-is.html">Whiskey 
                        River had a set of quotes</a> about vision. I've been 
                        thinking about them. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">On 
                        Sunday I was dusting things on my dresser and I looked 
                        up into the mirror. I had an ugly moment. I just thought 
                        I was ugly. I made an effort to see differently but 
                        to no avail. I was just ugly. Nothing I could do about 
                        it. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                        night, while I was flossing, I noticed the way my hair 
                        was falling and it looked so perfect. I hadn't brushed 
                        it, or anything. It was just falling in this beautiful 
                        line. And then I saw my eyes and my mouth and it all 
                        fit together so well. I was so beautiful. The same face 
                        that was so ugly the day before. And yet. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It 
                        seems pretty arbitrary. But I've actually worked on 
                        what happens when I look in the mirror. I think women 
                        get early training in visual dissection. Looking in 
                        the mirror is a mediation on what's wrong. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        I think it's getting worse for men. I see commercials 
                        for hair plugs and six pack abs (an oxymoron if ever 
                        there was one) and teeth whiter and I wonder how men 
                        shake it off. There are also plenty of images of less 
                        than perfect men with highly idealized women and wealth 
                        and fame and on and on. The message is different. But 
                        there's no doubt that's it's getting worse for men. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Actually, 
                        I remember old movies in which the light would spark 
                        Erroll Flynn's teeth. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Those 
                        moments when I'm ugly don't hit me as hard as they used 
                        to. I know they will pass. But they do hit me. It's 
                        not just about vanity. I read job descriptions that 
                        say - must present well. What does that mean? &nbsp;</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        want vision that comes from my whole self. </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">I really don�t know why I should so much wish you to walk with me through what 
is right outside my door--unless it is that I think it almost the best thing 
that I do out here--it is so bare--with a sort of ages old feeling of death on 
it--still it is warm and soft and I love it with my skin...� &nbsp;&nbsp;~<a href="http://www.pilgrimagepress.org/2801.2.html">Georgia 
O�Keeffe </a></span></font></td>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        want vision that sees ugly and beauty in a constant 
                        dance. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Mostly 
                        I want vision. I want to see. </span></font></p>
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                                    <p><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">I 
                                    sell mirrors in the city of the blind. - 
                                    <a href="http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com/2004/05/spiritual-blindness-of-every-man-is.html">Kabir</a></span></font></p>
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                        <p><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.hchamp.com/">These</a> 
                        <a href="http://www.whistleandfish.com/v/">are the</a> 
                        <a href="http://blueridgeblog.blogs.com/">places</a> 
                        <a href="http://phonezilla.net/">I go</a> <a href="http://artjournaler.typepad.com/pomegranatesandpaper/">for</a> 
                        <a href="http://www.cobaltika-studio.com/reconstructed-mind/">vision</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(951)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_951"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><FONT face="Lucida Sans,Helvetica"><span style="font-size:9pt;">Writers 
understand that action is seldom direct. You write your books. You scatter your 
seeds. Rats might eat them, or they might just rot. In California, some seeds 
lie dormant for decades because they only germinate after fire. &nbsp;-<a href="http://www.oriononline.org/pages/oo/sidebars/Patriotism/index_Solnit.html">Rebecca 
                                    Solnit</a></span></FONT>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e651" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e651"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e651"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    11</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;6<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:27 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Michael 
                        does this really cool word of the day thing. It's always 
                        interesting but today, <a href="http://michaelgates.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_michaelgates_archive.html#108428143450686295">it's 
                        just the best.</a> I must use it daily. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Agnus 
                        and Fennela? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        LOVE that!</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(952)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_952"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e652" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e652"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e652"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    11</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:09 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        post of the morning was about vision. Tonight all I 
                        can think is ...</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">...<a href="http://truthout.org/docs_04/051204B.shtml">an 
                        eye for an eye.</a> <a href="http://www.hunter.force9.co.uk/aneyefor.htm">Leaving 
                        the whole world blind.</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(953)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_953"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e653" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e653"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e653"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    12</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:01 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        was late getting out the door this morning. Not that 
                        late. But public transportation is a worry so I travel 
                        early. I waited at the first bus stop for ten minutes 
                        and the second bus stop for ten&nbsp;minutes. Things 
                        were moving along. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        then. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        driver was shouting at someone because they hadn't paid. 
                        I was reading and trying to ignore it all but that wasn't 
                        going to happen. It got louder and more contentious. 
                        The driver was saying he wasn't going to start the bus 
                        until the guy paid. I've lived through this particular 
                        drama before so I tried to focus on my book. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It 
                        felt like there was some thing going on that I best 
                        stay out of. Something between men. Something about 
                        territory. The woman in front of me got up and paid 
                        the fare. The driver got things moving again. I told 
                        her I wanted to pitch in and gave her some change. She 
                        said she was working two jobs and was on her way home 
                        and just wanted to get there. The fellow who was at 
                        the heart of all this mess stumbled up to thank her. 
                        The smell of gin filled the air. She looked at me. I 
                        looked at her. She said, &quot;I just want to be home.&quot;</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        got to <a href="http://www.sallypugh.org/body2.htm">yoga</a> 
                        in plenty of time. I had a hard time concentrating in 
                        class. Sally kept saying things about letting it all 
                        go and being in the moment. Yeah. The moment. Right. 
                        But I did my best. We were working on <a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/785_1.cfm">Eagle 
                        pose.</a> </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Cough. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        can't exactly do it. Exactly.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">After 
                        class I went to <a href="http://www.inetours.com/Pages/SFReviews/Dining_Reviews.html#MissionAnchor">Yum 
                        Yum</a> &nbsp;for lunch with Marie. It was great to 
                        see her. The waiters adore her. They came running with 
                        her Cokewithlotsofice the minute she walked in. She 
                        has the bluest eyes and the whitest teeth and a&nbsp;spirit 
                        that fills up the room. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        decided to take the 33 to the Castro so that I could 
                        catch the <a href="http://www.sfmuni.com/aboutmun/histcars.htm">F</a>. 
                        Waited for fifteen minutes. The bus lumbered past Mission 
                        high where the students <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object.cgi?object=/chronicle/pictures/2004/05/11/ba_sfslayed01.jpg&paper=chronicle&file=BAGUB6JA4S1.DTL&directory=/chronicle/archive/2004/05/11&type=news">wear 
                        their grief</a> on plastic signs around their necks 
                        that say we love you <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2004/05/11/BAGUB6JA4S1.DTL">Ray</a>. 
                        I love you too Ray. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There's 
                        a poem by <a href="http://www.kahl.net/poetry/edithjenkins.html">Edith 
                        Jenkins</a> carved into the concrete by the bus stop. 
                        </span></font></p>
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                                    <p><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">at 
                                    the corners</span></font></p>
                                    <p><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">hooped 
                                    streetlights</span></font></p>
                                    <p><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">above 
                                    black streets</span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Ten 
                        minutes more. For the bus driver. He let us on and then 
                        we waited ten minutes more before he started up. A tall 
                        man with long hair was talking about the beheading in 
                        a manner just too close to manic. A woman sat with her 
                        baby on her back. The baby was wearing fatigues. We 
                        rounded the corner and I looked at the stone face of 
                        the Pottery Barn in which there is an area, kind of 
                        high up, cut in, &nbsp;not unlike what might have held 
                        a clock. But in which there is a <a href="http://ww1.potterybarn.com/cat/pip.cfm?src=shpcfurdinchr%7Crshop%2Fshpcfuruphchr%7Crshop%2Fshpcfuruphchr%7Crshop%2Fshpcfuruphchr%7Crshop%2Fshpcfur%7Crshop&pkey=cfurdinchr&gids=p235">chair</a>. 
                        I thought I heard <a href="http://www.nothingness.org/SI/debord.html">Guy</a> 
                        whispering in my ear. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        tucked in with my book. An hour later I was home. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Hmmm. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        antsy. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Where 
                        can i? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">How 
                        can I? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Hmmm. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">No 
                        where to go with all of this. Just these moments of 
                        grace and moments of grief and moments of rage. And 
                        me. Feeling my way along. </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(954)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_954"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><FONT face="Lucida Sans,Helvetica"><span style="font-size:9pt;">I'm 
                                    looking for someone to change my life</span></FONT>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><FONT face="Lucida Sans,Helvetica"><span style="font-size:9pt;">I'm 
                                    looking for a miracle in my life</span></FONT></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><FONT face="Lucida Sans,Helvetica"><span style="font-size:9pt;">And 
                                    if you could see what it's done to me</span></FONT></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><FONT face="Lucida Sans,Helvetica"><span style="font-size:9pt;">to 
                                    lose the love I knew</span></FONT></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><FONT face="Lucida Sans,Helvetica"><span style="font-size:9pt;">you'd 
                                    safely lead me through.</span></FONT></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><FONT face="Lucida Sans,Helvetica"><span style="font-size:9pt;"><a href="http://www.guitaretab.com/m/moody-blues/12820.htm">Moody 
                                    Blues</a></span></FONT></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e654" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e654"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e654"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    14</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:08 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        attempt&nbsp;at a lucid and impeccable life. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Is 
                        still mostly&nbsp;attempt.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Lucidity?</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        live in a dream. </span></font></p>
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                                    15</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:14 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Margaret 
                        sent me a link to pictures of her wedding a while ago. 
                        She was a gorgeous bride. The family was gorgeous. Even 
                        the church was gorgeous. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">As 
                        I looked at the photos I thought about how I'd never 
                        imagined myself in a wedding. Not even as a kid. It 
                        might be because I was fat but I think it was about 
                        something else. Somehow I knew that would be alone. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        guess that sounds like I believe in destiny and I do 
                        and I don't. I believe in something more along the lines 
                        of probable reality. We make choices and veer to the 
                        left. Or the right. But I never did imagine myself in 
                        a wedding. And it never made me sad. It just seemed 
                        like the way it was. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        like weddings. I like ritual and ceremony. I like public 
                        displays of affection. And I also think weddings can 
                        be costly and fraught with family strife. There are 
                        too many symbols of property. Too much paraphernalia. 
                        People get caught up in trying to have something perfect. 
                        And perfect costs about the same amount as a car. Or 
                        more. Weddings have always seemed like an acid trip 
                        to me. Everything is heightened. Shiny. Distorted. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        stepfather came up to me at my cousins wedding and told 
                        me that if I caught the bouquet it would freak out my 
                        mother. I asked her if that was true and she said something 
                        vague about wanting me to have a man that would treat 
                        me right. The implication was that I wouldn't be able 
                        to find one. And that may have been about me being fat. 
                        Or maybe it was about my dad. Or maybe it was that she 
                        knew the thing I've always known. That I wasn't going 
                        to wear a white dress. No matter why that idea is so 
                        strong, the&nbsp;traditional wedding for my fractured 
                        family would have been just too weird. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">When 
                        I was in India <a href="http://www.babaji.net/">Baba</a> 
                        said I should get married while I was there. He had 
                        a reputation for marrying people. He pointed to the 
                        cook and said I should marry him. I've never really 
                        understood what that was all about. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        was a time when I imagined a wedding. I wanted to be 
                        on a boat, somewhere near <a href="http://www.galapagos.org/">Galapagos</a>. 
                        Just me, my love and the captain of the boat. An affirmation 
                        of our place in the mighty, swirling story. And maybe 
                        a party with friends and family later. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        I don't think about it anymore. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://ulu2.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_ulu2_archive.html#108453111717196639">Kell's 
                        post</a> rang for me. I have my own version of that 
                        story. More than one actually. Not the formal part of 
                        the story. I was never engaged. But I have been in&nbsp;relationships 
                        lived just beyond my finger tips. </span></font></p>
                        <table align="center" border="0" width="594">
                            <tr>
                                <td width="588">
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;"><a href="http://www.fourmilab.ch/etexts/www/Bible/Song_of_Solomon.html">I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: 
my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called 
him, but he gave me no answer.</a></span></font></td>
                            </tr>
                        </table>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        really don't have sadness about a wedding. But I do 
                        have sadness about being alone. I have a feeling of 
                        having failed at something. And I can do a long winded 
                        analysis about how a woman alone in the world is taught 
                        she is a failure but I don't really feel that my aloneness 
                        is the failure. Not in and of itself. It's deeper. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                        night I dreamed I was getting married. I was in a white 
                        dress. It was a night full of dreams. Too thick and 
                        symbol laden to parse. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.rickieleejones.com/lyrics/maggravity.htm">There 
                        are wounds that stir up the force of gravity.</a> </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.rickieleejones.com/lyrics/maggravity.htm">I 
                        try to imagine another planet, another sun. Where I 
                        don't look like me and everything I do matters.</a></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://">Don't 
                        start. My heart. Is a smoking gun. And nothing can be 
                        done.</a></span></font></p>
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                                    15</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;11<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:29 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                        night Mom talked about how she can't watch the news. 
                        She's watching Turner classic movies instead. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        noticed the numbness setting in the other day. The numbness 
                        that comes from over exposure. Picture of a plane hitting 
                        a building. Picture of a man in a hood with wires attached 
                        to his hands. The first time you seem them the pain 
                        hits your heart. The second time it hits your head. 
                        The meaning making begins. The reaction and response. 
                        And eventually you stop seeing the picture. You stop 
                        feeling. Or you stop noticing what you feel. The picture 
                        becomes part of pressure that pushes on you. You forget 
                        why you feel the way you do. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">A 
                        friend sent word that she is being published in a literary 
                        magazine. I love my friend and I love her writing. I'm 
                        thrilled that she is being published. She also said 
                        that she'd been sending out ten pieces of writing a 
                        month. It hit me. I felt like all the oxygen had been 
                        sucked out of my chest. I think I've sent out ten things 
                        this year. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        did have a piece accepted by <a href="http://www.yimag.org/">Yoga 
                        International</a>. I'm not sure when it will be out, 
                        or if it will be on line. I'm happy about it, of course. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        is a way in which I'm having trouble feeling my accomplishments. 
                        Nothing seems good enough. I need to do more. And more. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Everything 
                        is disproportionate. The good things aren't good enough. 
                        The bad things are too big to hold. </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e657" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e657"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e656"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    16</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:39 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                                    apartment is four blocks from Fisherman's 
                                    Wharf. There is not <b>A </b>tourist season. It's always tourist season. 
                                    During the week I see familiar neighbor 
                        faces. There's a post office distribution center down 
                        the street so I see lots of post people. Sometimes I 
                        see <a href="http://www.citylights.com/CLlf.html">Lawrence.</a> 
                        We've met a few times but I don't think he remembers. 
                        I smile and say hi. He nods. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Things well 
                                    up around holidays and on weekends. I try 
                                    not to go out on the weekends. But 
                                    I needed to go to the store. I had some 
                                    spinach and roasted tomatoes for a salad. 
                                    And I had a desire for some brie and a baquette. 
                                    The store was having a sale on tea roses. 
                                    Three bunches for ten dollars. Not fiscally 
                                    wise at this particular time in&nbsp;my 
                        life. But sometimes you just gotta have 
                                    some roses. And having caved to that temptation 
                                    I got some <a href="http://www.mycustompack.com/healthnotes/Food_Guide/St_Andre.htm">St 
                                    Andre</a>, instead of brie. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">As 
                        I was walking home a group of tall, young, blond men 
                        passed on my left. There was one young woman with them. 
                        They had an accent I couldn't quite place. In a few 
                        minutes they stopped and pulled out a map and started 
                        looking around for landmarks. Sometimes I offer to help. 
                        Sometimes I don't.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">When 
                                    I got home I felt unwell. Food did not sound 
                                    good. I put the roses in a blue pot on the 
                                    table. Made a big post of <a href="http://www.1cascade.com/echinacea_plus">tea</a> 
                                    and watched <a href="http://www.capturingthefriedmans.com/main.html">a 
                                    movie.</a> And then I watched <a href="http://www.mgm.com/originalsin/">another.</a> 
                        And then I gave up on the spinach salad, the St Andre 
                        and the baquette. I got into bed and slept a long dreamless 
                        sleep. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        still a little punky but OK. I think. The living room 
                        smells like roses. Oddly enough, having a miserable 
                        body has shaken me out of my miserable mood. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Somewhat. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">We'll 
                        see. </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(958)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_958"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">Well, you know, California is the most bizarre place to be, in a certain sense. 
It's so laden with contradictions. It is, in some ways, almost flaunting of 
them. I think it flaunts more than any other part of the country, in the visual 
sense: the extraordinary visual degradation, the extraordinary beauty. There are 
still these vast tracts of wilderness. There is this amazing ocean. You're 
constantly living in a kind of cognitive dissonance here. - <a href="http://www.bostonphoenix.com/archive/1in10/99/06/RICH.html">Adrienne 
                                    Rich</a> (via <a href="http://www.ncf.carleton.ca/~ek867/wood_s_lot.html">Wood_s 
                                    Lot</a>)</span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e658" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e658"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e657"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    17</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:43 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                                    is a small room behind my kitchen. I suspect 
                                    it was once a laundry room because there's 
                                    a capped off pipe. It's not really big enough 
                                    to be anything but there are built in shelves, 
                                    on which I put all my cook books and old 
                                    cooking magazines. And odds and ends. The 
                                    waffle iron. Vases. A roll of old sketches. 
                                    Baskets. I made a desk with a board on two 
                                    file cabinets. I sometimes sit back there 
                                    and read recipes. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Rooms 
                                    like that become junk rooms really easily. 
                                    If I'm cleaning the living room I just carry 
                                    things back there and dump them on the desk. 
                                    I've lived in this apartment for more than 
                                    ten years. I've really tried to keep it 
                                    from being a junk room. But it fills with 
                        clutter and then I clean it up and it fills again. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">A 
                                    year or more ago I took my futon frame apart. 
                                    It took up half the living room. It was broken. 
                                    I was sick of it. I rolled the futon. Put 
                                    the frame in the back room. and there it 
                                    stayed. It blocked the book shelves. And 
                                    the desk. Two or three times I took it out 
                                    and cleaned and then put it back. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    kept thinking that someone could fix it 
                                    and use it. Almost everyone I know offered 
                                    to take it out of the room and down the 
                        three flights of steps for me but it 
                                    just never happened. And then, finally, 
                                    Carrie needed a futon frame. And Carrie 
                                    knows how to fix things. So she and Suzanne 
                                    came over and took it yesterday morning. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Phew. 
                        That was a lot of set up for not much news. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    spent the rest of the day cleaning. Took 
                                    out all the boxes and packing peanuts. It's 
                                    nice in there again. Although, really, I 
                                    could keep throwing things away for a while. 
                                    How does junk pile up like that? Do I really 
                                    need to keep every card I've ever received? 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    felt OK all day. Except once. I didn't have 
                                    an appetite but a bowl of watermelon tasted 
                                    good for dinner. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Cleaning. 
                                    Staying away from screens. The roses still 
                                    fill the air and I'm shaking off the weary 
                                    blues that held me under for the last few 
                                    days. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.sinead-oconnor.com/">Sinead 
                                    O'Conner</a> said it best. <a href="http://69.90.138.152/m/lyrics/i_do_not_want_what_i_haven't_got.txt">I 
                                    do not want what I haven't got.</a> </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Except 
                                    I do want what I can't have. And I will 
                                    have to suffer it. And. Oh well.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Someday.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Somehow. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Somewhere. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Maybe. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">You 
                                    know. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Or 
                                    not. </span></font></p>
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                                    17</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:20 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    went over to Miriam's today to help her 
                                    establish a better relationship with her 
                                    computer. So instead of sitting in front 
                                    of my computer all day I sat in front of 
                                    hers. I hadn't been to her house and I wasn't 
                                    sure how to get there. We had agreed upon 
                                    11:00 and I'm a be there on time kind of 
                                    girl. Actually I'm a be there early kind 
                                    of girl. I was born early. A detail well 
                                    documented in the <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/Avoirdupois.htm">first 
                                    chapter</a> of my book. (She said in a not 
                                    at all veiled attempt to get people to read 
                                    said chapter and lavish praise upon her 
                                    so that she can survive the dark days of 
                                    begging for publication of said book.)</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    left early because I wanted to get some 
                                    stamps and a bottle of water. There was 
                                    someone ahead of me at the stamp store and 
                                    someone ahead of me at the bottle of water 
                                    store and I was feeling a little bit tense 
                                    about time. The first bus took a while. 
                                    The second bus took a while and I got on 
                                    a third bus because it got a little closer 
                                    to where I was headed. All things considered 
                                    the three bus trip took not too much time. 
                                    I got off the bus at 21rst and Valencia, 
                                    which was a block early. The early thing 
                                    bites me in the ass sometimes. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">One 
                                    of the things that happens in SF is that&nbsp;one 
                                    street can be on a really, really, really 
                                    steep  hill and one block later there can be 
                                    a flat street. 21rst street is a really, 
                                    really, really steep hill going up to Guerrero 
                                    and Guerrero to 22nd is a really, really, 
                                    really steep hill going down. I know this 
                                    because I walked up and down those streets. 
                                    As opposed to the straight, flat walk I 
                                    would have taken if I'd stayed on the bus 
                                    and walked on 22nd.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                                    hey. It was sunny and beautiful and there 
                                    was a man sitting in the back of a van with 
                                    a computer desk, typing away who smiled 
                                    and said hi and another man talking to a 
                                    baby in a stroller&nbsp;who also smiled 
                                    and said hi and flowers to stick my nose 
                                    into. Someone had stenciled EMBRACE LONELINESS 
                                    on the side walk. I said, &quot;I'm trying.&quot; 
                                    Out loud. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It 
                                    just took a while. The all the way up and 
                                    all the way back down part. After all the 
                                    tension of the waiting in line and the waiting 
                                    at bus stops and the up and the down, I 
                                    was fifteen minutes early. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                    a be there early kind of girl. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Like 
                                    I said. </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(960)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_960"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
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                                    17</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;11<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:00 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There's 
                                    a big fat storm moving across my beloved 
                                    community today.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">One 
                                    of the things I'm always trying to understand 
                                    is why the&nbsp;social justice movement 
                                    we call fat acceptance, which has&nbsp;been 
                                    around for the same thirty year history 
                                    of other social movements, like feminism, 
                                    the Gay rights movement, isn't more cohesive. And that's 
                                    if you begin counting with the beginning 
                                    of <a href="http://www.naafa.org/documents/brochures/naafa-info.html#whatis">NAAFA 
                                    </a>. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">1969. 
                                    Wasn't that a year? Makes my heart fill 
                                    up just thinking about it.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    start tracking my own fat revolution with 
                                    the release of <a href="http://www.towerrecords.com/Music/Default.aspx?free_text=we're+only+in+it+for+the+money&a_uid=USP821_i01-040517-20%3a47%3a43-188160&a_qid=USP821_i01-040517-20%3a47%3a43-188161&match_title=We're+Only+In+It+For+The+Money&">We're 
                                    Only In It For the Money.</a></span></font></p>
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                                                <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;"><a href="http://www.rocklibrary.net/z/zappa_frank/2324/20399/">There 
                                                will come a time when you won't 
                                                even be ashamed if you are fat.</a></span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    didn't know about NAAFA but I knew that 
                                    hippie boys with beautiful long hair said 
                                    I might not need to be ashamed and I wanted 
                                    to believe them. Boys with long hair still 
                        make my heart spin. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=7-0883659875-0">Eventually 
                                    I read Fat is a Feminist Issue.</a> At the 
                                    time I thought it was a really radical book. 
                                    That was then. The book is just as toxic 
                                    as any other diet book But back in the day 
                                    it rocked my world. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">In 
                                    some ways I should track my own fat revolution 
                                    back to my mighty grandmother. A proud fat 
                                    woman. A beautiful fat woman. And I do. 
                                    But hearing Frank. That one line. In that 
                                    one song. Changed the way I saw my body. 
                                    My 
                                    own fat revolution happened without the 
                                    support of like minded fat radicals. But 
                                    everyone I met, or read,&nbsp;with any fat 
                                    radical ideas deepened my sense of the rightness 
                                    of it all. It's such a relief to have community. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And. 
                                    Community is fraught. Being a human is fraught. 
                                    Being human together is fraught. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">A 
                                    discussion on <a href="http://www.bigfatblog.com/archives/001264.php#comments">BFB</a> 
                                    has kicked up the storm of which I speak. 
                                    Although just as it's difficult to track 
                                    the exact starting point of a social movement, 
                                    it's probably true that the storm was raging 
                                    earlier. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                                    week I found myself in another one of those 
                                    conversations about size acceptance being 
                                    OK but that people who are really, really 
                                    fat (and that often begins with the number 
                                    300 pounds in these conversations) can't 
                                    possibly be healthy. I made a few attempts 
                                    to explain my thoughts and listened 
                                    to the push back and then I backed away. 
                                    Sometimes I have the patience for it and 
                                    sometimes I don't. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    wish that my thin and average sized friends 
                                    <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=1-0520088832-18">would</a> 
                                    <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=2-0936077425-0">read</a> 
                                    <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=7-0525938915-3">the</a> 
                                    <a href="http://www.fatso.com/">books</a>. 
                                    (And that's the short list. There <a href="http://www.obesitymyth.com/author.html">are</a> 
                                    <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=62-0936077107-0">so</a> 
                                    <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=62-1573927643-0">many</a>.) 
                                    I wish I thought that all the writing I 
                                    do here made a difference. I wish the thin 
                                    and average sized bloggers I know who think 
                                    of themselves as political linked to things 
                                    like <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/October2003.htm#e412">the 
                                    privilege list</a> and added some thoughts. 
                                    But I know that not everyone takes the time 
                                    to understand another person's oppression. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Paradigm shifts take generations. 
                                    And in the same thirty year time frame we've 
                                    seen a ramp up of&nbsp;diet products and 
                                    the fat hatred needed to sell them. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">This 
                                    is a lot of preamble. I should be more direct. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    value Big Fat Blog. I appreciate Paul. I 
                                    think he makes an effort to be inclusive 
                                    and fair. And it can't be easy. I know there 
                                    are people who leave comments there who 
                                    aren't fat radical and some are really there 
                                    to subvert the process. I've heard there 
                                    are people there who have attacked other 
                                    members of my beloved community. I wish 
                                    there were a way to do truth and reconciliation. 
                                    And I don't know if that can happen on a 
                                    blog. Paul has made it pretty clear that 
                                    he wants people who are new to the ideas 
                                    to feel free to participate. And that might 
                                    mean a seemingly endless and circular conversation. 
                                    It might mean an often truncated or  sloppy 
                                    conversation. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    know that people have been hurt. I know 
                                    that people with fierce fat radical ideas 
                                    have not felt supported by Paul. And I wish 
                                    we could go on a retreat together and talk 
                                    till we work through the issues. But I'm 
                                    not even sure we could work through them. 
                        Because 
                                    sometimes we just fail each other. I fail 
                                    people. People fail me. Sometimes we just 
                                    can't be what we need to be for each other. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">All 
                                    day&nbsp;long I've been reading, watching 
                                    and listening to things about <a href="http://www.thenation.com/doc.mhtml?i=20040503&s=fonerkennedy">Brown 
                                    v the Board of Ed</a> and the wisdom of 
                                    the state of <a href="http://www.democracynow.org/article.pl?sid=04/05/17/1429226">Massachusetts</a>. 
                                    All day long I've been thinking about how 
                                    far things have come and how far they have 
                                    to go. Social movements take generations. 
                                    Those conversations are still happening. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        people get tired. I get tired. I don't have answers. 
                        But I know that we are a beloved community. And we're 
                        in a long dark night. In my attempt to say something 
                        I've wandered all over the place. I don't think we all 
                        have to like each other. We might not even need to work 
                        together. I can only speak for myself. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        need you all. </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">We are tied together in the single garment of destiny, caught in an inescapable 
network of mutuality. - Martin Luther King. </span></font></td>
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                                                <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(961)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_961"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e661" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e661"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e661"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    18</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;4<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:14 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.roachmusic.com/">AJ 
                        Roach</a> is singing a song at the <a href="http://www.sfgov.org/site/bdsupvrs_index.asp">Board 
                        of Supervisor's</a> meeting because they asked him to 
                        keep the <a href="http://www.sfbluegrass.org/history.html">Blue 
                        Grass Festival</a> in SF. Goodgawd I love this city. 
                        </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(963)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_963"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e662" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e662"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e662"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    19</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:07 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    figure. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">If 
                                    I just keep asking. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sooner 
                                    or later. Someone is going to buy me <a href="http://www.hydra-island.com/properties-for-sale/PoetsView1/PV1more.html">this.</a> 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Do 
                                    you think Leonard left the <a href="http://www.hydra-island.com/properties-for-sale/PoetsView1/PV1loo.html">seat 
                                    up</a>? I think he did. I think he came 
                                    over to read me poems about women who look 
                                    nothing like me and wanted me to know he'd 
                                    been there. </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(964)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_964"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e663" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e663"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e663"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    20</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:41 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://fattypatties.blogspot.com/">Pattie</a> 
                                    and Carl are in town. They filmed a little 
                                    bit of <a href="http://www.sallypugh.org/body2.htm">yoga</a>. 
                                    And a bit of me yammering. Not sure what 
                                    will become of it all yet but they're on 
                        a mission so I'm sure it will be something wonderful. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">We 
                        were on Church street and we passed a young man and 
                        woman sitting on a bench. They were in a retro punk 
                        regalia. Black clothing with lots of rips and tears. 
                        Chains and spikes and piercings and tats. He was sporting 
                        a Mohawk in colors not found in nature. She was wearing 
                        makeup designed by Edward&nbsp;Gorey. As I passed she 
                        turned to him and said,&quot;Yeah, the world sucks. 
                        Like we've been saying all along.&quot;</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">They 
                        were just so perfectly who they were. </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(965)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_965"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e663" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e663"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e663"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    20</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:41 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://fattypatties.blogspot.com/">Pattie</a> 
                                    and Carl are in town. They filmed a little 
                                    bit of <a href="http://www.sallypugh.org/body2.htm">yoga</a>. 
                                    And a bit of me yammering. Not sure what 
                                    will become of it all yet but they're on 
                        a mission so I'm sure it will be something wonderful. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">We 
                        were on Church street and we passed a young man and 
                        woman sitting on a bench. They were in a retro punk 
                        regalia. Black clothing with lots of rips and tears. 
                        Chains and spikes and piercings and tats. He was sporting 
                        a Mohawk in colors not found in nature. She was wearing 
                        makeup designed by Edward&nbsp;Gorey. As I passed she 
                        turned to him and said,&quot;Yeah, the world sucks. 
                        Like we've been saying all along.&quot;</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">They 
                        were just so perfectly who they were. </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(965)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_965"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
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                                            <td width="138">
                                                <p>&nbsp;</p>
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                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e664" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e664"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e664"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    20</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;6<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:10 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        friend Valeri Jack used to take amazing pictures of 
                        me to use for promo for my&nbsp;band. </span></font></p>
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                                                <p><img src="Band1.jpg" width="213" height="143" border="0">&nbsp;</p>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        was no way I could look at those photos and not think 
                        I was beautiful. I think some of my sense of myself 
                        was gifted to me by Val. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">She 
                        always took a few pictures before the make up, in the 
                        shredding bathrobe, when I wasn't posing. And I always 
                        hated them. But they were part of the gift. I just didn't 
                        know it then. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        remember the first time I saw this one.</span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        could barely look at it. I just thought I looked so 
                        bad. Right now I can't imagine why. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It 
                        was almost twenty years ago. I was all about rhythm 
                        and blues. It may be hard to get what's happening with 
                        my hair. It was short and spiky and I had four long 
                        braids, just for fun.&nbsp;This was the last photo session 
                        with Val before I left Longmont, Colorado&nbsp;and moved 
                        to NYC. I'm trying to clean up all these files in the 
                        back room and all I can do is stare at old pictures 
                        of myself. It's a&nbsp;particularly loopy kind of narcissism. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        loved that apartment. It had two floors. The top was 
                        the attic of an old house. Loft like, open, with a sky 
                        light and a fire place. The bathroom and the kitchen 
                        were on the first floor. The kitchen had exposed brick 
                        on one wall and windows all along the other, looking 
                        out onto the front range. Sometimes I wish I'd never 
                        left. But then I wouldn't know what it felt like to 
                        walk through the East Village at four in the morning 
                        with a head full of bourbon and a mouth full of smoke. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        not sure hind sight is twenty-twenty. I think it's filtered 
                        through what if and why. </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(966)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_966"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e665" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e665"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e665"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    20</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:34 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    It's been feeling shaky here to me lately. 
                        I can always tell. I get dizzy. There doesn't seem to 
                        have been anything big directly <a href="http://quake.wr.usgs.gov/recenteqs/Maps/San_Francisco.html">under 
                        my feet</a>. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Maybe 
                        it's just the shaking in my heart. </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(967)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_967"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e666" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e666"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e666"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    21</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:46 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    In my dream I was standing in front of a 
                        map of eastern Europe desperately trying to remember 
                        the names of all the countries. </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(968)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_968"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e667" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e667"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e667"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    22</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:15 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    How did this 
                                    happen?</span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                    not trying to be coy. And I'm not trying 
                                    to feign ambivalence. But come on. There 
                                    are <a href="http://www.sfbaybloggers.com/sf.html">so 
                                    many others</a>. I didn't know I was in 
                                    the running. How did it happen? </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    don't want to go into a fit of metablogging. 
                                    But. Uh. For me blogging has been like a raft in 
                                    the middle of the big blue. It gives me 
                                    purpose and connection and a way to battle 
                                    my own feelings of loss and alienation. I do write about 
                                    fat politics here. Politics in general. 
                                    And I also write my way through my own daily 
                                    chaos. I make constant errors in spelling. 
                                    I ignore grammar. My design skills are less 
                                    than proficient. I care enough about writing 
                                    to make an effort to write well but I don't 
                                    ...</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                    stammering.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Jeez. 
                                    I swear. I've never been sure I was getting 
                                    it right. Whatever that means. So I'm really 
                                    not sure how this happened. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                                    I mean. Thanks. Obviously. If you are someone 
                                    who voted for me, or nominated me, or whatever 
                                    the process was ... thank you very much. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                    tellin ya. I felt like I might have read 
                                    it wrong so I went to the corner and got 
                                    the hard copy and there it was again. It's 
                                    timely. I spent the day yesterday wondering 
                                    if I needed to take a break. Feeling like 
                                    I have too much invested. Or something that 
                                    I couldn't quite name. Or maybe I could 
                        name it but I don't want to talk about it out loud because 
                        it's just too sad and stupid and I'm angry with myself 
                        for allowing myself to have a dream that was just destined 
                        to end with me feeling sad and stupid. Feeling like I wanted 
                                    to disappear. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And now. I feel a little ungrounded 
                                    and odd. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                                    are <a href="http://www.sfbaybloggers.com/sf.html">SO</a> 
                                    many others. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Thank 
                                    you. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Really.</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(969)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_969"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">The 
                                    writing has been an exercise, trying to 
                                    work my way towards clarity. Get out the 
                                    pen&nbsp;and face the beast yourself. What's 
                                    bothering you? Well that's not exactly it. 
                                    OK let's go a little deeper. Well that's 
                                    not exactly it. When you get to the truth, 
                                    you know...do I want to say that in public? 
                                    - Joni Mitchell</span></font>                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e668" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e668"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e668"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    23</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:27 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    A while ago <a href="http://cocokat.com./">Laurie,</a> 
                                    because she so sweet and generous and wonderful 
                                    and good, bought me a copy of <a href="http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/database/mitchell_j.html">Woman 
                                    of Heart and Mind.</a> And some other time 
                                    ago <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/redzenradish/">Kristina</a>, 
                                    because she so sweet and generous and wonderful 
                                    and good, bought me a bottle of <a href="http://www.stores4us.com/redwines/merlot/rm131.html">Merlot</a>. 
                                    So yesterday I listened to and watched Joni 
                                    and drank wine. Sang along and wept for 
                                    ... ya know ... reasons. 
                                    I know it sounds dark and shadowy but it's 
                                    really a <a href="http://www.yourdictionary.com/ahd/h/h0251600.html">homeopathy</a> 
                                    thing. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    needed to stay away from the computer, for 
                                    more than one ...ya know ...reason. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And. 
                                    It worked. I'm OK. I'm good. I also worked on 
                                    a thing I'm writing. And I had a lovely long 
                                    talk with Ari on the phone. One of those 
                                    talks that goes all over the place and feeds 
                                    your soul. I ate pizza with eggplant and 
                                    artichokes and lots of garlic.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                                    sense of the middle way may not be accurate. 
                                    But it seems to me that it's not about being 
                                    narrow and squeezing between the extremes. 
                                    It's about being wide enough to hold&nbsp;the 
                                    tension of both extremes. And yesterday 
                                    was a day of holding the really very nice 
                                    with the really very painful. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I am wide.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Thanks 
                        for all the lovely comments. They were better than the 
                        award. </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(970)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_970"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e669" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e669"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e669"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    24</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:05 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                     
                                    There is <a href="http://www.capogallerysf.com/">a 
                                    gallery</a> a few blocks from my apartment. 
                                    The woman who runs it has been under attack 
                                    for a painting by <a href="http://www.lambiek.com/colwell_guy.htm">Guy 
                                    Colwell</a> displayed in her window. There's a description 
                                    of the painting in <a href="http://www.examiner.com/article/index.cfm/i/052104n_gallery">this 
                                    article</a> and photos <a href="http://www.nopeskinny.com/id27.html">here</a> 
                        and there is an image of the painting on the gallery 
                        web site right now.  
                                    &nbsp;</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    know I blogged about a painter who painted 
                                    images of torture in Central and South America. I can't remember his 
                                    name I saw a film about him last year. I tried going 
                                    through my archives but I couldn't find 
                                    anything. When I saw the film I spent some 
                                    time thinking about the images. They are 
                        hard to look at. Art has 
                                    different purposes. Artists have different 
                                    intentions. But surely one of the things 
                                    that art can do is to challenge us to face 
                                    what we are. Does the gallery owner have 
                                    a right to display what she wants? Does 
                                    the artist have a right to paint what he 
                                    feels? Isn't that about freedom, democracy, 
                                    all those things we're supposed to be fighting 
                                    for?</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">If 
                        people had been worried about children seeing the painting 
                        I might have agreed. It's a family neighborhood. There's 
                        a school right across the street from the gallery. Kids 
                        are seeing these images on the news but the painting 
                        does have a cartoon quality. Somehow I think that might 
                        make them less real to the kids. I'm not sure how children 
                        are processing all this. But the criticism of her wasn't 
                        about kids. Maybe someone made that point but that wasn't 
                        the biggest complaint. The complaint&nbsp;was that she 
                        was being un-American. &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://bodyandsoul.typepad.com/blog/2004/05/and_in_my_thirs.html">Jeanne 
                                    posted</a> an essay about her feelings about the 
                                    photos in the news. The first image she wrote about 
                                    is one I found most disturbing 
                                    and for some of the same reasons. It just 
                                    looks like such a Christian image. Jeanne 
                                    said it very well. </span></font></p>
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                                            <td width="411"><P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">The images of sexual humiliation and words describing sadistic abuse have 
been horrifying. But a naked, shackled and filth-splattered prisoner, arms 
outstretched, speaks to the imagination of someone raised on the stations of the 
cross in a unique way. It makes demands on the soul that I don't know how to 
meet.</span></font></P></td>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                                    she wonders about the ubiquitous presence of 
                                    the photos on American media. Is there a 
                                    chance that we've gone past bearing witness? 
                                    Is it possible that there are those among 
                                    us who aren't horrified? </span></font></p>
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                                            <td width="421"><P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">In fact, I've wondered if the same motivation that put Miss Jackson's 
wardrobe malfunction on endless replay wasn't also at work in the case of the 
prison photographs. At first, I thought the press might be understandably 
squeamish about displaying sexual sadism, and that delicacy could provide an 
excuse for not showing the photos, and perhaps not dealing with the issue. It 
now looks more like the sexual nature of the photos was a sick incentive to keep 
showing them. </span></font></P></td>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I've 
                        been suspicious about why we're seeing them. When I 
                        think about these things, I always return to <a href="http://www.susansontag.com/regardingpain.htm">Regarding 
                                    the Pain of Others</a>. </span></font></p>
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                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><FONT face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">The quickest, driest way to convey the inner commotion 
caused by these photographs is by noting that one can't always make out the 
subject, so thorough is the ruin of flesh and stone they depict. (<a href="http://www.susansontag.com/regardingpainexcerpt.htm">more</a>)</span></FONT></td>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        images can too easily become abstraction. I'm not sure 
                        we can take it in again and again. But something happens 
                        internally when we see them. Sontag wrote a <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2004/05/23/magazine/23PRISONS.html">piece 
                        in the New York Times magazine</a> yesterday. </span></font></p>
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                                <td width="413"><P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">So, then, is the real issue not the photographs themselves but what the 
photographs reveal to have happened to ''suspects'' in American custody? No: the 
horror of what is shown in the photographs cannot be separated from the horror 
that the photographs were taken -- with the perpetrators posing, gloating, over 
their helpless captives. German soldiers in the Second World War took 
photographs of the atrocities they were committing in Poland and Russia, but 
snapshots in which the executioners placed themselves among their victims are 
exceedingly rare, as may be seen in a book just published, ''Photographing the 
Holocaust,'' by Janina Struk. If there is something comparable to what these 
pictures show it would be some of the photographs of black victims of lynching 
taken between the 1880's and 1930's, which show Americans grinning beneath the 
naked mutilated body of a black man or woman hanging behind them from a tree. 
The lynching photographs were souvenirs of a collective action whose 
participants felt perfectly justified in what they had done. So are the pictures 
from Abu Ghraib.</span></font> </P></td>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        images are far too American. I know that not everyone 
                        sees the pictures and has the same reaction. And the 
                        more I see them, the less I feel. There's something 
                        deeply disturbing about that. I feel the need to rattle 
                        my own heart and remember. I'm with Jeanne. It makes a demand on the 
                                    soul that I don't know how to meet. My hope 
                        is that they shock us into awareness and rev up our&nbsp;will 
                        to change. My fear is that they are part of a national 
                        character, so prurient and disengaged that we are lost. 
                        </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">After all, we're at war. Endless war. And war is hell, more so than any of the 
people who got us into this rotten war seem to have expected. In our digital 
hall of mirrors, the pictures aren't going to go away. Yes, it seems that one 
picture is worth a thousand words. And even if our leaders choose not to look at 
them, there will be thousands more snapshots and videos. Unstoppable. (<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2004/05/23/magazine/23PRISONS.html?pagewanted=4">Sontag</a>)</span></font></td>
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                                                <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(971)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_971"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e670" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e670"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e670"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    24</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;6<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:53 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    so much depends</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">upon</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">a 
                        butternut squash tamale</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">steaming 
                        in </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">a 
                        big white bowl</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(972)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_972"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e671" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e671"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e671"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    24</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:01 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    When I was reading <a href="http://www.schaub.com/lori/blog/">Lorianne</a> 
                        I thought about <a href="http://www.butuki.com/">Miguel</a>. 
                        I wish I could blink my eyes and he would be in Keene 
                        for &nbsp;awhile. He needs the green. </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(973)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_973"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e671" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e671"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e671"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    24</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:01 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    When I was reading <a href="http://www.schaub.com/lori/blog/">Lorianne</a> 
                        I thought about <a href="http://www.butuki.com/">Miguel</a>. 
                        I wish I could blink my eyes and he would be in Keene 
                        for &nbsp;awhile. He needs the green. </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(973)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_973"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">comment</span></font></a><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"></noscript> </span></font></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">But 
                                    you say &quot;That's just my imagination.&quot; 
                                    - <a href="http://www.rickieleejones.com/lyrics/magmustbelove.htm">Rickie 
                                    Lee Jones</a></span></font>                        <p><span class="rss:item"><a id="e672" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e672"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e671"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    25</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:05 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    I had a&nbsp;very manic day yesterday. I 
                                    kept finding myself walking in circles in 
                                    the middle of my living room. My living 
                                    room isn't exactly big enough for circles. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                    working on another article for another yoga 
                                    magazine. <a href="http://www.sallypugh.org/">Sally</a> 
                                    already made the connection so I think it 
                                    will get published. <b>If </b>I write it. 
                                    There's no real deadline but I want to get 
                                    it to them so they can tell me if they want 
                                    me to do it differently. Meanwhile, my own yoga practice 
                                    is lacking in focus. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                                    I hit&nbsp;the keys and then I did the dishes 
                                    and then I hit the keys some more&nbsp;and 
                                    then I made some tuna salad and then I hit 
                                    the keys some more. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                                    walked in circles. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">You 
                                    know that thing where you get up to do something 
                                    and you walk into another room and the minute 
                                    you get to the other room you have no idea 
                                    why you're there? That was me. All day. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                                    then <a href="http://www.planetorganics.com/">Planet 
                                    O</a> showed up with cherries and peaches 
                                    and other stuff, but the cherries and peaches 
                                    made me the happiest. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                                    then I 
                                    got this from <a href="http://www.randomwalks.com/drublood/">Dru.</a> </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Hmmm. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm just wondering. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Are we talking about 
                                    my safety? </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    have always had a thing for <a href="http://www.leonardcohenfiles.com/album3.html#27">Joan 
                                    of Arc</a>. </span></font></p>
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                                            <td width="361"><P style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">It was deep into his fiery heart <BR>he took the dust of Joan of Arc, <BR>and 
then she clearly understood <BR>if he was fire, oh then she must be wood. <BR>I 
saw her wince, I saw her cry, <BR>I saw the glory in her eye. <BR>Myself I long 
for love and light, <BR>but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright? </span></font></P></td>
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                                    <p><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    watched <a href="http://www.abeautifulmind.com/">A 
                                    Beautiful Mind.</a> I didn't think it would 
                                    pull me in again, especially not on TV, 
                                    with commercials. But, oh that moment when 
                                    she says, &quot;I need to believe in something 
                                    extraordinary.&quot;&nbsp;</span></font></p>
                                    <p><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yes. 
                                    Me too. </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e673" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e673"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e673"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    25</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:18 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    We're having a hard time here in the city 
                                    of brotherly love. <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2004/05/24/BAGU06QR061.DTL">Too 
                                    many people</a> dying <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object.cgi?paper=chronicle&file=BAGN86QG561.DTL&directory=/chronicle/archive/2004/05/23&type=news&object=/chronicle/pictures/2004/05/23/ba_shooting69.jpg">in 
                                    the streets</a>. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Our 
                                    district attorney, <a href="http://www.kamalaharris.org/">Kamala 
                                    Harris</a>, <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2004/05/23/EDG2R4SJUN1.DTL">has 
                                    taken a stand</a> against the death penalty. 
                                    And it's an unpopular stand because it involves 
                                    the death of a police officer. Today <a href="http://cbs5.com/news/local/2004/05/25/SF_Supervisors_Back_DA%27s_Death_Penalty_Decision.html">the 
                                    Board of Supervisors passed a resolution 
                        backing her</a>. <a href="http://www.ci.sf.ca.us/site/bdsupvrs_index.asp?id=4639">Cris 
                        Daly</a> led the charge. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        swear, sometimes I just want to go to City Hall and 
                        hug him. I want to hug them all. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        didn't vote for Ms. Harris. But I'm so proud of her. 
                        I'm so proud of the Supes. I'm so proud to live in this 
                        city. In my seemingly never ending job search I've looked 
                        at moving. I feel like I'm willing to move anywhere. 
                        But on days like today I can't imagine where else I 
                        could live. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        know that this is hard for some of the people on the 
                        police force. Despite the fact that there is language 
                        in the resolution that talks about support for the police 
                        I know that they are angry. And hurt. There is long 
                        standing antipathy <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/chronicle/archive/2002/06/08/BA199810.DTL">between 
                        Cris and the police</a>. I know that there are people 
                        who&nbsp;see the death penalty as a way for families 
                        to find closure. I think it's a misguided attempt at 
                        closure and I don't think it really works and to the 
                        extent that it seems to work I would beg for a deep 
                        reconsideration of why.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">We 
                        are having a <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2004/05/21/EDG8M6PBV91.DTL">hard 
                        time</a> in the city of brotherly love. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        death penalty is just wrong. And I am so happy to live 
                        in a city where the leaders know that. My heart does 
                        go out to the people who are mourning. There are <a href="http://www.poormagazine.com/index.cfm?L1=news&story=380&pg=1">too 
                        many of them.</a> </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e674" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e674"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e674"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    25</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:09 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    Oh. Oh. Oh. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sigh. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    was thinking about <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/October2003.htm#e401">a 
                                    poem</a> I wrote last year. One a year is 
                                    about all I can pull outta me. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                                    still true. Maybe more true. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    need to find a way to stop </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">hope</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">and 
                                    not relinquish </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">possibility. 
                                    </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e675" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e675"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e675"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    26</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:20 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    I walked out of the door with my eyes full 
                        of tears. And I was having trouble breathing. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Just 
                        before the bus came, a swarm of kids came over from 
                        the middle school. I mean really. A swarm. They were 
                        all around me. There was no chance of getting a seat. 
                        I just backed up and let them have the bus. By the time 
                        the next one came there were several older people. And 
                        by several I mean like six, or seven. They just seemed 
                        to grow up out of the sidewalk. As the bus pulled up 
                        I could see that it was already pretty crowded and these 
                        older folks were an assertive bunch. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sometimes 
                        it seems like the nerve endings have pushed through 
                        my skin and are dangling. &nbsp;Another body, even a 
                        foot away can feel too close.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        part of me that is always watching began to ask questions. 
                        OK, Tish. You don't want to be on the bus with kids 
                        and you don't want to be on the bus with elders. Do 
                        you need to go back home and be by yourself today?</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        decided to get a cab. A cab is just not fiscally appropriate 
                        at this time in my life but I needed the isolation. 
                        As we crossed Hayes I saw <a href="http://www.mattgonzalez.com/">Matt</a> 
                        walking along with his office guy. Matt was walking 
                        in his long, languid steps and his office guy was walking 
                        in shorter, faster steps, almost double time. I got 
                        to Valencia early so I had a coffee at Muddy Waters. 
                        Everyone got to class a little bit late. And Sally announced 
                        that she can't do the class anymore. There really aren't 
                        enough of us and she has to pay for the space and travel 
                        from the east bay and she has lots going on. Class felt 
                        heavy and distorted. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        ambivalent. I don't really have the money for the class. 
                        I have learned enough to practice at home. It was good 
                        to have that weekly check in. But. Oh well. She may 
                        try again later in the summer, or in the fall. I might 
                        be able to get a ride to the east bay class sometimes. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        came home and watched <a href="http://www.lost-in-translation.com/">Lost 
                        In Translation.</a> <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/redzenradish/">Kristina 
                        </a>called while it was on so I hit pause. Bill Murray's 
                        face was on the screen. I served Bill Murray breakfast 
                        years ago in a diner in Boulder, Colorado. People always 
                        want to know if he was funny. My job was to ask him 
                        how he wanted his eggs cooked and keep his coffee cup 
                        full. It was early. He wanted apple pie for dessert. 
                        We didn't have any. He said something kind of convoluted 
                        about looking in deep into my eyes and thinking about 
                        apple pie. I said something about any apple&nbsp;pie 
                        deep within me not being something he would want. It 
                        was more odd than funny. And there was his face on my 
                        TV screen. I've always loved the ruddy quality of his 
                        face. I like faces that look like they've lived a life. 
                        I wanted to press my cheek into his. In the scene on 
                        pause he looked both forlorn and bemused.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        eyes are full of tears. </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e676" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e676"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e676"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    27</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:19 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    When you have nothing good to say, find 
                        a meme. </span></font></p>
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                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Honest Bloggers Quiz</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR><BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">1. Which political party do you typically agree 
with?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>Green&nbsp;<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">2. Which political party do you 
typically vote for?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> <BR>I 
                                    voted Green a few times in the last elections 
                                    (Yes, I'm one of the terrible people who 
                                    voted for Nader. Before you go on and on 
                                    about it try to remember that the Supreme 
                                    court selected the guy we have now.) but 
                                    I think Democrat is more typical.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">3. List the 
last five presidents that you voted for.</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> <BR>Nader</span></font>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Clinton</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Clinton</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Dukakis</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">Didn't 
                                    vote. <BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">4. Which party do you think is smarter about the 
economy?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>I'm 
                                    not sure there is a&nbsp;difference between 
                                    the top two and I'm not really clear about 
                                    the Greens. I guess I don't know.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">5. Which party do you think is smarter about domestic 
affairs?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>Greens. 
                                    <BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">6. Do you think we should 
keep our troops in Iraq or pull them out?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>Bring 
                                    them home. Create a reparations plan for 
                                    the damage we've done. <BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">7. Who, or what country, do you think is most responsible for 
9/11?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>I 
                                    don't think there was a country responsible. 
                                    But I do think there are reasons why &quot;they 
                                    hate us.&quot; <BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">8. Do you think 
we will find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>Nope.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">9. Yes or no, should the U.S. legalize 
marijuana?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>Yes.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">10. Do you think the Republicans 
stole the last presidential election?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"> <BR>Yes.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">11. Do 
you think Bill Clinton should have been impeached because of what he did with 
Monica Lewinski?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>I 
                                    honestly don't care.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">12. Do you think Hillary 
Clinton would make a good president?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>Not 
                                    really.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">13. Name a current Democrat who would make a great 
president:</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>Dennis 
                                    Kucinich<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">14. Name a current 
Republican who would make a great president.</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>My 
                                    Mom.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">15. Do you think that women should have the right to have 
an abortion?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>Yes.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">16. What religion are 
you?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>All 
                                    of them.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">17. Have you read the Bible all the 
way through?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>Yes.<BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">18. What's your favorite 
book?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>The 
                                    one I'm reading in any given moment. Although 
                                    I will say that my copy of <a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/oop/click_ord/showdetail.html?sid=3471&isbn=0618127496&music=&buyable=0&assoc_id=">Let 
                                    Us Now Praise Famous Men</a> would be something 
                                    I'd grab if there was fire. <BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">19. Who is your favorite 
band?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR><a href="http://www.begoodtanyas.com/">The 
                                    Be Good Tanyas</a><BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">20. Who do you think 
you'll vote for president in the next election?</span></font></STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;"><BR>It 
                                    doesn't look like I'll be voting <i>for</i> 
                                    anyone. But I'll put a check next to Kerry's 
                                    name. <BR></span></font><STRONG><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">21. What website 
did you see this on first?<b> </b></span></font></STRONG></p>
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:10pt;">The 
                                    beautiful, mighty, always fabulous <a href="http://easybakecoven.net/">Easy 
                                    Bake Coven</a></span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify"><P align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">They'd make you believe that your problem is one of sex,<BR>That men and 
women have mysteriously become<BR>Strange and fearful to one another - sick, 
diseased, cold - <BR>And that is true. But no loss of a father-image or of 
<BR>Any other image, did this. Why don't you face the truth for once?<BR>You 
have accepted the whole filthy, murderous swindle without<BR>A word of protest, 
hated whomever you were told to hate,<BR>Slaughtered whomever you were told to 
slaughter; you've lied,<BR>Cheated, made the earth stink with your very presence 
- Why<BR>Shouldn't you despise and hate one another? Why shouldn't<BR>Your flesh 
crawl everytime you touch one another?<BR>Why should you expect to make 'love' 
in a bed fouled with corpses?</span></font></P>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp;- 
                        Kenneth Patchen (via <a href="http://randomwalks.com/drublood/archives/019639.html">Dru)</a></span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e677" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e677"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e677"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    28</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:48 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    I went to see <a href="http://www.fallsapart.com/">Sherman 
                                    Alexie</a> last night. He made me laugh. 
                                    A lot. And I needed to laugh. And he read 
                                    a beautiful story from <a href="http://www.fallsapart.com/tenlittle.html">his 
                                    latest.</a> He said he does vanity searches 
                                    on his name and for a minute I hoped he 
                                    would stop by here and read about how great 
                                    it was for me to laugh and how much better 
                                    I felt because of all the laughing. But 
                                    if he did stop by he'd see that I voted 
                                    for Nader and he has extremely unkind words 
                                    for people who voted for Nader. None that 
                                    I haven't heard before. Often from some 
                                    of my dearest friends.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                    always want to ask. Do you like havin seat 
                                    belts in your car?</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Whatever. 
                                    I understand the difference between then 
                                    and now. I'll vote for whatever they toss 
                                    at me to unseat the boy prince. Just don't ask me to feel guilty 
                                    for supporting a man who has done more for 
                                    the people of this country than almost anyone 
                                    in public office. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Right 
                                    after the Nader thing he went into a long 
                                    riff about vegans and people who dress up 
                                    as turtles for peace marches. You had to 
                                    be there. Much of it was funny. Much of 
                                    it I agreed with. But it got a little hyperbolic. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Not 
                                    that I don't have my own tenancy to go off. 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">He 
                                    has a great new project. He's writing 365 
                                    stories of seduction. He really was so sweet 
                                    and so funny and so smart and so cute. As 
                                    soon as I stop being mad at him for the 
                                    Nader rant I'm gonna buy the book. Well. 
                                    As soon as I stop being mad at him and get 
                                    a job I'm gonna buy the book. Although an 
                                    EXTREMELY sweet person sent me a gift certificate 
                                    for Amazon. I've been drooling all over 
                                    myself trying to decide what I'm gonna buy 
                                    with it. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                                    it was a nice&nbsp;day. And I needed a nice 
                                    day. There was that one e-mail. The one 
                                    telling me that I didn't have the qualifications 
                                    for the job. I haven't been getting anything 
                                    back from the places I apply. The fact that 
                                    this place had the courtesy to write back 
                                    seemed like a good thing. </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">See, 
                                    some books and some laughing and I pull 
                                    back together pretty well. </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">As a commie pinko bastard, I am horrified that a right-wing Republican is my 
president, but as a commie pinko bastard writer, I'm more horrified that he is a 
malaproping right-wing Republican. - <a href="http://www.thestranger.com/2003-08-14/reservations.html">Sherman 
                                    Alexie</a></span></font>                                    <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e678" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e678"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e678"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    28</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:48 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    The woman who ran the gallery I <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e669">wrote 
                                    about the other day</a> was attacked physically. 
                                    She has <a href="http://www.kron.com/Global/story.asp?S=1905001&nav=5D7lNWGe">a 
                                    black eye and a broken nose.</a> She is 
                                    closing her gallery.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                    so angry about this. </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">                        <p><span class="rss:item"><a id="e679" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e679"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e679"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    29</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:03 
                                                AM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    I went back to bed and got some more sleep. 
                        I still feel shaken. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The woman who ran the gallery I <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e669">wrote 
                                    about the other day</a> was attacked physically. 
                                    She has <a href="http://www.kron.com/Global/story.asp?S=1905001&nav=5D7lNWGe">a 
                                    black eye and a broken nose.</a> She is 
                                    closing her gallery.</span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                    so angry about this. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        world seems terribly frail to me today. But, maybe it's 
                        just the residuals from a dream interrupted. </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">                        <p><span class="rss:item"><a id="e680" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e680"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e680"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    29</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;5<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:51 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    Great pictures of a gathering in front of 
                        the gallery <a href="http://luxomatic.textamerica.com/">at 
                        Luxomatic</a>. </span></font></p>
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                    <td width="709">                        <p><span class="rss:item"><a id="e681" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e681"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e681"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    29</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;11<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:03 
                                                PM</font></font></span></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    I was thinking about how my use of the word 
                        fat might be misunderstood. Many people, maybe even 
                        most people, have a negative reaction to the word. Many 
                        of the people I've been talking to for years about why 
                        I use the word can't quite bring themselves to use the 
                        word out loud. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">For 
                        me the word is simple and descriptive. It doesn't have 
                        an inherent value. Everyone likes fat wallets or&nbsp;a 
                        fat rhythm section. And some folks like a fat ass. But, 
                        of course, that's more problematic. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I've 
                        been thinking about it because I'm writing these articles 
                        about yoga and I use the word fat in the same manner 
                        I use it here. I had to really work on setting up the 
                        context for the use. But in a world where fat means 
                        everything wrong with the way we live, my use may not 
                        have a chance. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        do try to make the point that fat people face increasing 
                        discrimination in the work place, in access to adequate 
                        medical care, access to public facilities and transportation 
                        and a public hatred. It all sounds pretty grim. But 
                        I value my experiences. I've had a great life in many 
                        ways. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Once 
                        I heard an African American woman say that when she 
                        left the house she walked into public as a black woman. 
                        I'm not sure that all people of color feel that way 
                        but I do know that people of color have experiences 
                        (driving while black for example) in which they must 
                        wonder if what's happening has anything to so with pigmentation. 
                        When I heard the woman I felt this thud and connection. 
                        Because when I walk out the door I know that being fat 
                        will be part of what creates my experience. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        think it's true for all people. All the descriptors 
                        we live with have an impact on our experience.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        made an early decision to not believe that being fat 
                        had to mean my life wouldn't work out. And I've lived 
                        with that attitude. Generally speaking things have gone 
                        well. And to the extent that it hasn't gone well I always 
                        wanna ask why? I took a lot of risks in life. And I 
                        might have taken more if I hadn't been dealing with 
                        the internal struggle of wondering about my body size. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                        hardest on me when it comes to love. Because I've always 
                        wanted to believe that love is the arbiter of beauty. 
                        And my experience hasn't born that weight. As it were. 
                        I also know that when I have ... uh ... romantic feelings 
                        for a person my perspective gets a little bit wonky. 
                        And I think that's true for most people. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        then there's the health thing. I will admit to a bad 
                        attitude about health. Rock n roll grrrl. Drugs. Drinking. 
                        Smoking. Blah. Blah. Blah. Some of that is about wanting 
                        to be Janis Joplin when I grew up and part of that is 
                        about growing up with a body that was constantly problamatized. 
                        The more fat loving I've become the better I treat my 
                        body. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        are always numbers tossed around. Azoowah number of 
                        people dead from obesity. The numbers are badly drawn 
                        in my opinion. I would like a professional health community 
                        that could read my individual health chart. The stress 
                        of my work history. My penchant for bad behavior. The 
                        harm done by early dieting. The stress of living in 
                        a hostile world. Hostile in general. And hostile in 
                        specific to me. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">In 
                        terms of the community of people trying to create <a href="http://www.fatso.com/man1.html">a 
                        revolution</a>, things are almost worse between us than 
                        they are between us and the thin and average sized community 
                        who don't understand our experience, the medical community 
                        that want to sell us products and not care for us and 
                        the culture that wants to dump all its meanness on us. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        after all this problamatizing I am left with the story 
                        of my life and the way in which being fat influenced 
                        who I became. There have been prices to pay. But there 
                        have also been gifts. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        aware of the issues peculiar to who I am. As are we 
                        all. I'm not really interested in a problem free life. 
                        I get the idea of grist for the mill. I'm always trying 
                        to see it more clearly. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        had this experience years ago. A child looked at me 
                        and said, &quot;You're fat.&quot; It seemed to me that 
                        the child was just testing out a word. There was no 
                        obvious judgement. It was a simple observation. I said,&quot; 
                        Yes. I am.&quot; And we smiled at each other. And went 
                        on playing. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Shoop. 
                        There it is. </span></font></p>
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                        <hr align="justify">                        <p><span class="rss:item"><a id="e682" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/May2004.htm#e682"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">May</font></a><a id="e682"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    30</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;11<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:46 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
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                                <td width="447"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;"><a href="http://www.dpmms.cam.ac.uk/~gjm11/poems/ashwed.html">Where shall the word be found, where will the word <BR>Resound? Not here, there 
is not enough silence <BR>Not on the sea or on the islands, not <BR>On the 
mainland, in the desert or the rain land, <BR>For those who walk in darkness 
<BR>Both in the day time and in the night time <BR>The right time and the right 
place are not here <BR>No place of grace for those who avoid the face <BR>No 
time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice </a></span></font></td>
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                                    30</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:12 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        was excited about the return of <a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Restaurant/">The 
                        Restaurant</a>. It sucked me in last year because it 
                        is a world in which I spent so much of my life. The 
                        product placement got annoying. I wanted them to spend 
                        more time in the kitchen. But I liked it. This year 
                        is everything bad about the first season on steroids. 
                        Not just product placement, <a href="http://www.roccodispirito.com/pages/shop.html">all 
                        Rocco product</a>. The show is a pissing contest between 
                        Rocco and his investor. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        none of that is unexpected. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        were two&nbsp;scenes in which two waiters from the first 
                        season were talking about their negative feelings about 
                        Rocco. They had to know the camera was there. They had 
                        to know that Rocco would see it someday. Rocco hasn't 
                        done much to build relationships with his crew but as 
                        I watching I kept thinking that I wouldn't want someone 
                        to watch me talking badly about them behind their back 
                        on television. The whole show seems mean spirited.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        don't watch the other reality shows but I see the commercials. 
                        Women lined up compete for the &quot;love&quot; of a 
                        man, or a million dollars? I can't figure that one out. 
                        Men lined up to compete for a woman. People eating bugs. 
                        Falling from buildings. Back stabbing in offices suites. 
                        It's all so mean spirited. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        sad part is that sometimes the restaurant industry is 
                        just that mean. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        grew up on fifties TV which was probably a little too 
                        nice. Every family was nuclear and every problem got 
                        solved. My family wasn't nuclear. And our problems seemed 
                        to go on and on. I actually do like reality and reality 
                        is complex. But if this stuff is reality ... well. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        only part I liked was watching Rocco's mother make fun 
                        of the way he throws salt at the pan. That made me laugh. 
                        Out loud. </span></font></p>
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                                    31</font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;&nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:07 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                                    family blood is on a <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/Daughter%20of%20Revolution.htm">battlefield 
                                    or two.</a> My parents met in the Navy and 
                        their relationship was a battle lost. 
                                    I do battle <a href="http://www.bhagavad-gita.us/bhagavad-gita-chapter-one.htm">on 
                                    the field of the Lord.</a> </span></font></p>
                                    <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I've 
                                    been sad for quite awhile. And I spend a 
                                    lot of time trying to work on the things 
                                    that I can work on to be less sad. But there 
                                    is a part of me that doesn't understand 
                                    how it's possible to not be sad, given all 
                                    that's going on in the world around me and 
                        in my personal life. I know it doesn't serve 
                                    anyone for me to be collapsed in tears day 
                                    after day. So, I do what I can to rally. 
                                    And I do have wonderful friends who help 
                                    me. I've been dealing with something all 
                        month that has been particularly hard and I don't think 
                        I've been dealing with it very well. It is a sad thing. 
                        No doubt about it. But, again, I can't spend my day 
                        crying about things I can't change. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">That's 
                        the battle in my life today. Accepting. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Weekends 
                        like this, when the flags are waving and the sales are 
                        pushing product, I remember my battle blood soaked lineage. 
                        Not with pride. Or shame. But with a deep need to understand 
                        my true place in the line. </span></font></p>
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