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                        <p><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:14pt;"><b>November</b></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;">I've developed into quite a swan. I'm one of those people that will
probably look better and better as I get older, until I drop dead of
beauty. &nbsp;- Rufus Wainwright
(via <a href="http://catherinewheels.blogspot.com/">Catherine Wheels</a>)</span></font><p><span class="rss:item"><a id="e891" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/November2004.htm#e891"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">November</font></a><a id="e891"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    </font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><a id="e889"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">1</font></a><a id="e888"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:07 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                Sometimes I wonder why we make 
                        note of these made up ideas of time. But being done 
                        with October feels good. I don't know why it was such 
                        a stinky month. Autumn is my favorite season. And I 
                        don't know why I'm feeling happy to arrive at a moment 
                        in time that feels like such a precipice. I am&nbsp;&nbsp;though. 
                        Maybe it's because soon all the campaign hammering will 
                        stop and we will know what's next. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Saturday 
                        night was noisy in the neighborhood and I didn't sleep 
                        well. I kept going back to bed all day Sunday but I 
                        can almost never sleep in the day. I could barely keep 
                        my eyes open during 60 minutes, which was not necessarily 
                        a <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2004/10/28/60minutes/main652046.shtml">bad 
                        thing.</a> &nbsp;I went to bed at ten with a head full 
                        of <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=2-0231122845-0">Melanie 
                        Klein</a> and at that point couldn't sleep at all. Ah, 
                        well. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        going to take my voter information pamphlet (and when 
                        I say pamphlet you should picture a volume the size 
                        of a thick magazine) (lots to <a href="http://www.sfbg.com/39/04/cover_clean_slate.html">vote 
                        on</a> here) and study up. Some things are a <a href="http://www.sfbg.com/39/02/news_endorsements.html#Proposition66">no 
                        brainer.</a> </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                        here we go. In the words of <a href="http://www.democracynow.org/">Amy 
                        Goodman</a>, the count down to the show down. And I 
                        have this strange calm. Like when you've been pushing 
                        a muscle for to long and you finally relax. For just 
                        a&nbsp;moment you feel more relaxed than you ever have. 
                        And then...</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(1191)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_1191"><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>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e892" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/November2004.htm#e892"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">November</font></a><a id="e892"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    </font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><a id="e892"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2</font></a><a id="e888"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:53 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                Did not want to get out of bed. 
                        Did not want to turn on the radio. If I could spend 
                        the day with my head under the covers I would. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Having 
                        given voice to all&nbsp;that, it is entirely the wrong 
                        attitude. Since our election four years ago was hijacked 
                        by a hyper media, corrupt state officials, the supreme 
                        court and our own apathy this feels like the election 
                        in which we take back democracy. All those forces <a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/110104C.shtml">are 
                        still at play.</a></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm&nbsp;tired 
                        of feeling afraid when I walk into the polling place. 
                        It shouldn't be this overwhelming. The system needs 
                        work. The electoral college should be the first thing 
                        to go. If I think about how much money was spent on 
                        this election I will end up back in bed. <a href="http://www.amptoons.com/blog">Amp</a> 
                        has a few great posts but I can't link to&nbsp;specific 
                        posts there. I seem to be stuck in frame set. He mentioned 
                        <a href="http://www.counterpunch.org/meek09282004.html">what 
                        the Democrats did in Oregon.</a> Democracy? We need 
                        a <a href="http://www.fairvote.org/pr/">big change</a> 
                        in how it all works. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        today I'll walk over to my polling place and cast my 
                        vote. My tired and terrified vote. </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(1192)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_1192"><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>
                                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">In one way or
another, this is the oldest story in America: the struggle to determine
whether &quot;we, the people&quot; is a spiritual idea embedded in a political
reality? one nation, indivisible ? or merely a charade masquerading as
piety and manipulated by the powerful and privileged to sustain their
own way of life at the expense of others.</span></font><font face="Lucida Sans,Helvetica"><span style="font-size:9pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_03/061203A.shtml">-Moyers</a></span></font><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;"><a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_03/061203A.shtml">
                                        </a></span></font>                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e893" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/November2004.htm#e893"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">November</font></a><a id="e892"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    </font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><a id="e893"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;5<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:43 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                I thought I might take a book 
                        to the poll because there was so much talk about long 
                        lines. As it turned out there was only one guy in front 
                        of me. But there were more people there than I normally 
                        see and when I left there were six people in line. I 
                        came home and made tuna salad.</span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">That's 
                        really the way it is. First the drama. Then lunch. I 
                        did actually crash for about twenty minutes. Slept hard 
                        until&nbsp;awakened by a loud fly buzzing around the 
                        room. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Turned 
                        on the TV. Turned off the TV. Read for awhile. Turned 
                        the TV back on. Made coffee. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">As 
                        news of the first few states came in my stomach began 
                        to turn. I kept reminding myself that these states aren't 
                        the ones to watch. It's too early. Keep breathing. But. 
                        This is so intense. </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(1193)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_1193"><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>
                                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">The good news: America is a divided nation. Despite the pundit hand-wringing over 
this fact, it is a positive thing. Nearly--</span></font><i><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">nearly</span></font></i><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">--half of the electorate 
rejected Bush's leadership, his agenda, his priorities, his falsehoods. From Eminem to 
the chairman of Bank of America to 48 Nobel laureates to gangbangers who joined 
anti-Bush get-out-the-vote efforts in swing states. Nearly half of the voting public 
concluded that Bush had caused the deaths of over 1,100 American GIs and literally 
countless Iraqis (maybe 100,000) for no compelling reason. Nearly half saw the 
emperor buck naked and butt ugly. Nearly half said no to his rash actions and 
dishonest justifications. Nearly half realized that Bush had misrepresented the war in 
Iraq as a crucial part of the effort against al Qaeda and Islamic jihadism. Nearly half 
desired better and more honest leadership. Nearly half knew that Bush has led the 
country astray.
-<a href="http://www.davidcorn.com/2004/11/bush_wins_or_se.php">David Corn</a></span></font>                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e894" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/November2004.htm#e894"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">November</font></a><a id="e894"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                    </font></a><a id="e600"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> </font></a><a id="e894"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">3 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:43 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                Recently, in my comments,&nbsp;I 
                        was accused of taking my emotional temperature too often. 
                        This morning I don't have any emotional temperature. 
                        I feel bloodless. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        went to bed at 11:00 after a manic evening of reloading 
                        the <a href="http://network.ap.org/dynamic/files/specials/election_night_2004/us_map_govsenhouse/index.html?SITE=CSPANELN&SECTION=POLITICS">CSPAN 
                        map</a> every two minutes and channel jumping around 
                        the&nbsp;news channels. I was back up at 11:20. Back 
                        at the computer. I did sleep. Until 5:00 when I woke 
                        up having a nightmare. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Punch 
                        drunk. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Bloodless. 
                        </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;">&nbsp;</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;">The 
                        e-mail I got this morning from <a href="http://www.thenation.com/index.mhtml">The 
                        Nation</a> reminds me of what&nbsp;Joe Hill said before being murdered in 1915 by a 
firing squad&nbsp; in the yard of the Utah State Penitentiary. &quot;Don't mourn, 
organize!&quot;</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(1194)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_1194"><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>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e895" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/November2004.htm#e895"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">November</font></a><a id="e895"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                     3 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;1<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:20 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e705"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                As the day moves along and I 
                                                    read blogs, listen to the 
                                                    radio, eat my eggs and toast, 
                                                    emotion surfaces and then 
                                                    falls slips back under the 
                                                    layer of shock. </span></font>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/redzenradish/">Kristina</a> 
                                                    said something smart about 
                                                    grounding in the physical 
                                                    world. I've been taking 
                                                    pretty good care of myself 
                                                    through all this. Given 
                        that my appetite and sleep patterns have been whacked. 
                        Last night I made chicken, acorn squash and micro greens 
                        for dinner. At another time in my history I might have 
                        smoked and drank my way through the evening. This morning 
                        I did some much needed yoga. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Liberal 
                        people often tell me that they don't watch TV. Then 
                        they wonder how people could have voted for Bush. Watch 
                        some TV tonight. Look at the way culture elevates meanness 
                        and ignorance. It won't take much. Ten minutes of a 
                        show or two. A few commercials. All those people we 
                        like to think are so stupid are coming home from jobs 
                        in which they make not enough money to pay the credit 
                        card debt they built trying to feel better about their 
                        lives. They are too tired to read, or think, or help 
                        their own kids with homework. They watch TV. And they 
                        are fed a toxic idea of power and beauty. They are fed 
                        fear of their neighbors and the rest of the world. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">John 
                        Kerry, in his concession&nbsp;speech, said we wake up 
                        winners simply because we are Americans. I find no reason 
                        to take pride in that fact. Neither am I ashamed. Because 
                        being an &quot;American&quot; has never been about being 
                        one thing. The definition of that word and the meaning 
                        of that identity has always been static and rarely positive 
                        in terms that I would endorse. For me it is rather like 
                        being a member of a family that behaves badly in a small 
                        town. I do feel a need to apologize. And a need to explain 
                        why we are the way we are. At the same time I feel that 
                        there has always been a dissonant America. There have 
                        always been people who didn't move in lock step with 
                        the agenda of greed and domination. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.ncf.carleton.ca/~ek867/wood_s_lot.html">Mark 
                        </a>linked <a href="http://jameshowardkunstler.typepad.com/clusterfuck_nation/2004/11/election_result.html">this 
                        bit</a></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <table align="center" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;" border="0" width="552">
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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;">It is hard to not view John Kerry as representing some essential
failure of the educated minority of the baby boom generation. We didn't
have the starch to stand up to the NASCAR boobs and the morons who want
to sell their country to Wal-Mart. We couldn't form a plausible
opposition to the those who act as if the future doesn't exist.</span></font>
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                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yeah. 
                        I am feeling like dreams of my political youth, which 
                        almost seemed to coalesce in the early days of the Clinton 
                        presidency, have been crushed by the much more simplistic 
                        agenda fed to an exhausted, frustrated and disenfranchised 
                        population. I'm not willing to use words like moron 
                        and boob (what would <a href="http://desfemmes.blogspot.com/">Des 
                        Femmes</a> make of the use of boob as a slam? ) because 
                        I've worked in restaurants with too many good people 
                        who didn't get ideas like internalized oppression. Don't 
                        tell them that they don't understand their oppression. 
                        They're living it. I'm not sure it's about having starch. 
                        I think its about knowing how to frame the debate and 
                        then ... framing it. We lost control of the frame. So 
                        to speak. We lost it to huge amounts of money. We lost 
                        it to our own need to allow people to have their own 
                        opinions. We lost it because the other guys are framing 
                        it with lies. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">We 
                        are not one nation. Clearly. We don't wake up in the 
                        same nation. And really, in some ways, I hope we never 
                        do. Difference is good. I'm not interested in common 
                        ground. I'm not interested in uniting. I'm interesting 
                        in finding the ways in which we can all get a little 
                        bit of what we want. The one nation I'd like to wake 
                        up in is the one in which we all have homes, food, jobs, 
                        health care and dignity. After those basics are handled 
                        we can talk about the rest.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So. 
                        Anyway. Now what? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Cyndi 
                        has a <a href="http://www.mousemusings.com/weblogs/2004/10/my-local-newspaper.html">good 
                        idea</a>.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <table align="center" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;" border="0" width="536">
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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 the election, regardless of the outcome, I will be devoting some
of this blog space toward researching, defining and promoting companies
that support the progressive movement. The voice of the consumer is the
voice of the people. We have to learn how to speak in a collective
voice. <br>
                                    </span></font></td>
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                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I've 
                        been thinking and thinking about it. I think it's a 
                        great idea. And I'm a bit obtuse about the market. Willfully 
                        obtuse. Maybe it's time to get smarter. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        then there's the what to do about my writing question. 
                        Some of the blood is flowing back into that part of 
                        my brain. I think I'll be able to post more often than 
                        I did last month. I had two pieces of writing rejected 
                        by <a href="http://www.thesunmagazine.org/">The Sun</a>, 
                        which really hurt because I love them so. For years 
                        I've intended to use the Reader's Write prompt and send 
                        it in and I have not. Maybe if I had they would know 
                        me and my writing. Anyway. It is something to try. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.notsoswift.com/index2.shtml">Amber</a> 
                        has a <a href="http://notsoswift.com/store/product_info.php/products_id/29?osCsid=16c5dd3ab">cool 
                        project</a>. Timely. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Some 
                        how I have to get my art and writing and politics and 
                        on and on into motion. Some how. Despite this machine 
                        that wants to mold me and everyone else into an obedient 
                        corporate servants. It's the same question that's been 
                        nagging at me for such a long time. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">What 
                        to do? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        please. It is a some what rhetorical question. Not that 
                        I'm closed to suggestions. But these kinds of changes 
                        are never simple. And I am working on it all. </span></font></p>
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                                     3 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:39 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e706"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                Yeah. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Well. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Ya 
                        know. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.butuki.com/">Miguel</a> 
                        linked to <a href="http://www.faultline.org/place/pinolecreek/archives/001979.html">someone</a> 
                        who linked to <a href="http://first-draft.com/">someone</a> 
                        who said,</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <table align="center" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;" border="0" width="297">
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                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><em><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">For christ's sake, look at Myanmar and the fight that one small
woman has waged all these years against tyranny. Look at Nelson
Mandela, how long he was in prison. And ya'll are upset? Give me a
break </span></font></em><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
.</span></font></td>
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                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yeah. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Deep 
                        breath. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        emotional temperature has been up and down and back 
                        up. <a href="http://randomwalks.com/drublood/archives/020767.html">Dru 
                        pointed to a comment thread</a> in which there was mention 
                        of the push for Gay marriage as the reason for the way 
                        things turned out. I was only mildly irritated by it 
                        until I heard it three or four <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/news/archive/2004/11/03/state2030EST0524.DTL">more 
                        times</a>. At which point I was beyond rage. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        burst into tears a few times. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        laughed out loud a few times.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yeah. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Well. 
                        </span></font></p>
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                                     4 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:44 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e707"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                On the morning after the morning 
                                                    after I am listening to 
                                                    the radio and reading blogs. 
                                                    There were votes that 
                                                    were not counted and that 
                                                    it was close and maybe 
                                                    it was another <a href="http://www.mousemusings.com/weblogs/2004/11/dynamics-of-deception.html">stolen 
                                                    election</a>. I'm glad there 
                                                    are people working on all 
                                                    that. I think we need to 
                                                    keep talking about that. 
                                                    I think most of us are so 
                                                    anxious to move on and get 
                                                    past how bad this feels 
                                                    that we don't want to keep 
                                                    poking at it. </span></font>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    don't accept a lot of how 
                                                    this looks. It is true that 
                                                    many people in this country 
                                                    voted for Bush. It is true 
                                                    that when you look at the 
                                                    big red states and surrounding 
                                                    clusters of blue we look 
                                                    like a country full of dopes 
                                                    in the middle and the south. 
                                                    But I think that's too simple. 
                                                    If you look at the numbers 
                                                    on a state by state basis 
                                                    the numbers are close. I 
                                                    don't accept the idea of 
                                                    a conservative mandate. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                                                    is no doubt that the next 
                                                    four years will be difficult. 
                                                    There is no doubt that this 
                                                    dubious notion of morality 
                                                    exists and that there is 
                        a vigourous conservative Christian coalition. But I want to keep 
                                                    resisting ideas that divide 
                                                    things into simple and alienated 
                                                    terms. And I don't want 
                                                    to be in such a hurry to 
                                                    feel better. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    found myself working pretty 
                                                    hard to keep my emotions 
                                                    from becoming overwhelming 
                                                    all day yesterday. I am 
                                                    too often overwhelmed by 
                                                    my emotions. But I'm certainly 
                                                    not interested in not feeling. 
                                                    There are reasons to be 
                                                    sad. There are reasons to 
                        be angry. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        electoral college map is an example of how ideas&nbsp;can 
                        be sold. People aren't that easy to color code. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        never feel fully competent when writing about things 
                        like this. I often feel like I'm not being clear. And 
                        that may be because I don't like to take the big stand 
                        too often. I like to keep the notion of complexity in 
                        play. Part of complexity is that there are moments when 
                        things get simple and I have and will take a big stand 
                        now and then. I often feel like I'm jumping from the 
                        macro&nbsp;view to the micro view and trying to stop 
                        and every point in between. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">What 
                        I can say with confidence is that there are a lot of 
                        great people doing a lot of great work. I think a bit 
                        of despair is inevitable and not such a terrible thing 
                        and I like the idea of us all gathered for a plaintive 
                        wail. If you're wailing, I'm wailing with you. And then 
                        we can make a &nbsp;joke and have a giggle and make 
                        some plans. </span></font></p>
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                                     5 
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                                                &nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:13 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e708"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 In my dream I had moved into 
                        a small house with Eminem. He hadn't moved out yet and 
                        the place was a mess. For some reason I knew I couldn't 
                        clean it up in a hurry. So I would clean a little bit 
                        and then watch TV or sleep. He seemed to be OK&nbsp;as 
                        long as I didn't go to fast. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        woke up. Made note of the dream with no small amount 
                        of wondering what it could be about and turned over 
                        for a bit more sleep. I went right back into it. He 
                        had painted graffiti on a wall that I had painted. It 
                        was nice graffiti. Words from poems and parts of sentences 
                        he thought I would like. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Uh. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Hmm. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        still wondering if the stolen election news will build. 
                        <a href="http://theriverblog.blogspot.com/2004/11/kerry-won.html">Bruce</a> 
                        linked this <a href="http://www.tompaine.com/articles/kerry_won_.php">Palast 
                        article.</a> <a href="http://mousemusings.com/weblogs/">Cyndi</a> 
                        linked <a href="http://www.smirkingchimp.com/article.php?sid=18549&mode=nested&order=0">this.</a> 
                        &nbsp;<a href="http://www.democracynow.org/">Democracy 
                        Now</a> is talking about it. It's in <a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/news/archive/2004/11/05/politics1149EST0515.DTL">the 
                        paper</a>. I just wonder if &nbsp;we can keep the focus 
                        and make some noise. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        friend Tom sent e-mail that he had gone back to <a href="http://theslopes.blogspot.com/">blog 
                        writing</a>. Which I thought was a great response to 
                        all this emotion. Karen forwarded an e-mail from <a href="http://www.johncalvi.com/">this 
                        guy</a> in which he said:</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <table align="center" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;" border="0" width="399">
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                                <td width="393"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">Hell on earth, 
after all, is of human making &amp; can be unmade too.
                                    </span></font></td>
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                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">People 
                        are struggling and some of us are trying to move forward, 
                        some of us are trying to question what happened. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        the governor of the state of California continues to 
                        <a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2004/11/05/MNGOF9MKHN1.DTL">act 
                        the bully</a>. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        other day I was writing and I was concentrating really 
                        hard. I noticed I was cold but I've been having such 
                        a hard time writing lately. I didn't want to stop. Finally 
                        I broke the trance and got up to close the windows, 
                        at which point I realized it was raining. Really hard. 
                        Weather in SF is always curious. Sweater cold one minute. 
                        Tank top hot the next. The last few days have been cold 
                        and rainy. Apropos. &nbsp;</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        think I've blogged about this before but I make this 
                        soup based on a <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_18468,00.html">Portuguese 
                        soup</a>. I had rainbow kale that was going limp so 
                        I used that, red beans, chicken stock. There are more 
                        layers you could add. Meat. Onions. Herbs. But I was 
                        in my toss it together mode and the beans and greens 
                        are a lot of flavor in and of themselves. I had that 
                        with some red wine. It was a deeply comforting meal. 
                        took the chill off.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">We're 
                        gonna need comfort. </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've gone from spiders to lizards here. Perhaps it's the season.
Perhaps the lizards are eating the spiders. For the past twelve hours,
there has been a beautiful little green anole perched on the cat food
bag in the laundry room. S/he (how can I tell?) regards me curiously,
cocking his/her head whenever I approach...but doesn't scurry away
unless I make sudden moves towards him/her. The kids and I observed
back last night. Cole said &quot;Hello, little lizard.&quot; Monk said &quot;I'm going
to go into the other room, little lizard, so there will be one less
person in here making you scared.&quot; </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;">It occurs to me that it's not a bad thing that Monk is </span></font><i><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">convinced</span></font></i><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
he is, as he says &quot;a RE-PUB-LICK-IN!&quot;...the world could use some
republicans who are sensitive about the mental/emotional state of
little lizards. - <a href="http://randomwalks.com/drublood/archives/020807.html">Dru</a></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e899" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/November2004.htm#e899"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">November</font></a><a id="e899"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                     5 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;4<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:19 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e709"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 I just turned on the TV and 
                        Lucille Clifton was reading this poem. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <table align="center" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;" border="0" width="232">
                            <tr>
                                <td width="226"><p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">HOMAGE TO MY HIPS</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">these</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
hips are big hips.</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">they</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
need space to</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">move</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
around in.</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">they</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
don�t fit into little</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">petty</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
places, these hips</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">be</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;"> free
hips.</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">they</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
don�t like to be held back.</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">these</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
hips have never been enslaved,</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">they</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
go where they want to go</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">they</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
do what they want to do.</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">these</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
hips are mighty hips.</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">this</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
hips are magic hips.</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">I have known them</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">to</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;"> put
a spell on a man and</span></font></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align:left; line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;" align="justify"><span class="GramE" style="font-size:9pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">spin</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">
him like a top! </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Picture 
                        the smile on my face.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        needed that poem. In the midst of all the election post 
                        mortum there is a bit of (cough) news today about how 
                        <a href="http://www.freep.com/news/latestnews/pm1186_20041104.htm">fat 
                        people are making the cost of flying higher.</a> (Via 
                        <a href="http://www.bigfatblog.com/">BFB</a> although 
                        it's all over the news so I've been hearing it again 
                        and again.) I mean ... don't take me there. Not this 
                        week. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And. 
                        Also. Back to the idea of the electoral map as a rhetorical 
                        tool. <a href="http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com/2004/11/mapping-it-well-theres-this.html">Elayne 
                        posted a great map.</a> </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e900" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/November2004.htm#e900"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">November</font></a><a id="e900"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                     5 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:01 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e710"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 If I titled my posts I would 
                        title this:some of my best friends are Christians. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Just 
                        to be clear. Because really, it's a time for clarity. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        posted the link to <a href="http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com/2004/11/mapping-it-well-theres-this.html">Elayne's 
                        maps</a> (which has been expanded since I did) because 
                        of the map where the country is broken down into smaller 
                        bits. There were maps like that on the news Tuesday 
                        that broke states into voting districts by color. While 
                        it may be true that more southern and middle states 
                        were more Republican, the big red and blue swatches 
                        of the electoral college are too simple. I listened 
                        to a panel on CSPAN doing a post mortem district by 
                        district and my head was aching with numbers that I 
                        couldn't contain. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        then there was the comment I left over at <a href="http://koshtra.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_koshtra_archive.html#109968146245363048">Dale's</a>. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">All 
                        week I feel like I've been arguing for complexity one 
                        minute and a bottom line the next. And that's the way 
                        it will be for a while. Because it's all true. There 
                        is an extreme right. And they do worry me. And they 
                        are well funded. But. They are people. I mean look. 
                        Nothing is that simple. <a href="http://www.amconmag.com/2004_11_08/cover.html">Guess 
                        who doesn't support the war</a>. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Anyway. 
                        I try to hold notions of complexity even when I'm being 
                        simplistic. How's that for double speak? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sigh. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <table align="center" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;" border="0" width="242">
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                                <td width="236"><p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">
                                    <font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:9pt;">Here we go round the prickly pear<br>
Prickly pear prickly pear<br>
Here we go round the prickly pear<br>
At five o'clock in the morning.<br>
                                    </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;</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;">Between the idea<br>
And the reality<br>
Between the motion<br>
And the act<br>
Falls the Shadow <br></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;</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;">For Thine is the Kingdom<br>
                                    </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;</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;">Between the conception<br>
And the creation<br>
Between the emotion<br>
And the response<br>
Falls the Shadow<br>
                                    </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;</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;">Life is very long<br>
                                    </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;</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;">Between the desire<br>
And the spasm<br>
Between the potency<br>
And the existence<br>
Between the essence<br>
And the descent<br>
Falls the Shadow<br>
                               For Thine is the Kingdom<br></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;</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;">For Thine is<br>
Life is<br>
For Thine is the<br>
                                    </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;</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;">This is the way the world ends<br>
This is the way the world ends<br>
This is the way the world ends<br>
Not with a bang but a whimper.
                                    </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;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;- 
                                    <a href="http://lorenwebster.net/In_a_Dark_Time/archives/000437.html">T.S. 
                                    Elliot</a></span></font></p>
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                                     6 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:28 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e711"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 I did an exit poll on Tuesday. 
                                                    I don't remember the word 
                                                    values being on it but I'm 
                                                    sure if I saw it I would 
                                                    not have checked it. It 
                                                    is too vague. Add 
                                                    the word family. Family 
                                                    values. It is still rather 
                                                    vague in my opinion. I think 
                                                    about one of my radical 
                                                    lesbian friends. What was 
                                                    she doing on Tuesday night 
                                                    while I obsessed in front 
                                                    of the computer? Helping 
                                                    her son with his homework. 
                                                    </span></font>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                                                    strongest impression from 
                                                    <a href="http://ephemera.org/sets/?album=justlymarried">the 
                                                    weddings</a> was how <a href="http://ephemera.org/sets/?album=justlymarried&img=19">straight</a> 
                                                    <a href="http://ephemera.org/sets/?album=justlymarried&img=12">many</a> 
                                                    <a href="http://ephemera.org/sets/?album=justlymarried&img=8">people</a> 
                                                    <a href="http://ephemera.org/sets/?album=justlymarried&img=24">looked.</a> 
                                                    Being an aging hippie chick 
                                                    I remember when we used 
                                                    the word straight to mean 
                                                    conservative. And the weddings 
                                                    were filled with what I 
                                                    would call <a href="http://ephemera.org/sets/?album=justlymarried&img=4">conservative 
                                                    values.</a> There were more 
                                                    <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object/article?f=/g/a/2004/02/18/gaywedgallery.DTL&o=6">babies</a> 
                                                    than there was <a href="http://ephemera.org/sets/?album=justlymarried">camp.</a> 
                                                    And, for the record,  I loved the camp. There 
                                                    was <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object/article?f=/g/a/2004/02/18/gaywedgallery.DTL&o=0">dignity.</a> 
                                                    <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object/article?m=/c/pictures/2004/02/15/ba_marriagekr182.jpg&f=/g/a/2004/02/18/gaywedgallery.DTL">Is 
                                                    this the group</a> the Democratic 
                                                    party wants to blame? </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/110704Z.shtml">Values?</a></span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    heard a woman saying something 
                                                    about how the traditional 
                                                    view of marriage has worked 
                                                    so well. Since my parents 
                                                    were divorced when I was 
                                                    three months old and my 
                                                    father never paid more than 
                                                    three or four months of 
                                                    child support and went on 
                                                    to be married FIVE&nbsp;more 
                                                    times, I'm not feeling it. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
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                                     6 
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                                                &nbsp;12<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:41 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e712"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 This morning is difficult. 
                                                    I had the idea for the post 
                                                    I wrote yesterday but it 
                                                    took me a very long time 
                                                    to write it. I was looking 
                                                    at the pictures. Thinking. 
                                                    Feeling. </span></font>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    spent some time looking 
                                                    through the blogs and listening 
                                                    to NPR, which is my typical 
                                                    Saturday morning. I'm reading 
                                                    lots of great writing. Lots 
                                                    of passion and energy. Lots 
                                                    of heart. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                                                    then it hits me. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                                    so sad.</span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    don't think this is a big, 
                                                    bad deal. It seems obvious. 
                                                    It's a reaction to the political 
                                                    world, the way things are 
                                                    articulated, the limits 
                                                    of my own ability, the crash 
                                                    of a week of trying very 
                                                    hard to keep a focus going. 
                                                    In some ways it is my default 
                                                    emotion. It's the way I 
                                                    feel most of the time. And 
                                                    I know that people don't 
                                                    want me to feel sad and 
                                                    worry when I'm sad. I don't 
                                                    want people to feel sad. 
                                                    I worry when people are 
                                                    sad. I'm tempted to write 
                                                    the laundry list of reasons 
                                                    for why I am and most often 
                                                    have been sad. But. Some 
                                                    of the people who read this 
                                                    blog know me and some know 
                                                    me better than others and 
                                                    it's a tape loop that I 
                                                    really don't want to run 
                                                    just now. It's a tape loop 
                                                    that is always running. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Having 
                                                    sadness as a default doesn't 
                                                    mean I don't know happiness. 
                                                    I do. And I relish it when 
                                                    I feel it. So it isn't about 
                                                    me feeling sad and that 
                                                    being a bad thing. It's 
                                                    just about talking out loud 
                                                    about it.</span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    remember days spent dreaming. 
                                                    Dreaming of the things that 
                                                    would happen. The way it 
                                                    would be. Lots of dreaming. 
                                                    Lots of letters from teachers 
                                                    saying I was very smart 
                                                    but I day dreamed too much. 
                                                    I dream too much. I don't 
                                                    do enough. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">OK. 
                                                    Well. Yeah. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    wanna go have a coffee with 
                                                    a friend and talk. But my 
                                                    friends don't live the kinds 
                                                    of lives in which I can 
                                                    just have that impulse and 
                                                    call and have it happen. 
                                                    My friends have jobs and 
                                                    kids and partners and hobbies 
                                                    and therapy sessions and 
                                                    body work and previously 
                                                    scheduled time with a friend. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And. 
                                                    Honestly. I don't talk much 
                                                    when I'm sad. My throat 
                                                    is tight. My eyes are full. 
                                                    And it isn't like there's 
                                                    a way to talk about it. 
                                                    It is what it is. It may 
                                                    be best to just feel through 
                                                    it. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                                                    look. I can type. So I am. 
                                                    Because it feels like it's 
                                                    the one thing I can do. 
                                                    Most of the time. I can 
                                                    put words on the screen. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
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                                                &nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:21 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e713"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 On Saturday I watched <a href="http://www.netflix.com/MovieDisplay?trkid=90529&movieid=60027708">Together</a>. 
                                                    I cried through the last 
                                                    half of the movie. Which 
                                                    is not to say that it is 
                                                    a sad movie. It's a sweet 
                                                    movie with lots of laugh 
                                                    out loud moments. In the 
                                                    end it's about people coming 
                                                    through for each other in 
                                                    surprising ways. That's 
                                                    a theme that always gets 
                                                    to me. </span></font>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">When 
                                                    I was young I couldn't cry. 
                                                    My throat got so tight it 
                                                    hurt. Even if I was alone. 
                                                    In the last five years or 
                                                    so I cry a lot. It feels 
                                                    good. Especially when you 
                                                    need it and I needed it 
                                                    on Saturday. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                                                    last few posts have drawn 
                                                    two comments that I felt 
                                                    were misunderstandings of 
                                                    what I wrote. I began to 
                                                    wonder if I hadn't written 
                                                    well. I wondered that at 
                                                    that time I was writing. 
                                                    There is no doubt that emotion 
                                                    plays a part in how measured 
                                                    I can be when I'm writing. 
                                                    I make every effort to be 
                                                    measured and I think I've 
                                                    been writing a lot about 
                                                    my personal struggle to 
                                                    hold onto a sense of balance 
                                                    and keep an open heart in 
                                                    the face of an election 
                                                    that makes me feel furious 
                                                    and grief stricken. Since 
                                                    that message may not be 
                                                    clear, let me say it very 
                                                    clearly. I am struggling 
                                                    to maintain a sense of balance 
                                                    and an open heart in the 
                                                    face of an election that 
                                                    makes me feel furious and 
                                                    grief stricken. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    remember this in the days 
                                                    after the 9/11. Because 
                                                    in my MFA program I was 
                                                    meeting lots of new people, 
                                                    I was braced in my communications 
                                                    with people. I remember 
                                                    so many moments of feeling 
                                                    cautious and feeling the 
                                                    need to be clear and informed 
                                                    in my opinion. I also remember 
                                                    what a relief it was to 
                                                    talk with people with whom 
                                                    I knew agreed. I could be 
                                                    sloppy and rhetorical and 
                                                    just dump the feeling. Get 
                                                    It out of my system and 
                                                    then go back to the business&nbsp;of 
                                                    trying to learn what I needed 
                                                    to know to make my points. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Right 
                                                    after the election I read 
                                                    things on blogs that made 
                                                    me cringe even when I agreed. 
                                                    But I also read people giving 
                                                    voice to the powerful and 
                                                    difficult emotions brought 
                                                    up by this election. I watched 
                                                    people doing what I felt 
                                                    I was doing. Moving through 
                                                    the cycles of emotion and 
                                                    trying to tell the truth. 
                                                    And I watched people who 
                                                    didn't seem to care about 
                                                    how they said what they 
                                                    said. They just gave voice 
                                                    to their rage. And I think 
                                                    they have that right. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                                    generally interested in 
                                                    keeping the conversation 
                                                    going. I think I do work 
                                                    really hard to have a tone 
                                                    in my communications that 
                                                    allows for people to disagree 
                                                    with me and still holds 
                                                    the line on what I'm trying 
                                                    to say. I may not always 
                                                    be successful. And last 
                                                    night as I watched the news and 
                                                    saw the film of soldiers 
                                                    kicking doors and heard 
                                                    the rationals for the <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/meast/11/08/iraq.falluja.hospital/index.html">invasion 
                                                    of hospitals</a> my desire 
                                                    to be fair and have an open 
                                                    heart began to dwindle. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    am always suspicious of 
                                                    broad brush hyperbolic ideas 
                                                    about what's going on. Things 
                                                    are rarely simple. And. 
                                                    Also. Too. I have my opinions 
                                                    and a need to say things 
                                                    in a big, over blown, wound 
                                                    up, emotion driven manner. 
                                                    And I take comfort in that 
                                                    kind of writing sometimes. 
                                                    So it is a struggle. And 
                                                    it probably should be.</span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yesterday 
                                                    I couldn't even come up 
                                                    with a post because I was 
                                                    lost to the extreme. I chose 
                                                    to remain silent. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                                                    night I was trying to cope 
                                                    with some feelings of being 
                                                    misunderstood. I thought 
                                                    about James Carville and 
                                                    Mary Matlin. I sometimes 
                                                    wonder how they manage to 
                                                    have a conversation that 
                                                    isn't a fight. They are 
                                                    both centrists in their 
                                                    parties. But they both have 
                                                    the job of articulating 
                                                    the agenda of their parties. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Whenever 
                                                    I &nbsp;fill out one of 
                                                    those what-is-your-blog-about 
                                                    things I say something about 
                                                    it being what ever I'm thinking 
                                                    about on any given day. 
                                                    I often think about political 
                                                    things. And I think it's 
                                                    pretty clear that I am not 
                                                    a centrist. I did not vote 
                                                    for anyone this time. I 
                                                    voted against someone. I'm 
                                                    sick of that. I'm sick of 
                                                    feeling like there is so 
                                                    much at stake. I don't really 
                                                    think that the extreme right 
                                                    is who voted this guy in. 
                                                    I think it was them and 
                                                    a lot of other more centrist 
                                                    people who generally like 
                                                    the economic polices of 
                                                    the Republican party and/or 
                                                    don't think it's a good 
                                                    idea to change leaders in 
                                                    the middle of a war and 
                                                    let's face it, Kerry wasn't 
                                                    that compelling. And then 
                                                    there's the morals stuff. 
                                                    I think it's pretty clear 
                                                    where I stand on all of 
                                                    those issues. Of great comfort 
                                                    to &nbsp;me was the conversation 
                                                    I had with my extremely 
                                                    conservative mother who 
                                                    does not agree with me on 
                                                    the issues but doesn't think 
                                                    the government should tell 
                                                    people how to live. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Maybe 
                                                    I'll start thinking more 
                                                    about recipes. Or write 
                                                    little essays as I walk 
                                                    through the world. Or what 
                                                    ever. I've always tried 
                                                    to write to where the blood 
                                                    is flowing. I try to be 
                                                    mindful of the blog world 
                                                    and link to other people 
                                                    who are writing and posting 
                                                    beautiful art. I try to 
                                                    be balanced and open hearted. 
                                                    And sometimes I fail. Maybe 
                                                    it's a time for just sayin 
                                                    what you feel and not worrying 
                                                    about how you get it said. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    wanted to point to some 
                                                    new art that Craig did because 
                                                    I am such a fan of his art. 
                                                    And I find that I am worried 
                                                    that the art speaks too 
                                                    strongly about things. And 
                                                    I find it more troubling 
                                                    that I am spending one minute 
                                                    worrying about that. Because 
                                                    it is glorious and exact 
                                                    and as I listen to the rational 
                                                    for the ramp up in Falluja 
                                                    in preparations for the 
                                                    installed democracy I find 
                                                    myself thinking about one 
                                                    of his pieces. </span></font></p>
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                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                                    not sure how to keep a tone 
                                                    that makes sure anyone who 
                                                    reads me will feel like 
                                                    I am balanced and have an 
                                                    open heart. Not when there 
                                                    is so much at stake. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                                                    then I come back to that 
                                                    feeling I had as I watched 
                                                    the movie. The movie has 
                                                    nothing to do with politics. 
                                                    It's about family and music 
                                                    and destiny and class and 
                                                    it's about how people come 
                                                    through for each other in 
                                                    surprising ways. People 
                                                    do come through for each 
                                                    other in surprising ways. 
                                                    These are peckish times. 
                                                    I don't think we have to 
                                                    agree with each other about 
                                                    everything. But we do need 
                                                    to keep talking. And it 
                                                    may not always go well. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
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                                     9 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:48 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e714"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 In the middle of the night 
                        I woke from a dream and thought about how I would write 
                        it up for the blog. But you know how it goes. I went 
                        back to sleep and woke up with dream fragments. None 
                        of which made sense. I do remember one part in which 
                        I found a bunch of posts from a blogger who hasn't been 
                        writing and I wondered how I'd missed them. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yesterday 
                        <a href="http://www.mattgonzalez.com/">Matt</a> and 
                        <a href="http://www.sfgov.org/site/bdsupvrs_index.asp?id=4639">Chris</a> 
                        had a hearing about <a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2004/11/09/BAGPA9OE901.DTL">some 
                        legislation</a> intended to limit condo conversions. 
                        It was a long and contentious meeting and will be heard 
                        by&nbsp;the full board. I was struck by the tenuous 
                        negotiation between trying to make sure the poorest 
                        among us are protected and trying not to hurt the people 
                        who scrape it together to buy a small house. In SF that 
                        means a lot of scraping. Attempts to craft the legislation 
                        were subverted by emotion. Matt always keeps his cool. 
                        Chris has a harder time. He has been under more personal 
                        attack than most local politicians, so I understand. 
                        And I like his passion, so I'm not put off by his tantrums. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">In 
                        SF this is a constant battle ground. The rights of the 
                        poor pitched against the consumption of the rich with 
                        the neither rich nor poor but trying very hard to get 
                        ahead squeezed in the middle. I think it's that way 
                        everywhere but it really seems to play out in our city 
                        hall, again and again. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">For 
                        me it's compelling because of the public testimony. 
                        There was a woman who was recently married and her landlord 
                        won't allow the husband to move in because, in the lease, 
                        it says only one person can live there. I'm assuming 
                        that things like that in a&nbsp;lease are about costs 
                        like water, or wear and tear. What I don't get is why 
                        the lease can't be adjusted to accommodate the second 
                        tenant. Except I know that landlords sometimes use things 
                        like this to evict people who aren't paying market rate. 
                        And then there's the young woman who worked really hard 
                        to buy a two unit place with some friends. She's worried 
                        that the legislation will hurt her in some way that 
                        I couldn't entirely parse. But she isn't a big money 
                        person. She's just trying to own her home. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">With 
                        property and business owner ship comes privilege and 
                        responsibility and some times&nbsp;hardship. What about 
                        the people who never get to the place where they can 
                        do anything but rent and work for someone? How do we 
                        make sure they can have a base line of assurance? These 
                        are the questions that drive well intended progressive 
                        politicians and better them than me. I am too bewildered 
                        by the numbers and too irritated by rhetoric and I want 
                        everyone to be happy. I've heard people say that good 
                        public policy makes no one completely happy. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        live in a progressive bubble. The mayor, who I still 
                        don't trust, does <a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2004/11/09/BAGPA9O8SI1.DTL">fairly</a> 
                        <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2004/11/08/EDGD99EOOC1.DTL">radical</a> 
                        <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2004/10/28/BAGLB9HPRV1.DTL">things</a> 
                        and the board of supervisors fights for the rights of 
                        tenants and workers. But it is never simple. </span></font></p>
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                                     9 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;11<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:30 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e715"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 I was just in the kitchen washing 
                        the dishes. And the sun pushed through the thick grey 
                        of the day. The room filled up with light. Kinda like 
                        when the house lights come on in a theater. </span></font>                                                <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(1205)</script> <noscript></span></font><a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/yaccs/commentsn/b=90000008560_and_e_is_1205"><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>
                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e906" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/November2004.htm#e906"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">November</font></a><a id="e906"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                     10 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;1<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:50 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e716"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 Yesterday, on the news, there 
                                                    were two stories. One was 
                                                    about an <a href="http://abclocal.go.com/kgo/news/business/110904ap_business_weight_loss_claims.html">FTC 
                                                    suit of phoney weight loss 
                                                    companies</a> and the other 
                        was about <a href="http://www.kron4.com/Global/story.asp?S=1702380">a 
                                                    new pill that can help you 
                                                    quit smoking and lose weight</a>. 
                                                    At least once I heard a 
                                                    news person say the lead 
                                                    for both stories back to 
                        back without even a blink. No notice of the way those 
                        two stories bump into one another. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">We 
                        are getting use to double speak. We went to Iraq because 
                        there were weapons of mass destruction. When there are 
                        none we're there to liberate the people from an evil 
                        dictator. The war declared over and mission accomplished 
                        but it goes on and on and on. We're in Falluja to rid 
                        the city of insurgents. Insurgent leaders fled before 
                        the battle began. The battle is successful. Context 
                        shifting. Debate reframeing. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">People 
                        tell me to turn it all off and I do. More and more often. 
                        Because it becomes so mind bending. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        then there was news that <a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2004/11/10/BAGRJ9P2MD1.DTL">caught 
                        my attention</a>. I started looking for <a href="http://www.allaboutgeorge.com/2004/11/10/01.45.03/">George</a> 
                        on line.&nbsp;Of course <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/allaboutgeorge/sets/35249/">he 
                        was there. Taking pictures.</a> </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Later 
                        that same day: I woke up this morning from a dream in 
                        which I was in a check out line and as I woke up I was 
                        literally feeling for my wallet and not finding it, 
                        oddly enough. I had to get up and find it because I 
                        was so worried. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">That 
                        was how my day began. And then I talked on the phone 
                        and responded to some e-mail and addax. All the while 
                        I was working on this post. I just now realized that 
                        I never finished it and clicked on publish. Mind bending. 
                        That's my excuse. </span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><span class="rss:item"><a id="e907" href="http://www.fatshadow.com/November2004.htm#e907"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">November</font></a><a id="e907"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1"> 
                                     11 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;12<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:37 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e717"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 I. Uh. Hmmm. Well. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There's 
                        been a few <a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2004/11/11/MNG2P9PJ5M1.DTL">news 
                        reports</a> about the people who are questioning the 
                        election. All of them take a diminishing tone, which, 
                        no matter how you feel about whether or not there needs 
                        to be a complete count of the votes, is not the way 
                        news should be reported. In my opinion. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">If 
                        it turned out that the vote had been tampered with and 
                        Kerry challenged it and things were reversed I would, 
                        in some ways, be thrilled. In other ways, I would think 
                        it would be a set up for four years of Kerry being blocked 
                        and harassed in ways that would make the blocking and 
                        harassment of Clinton look like nitpicking. I also think 
                        the whole battle would play out between all of us. Things 
                        would get ugly. And. Maybe that would be OK. So I have 
                        mixed feeling about the out come. But I have no mixed 
                        feelings about the righteousness of the people who are 
                        asking the questions. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">They 
                        have that right. They are not conspiracy theorists. 
                        They are hard working people. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <table align="center" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;" border="0" width="315">
                            <tr>
                                <td width="309">
                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans,Helvetica"><span style="font-size:9pt;">Perhaps this can
all be dismissed. Perhaps rants like the one posted by 'TruthIsAll' are
nothing more than sour grapes from the side that lost. Perhaps all of
the glitches, wrecked votes, unprecedented voting trends and partisan
voting-machine connections can be explained away. If so, this reporter
would very much like to see those explanations. At a bare minimum, the
fact that these questions exist at all represents a grievous
undermining of the basic confidence in the process required to make
this democracy work. Democracy should not ever require leaps of faith,
and we have put the fate of our nation into the hands of machines that
require such a leap. It is unacceptable across the board, and calls
into serious question not only the election we just had, but any future
election involving these machines. (<a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/110804A.shtml">more</a>) 
                                    </span></font></td>
                            </tr>
                        </table>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Karen 
                        sent me e-mail about people who are working on it all 
                        and ways to push the point and <a href="http://www.moveon.org/investigatethevote/">Move 
                        On is taking it up</a> as well. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://blackboxvoting.org/">Black 
                        Box Voting</a></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 href="http://votewatch.us/">Vote 
                        Watch</a></span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                        I'm gonna write some letters and make some calls but 
                        I don't have a feeling that it will mean Kerry gets 
                        the job. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <table align="center" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;" border="0" width="407">
                            <tr>
                                <td width="401"><p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2">&nbsp;</font><font face="Lucida Sans,Helvetica"><span style="font-size:9pt;">To trigger an
automatic recount, which would reconsider the &quot;spoiled ballots,&quot; Kerry
needs to reduce Bush's lead to some 19,000 votes, according to
Democratic Party officials. Given the current tally, this would require
winning over 90% of 140,000 qualified provisional ballots, and half of
the overseas military absentees, or a comparable mix. Not likely, even
to a Red Sox fan. </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;">Otherwise,
the Kerry camp would have to request a recount, which they will not do
unless the provisional votes reduce Bush's lead sufficiently to make
the &quot;spoiled ballots&quot; look irresistible. </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
make Kerry's odds even tougher, the man running the game - Secretary of
State Ken Blackwell -also co-chairs the Ohio committee to re-elect
George Bush. A former mayor of Cincinnati, Undersecretary of HUD, and
U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations Human Rights Commission,
Blackwell is one of the national GOP's most prominent African-American
officials and a leading candidate to replace Bob Taft as Governor of
Ohio. More to the point, he publicly spearheaded Republican efforts in
the state to reduce the number of his fellow African-Americans whose
votes would go to the Democrats. (<a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/111104A.shtml">more</a>) 
                                    </span></font></p>
                                </td>
                            </tr>
                        </table>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        just think that after all is said and done we should 
                        have elections in this country that are less suspect. 
                        And I don't think there's anything wrong with dissent. 
                        </span></font></p>
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                                     12 
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                                                &nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:43 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e718"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 <a href="http://www.distortionthebook.com/beachy.html">Stephen</a> 
                                                    sent e-mail that he was 
                                                    reading at <a href="http://www.booksinc.net/NASApp/store/IndexJsp;jsessionid=B9FA619E1FF28CF30FEDD14FC19C15EC.t4?s=storeinfo&page=209246">Books 
                                                    Inc</a>. I wrote back that 
                                                    I make jokes about having 
                                                    agoraphobia that are less 
                                                    and less funny all the time 
                                                    but that I would be there.</span></font>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It 
                                                    had been raining all night 
                                                    and was raining in the morning 
                                                    and I began to make deals 
                                                    with the gods about sun 
                                                    for ... well that was the 
                                                    problem. I had not much 
                                                    to offer. Not even reverence. 
                                                    And then it got sunny and 
                                                    so I said thank you. Just 
                                                    in case. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">As 
                                                    I walked to the trolley 
                                                    it was beginning again and 
                                                    I grumbled something to 
                                                    who ever might be listening. 
                                                    As the trolley rounded onto 
                                                    Market it was pouring and 
                                                    gray and as moody and miserable 
                                                    a storm as ever could be. 
                                                    I do like the rain. I just 
                                                    like it better when I'm 
                                                    inside. And I was inside 
                                                    the trolley but I was worried 
                                                    that it would keep up and 
                        I would have to walk in it. Just 
                                                    before Fifth the sun burst 
                                                    through. Just like the <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/November2004.htm#e905">other 
                                                    morning</a>. By the time 
                                                    we were at Castro it was 
                                                    dripping a bit. Nothing 
                                                    too bad. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">That's 
                                                    me. That's the way I am. 
                                                    I catastrophize. I laugh 
                                                    at myself when it turns 
                                                    out that things are not 
                                                    only not bad but might even 
                                                    be good and then it's neither 
                                                    terrible nor beautiful. 
                                                    Just drippy. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                                    about half way through the 
                                                    <a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=2-0231122845-0">book 
                                                    about&nbsp;Klein</a>. It 
                                                    isn't the best trolley&nbsp;read. 
                                                    Not with teenagers calling 
                                                    their dad on cell phones 
                                                    to beg for a ride home and 
                                                    couples arguing about money 
                        in a combination 
                                                    of English and Tagalong 
                                                    and young boys with something 
                                                    like Tourett's or maybe 
                                                    just an interest in seeing 
                                                    how long dad would make 
                                                    the effort to explain the 
                                                    reason why the abrupt explosions 
                                                    of ear splitting sound the 
                        boy was making were not good 
                                                    public behavior. Psychoanalytic 
                                                    theory from a French feminist 
                                                    perspective doesn't get 
                                                    through the demand of all 
                                                    that cacophony. This, by 
                                                    the way, is the book in 
                                                    the trilogy on life, madness 
                                                    and words. This one being 
                                                    on madness. I'll tell ya 
                                                    about madness. Trying to 
                                                    read the book on the trolley. 
                                                    That was madness. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Most 
                                                    of the people I like the 
                                                    best don't suffer psychoanalytic 
                                                    theory of the neo Freudian 
                                                    variety. I understand why. 
                                                    But. I like this project. 
                                                    I like the idea of reading 
                                                    the lives of specific women 
                                                    though their work. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    went to <a href="http://www.peets.com/shop/shop.asp">Peet's</a> 
                                                    to wait for Deb. Easier 
                                                    to read there. Only the 
                                                    sound of a guy talking about 
                                                    what cut backs in funds 
                                                    are doing to exacerbate 
                                                    homelessness, a woman who 
                                                    was telling him about her 
                        study of  pre-Christian 
                                                    religions and two guys talking 
                                                    in the nothing I'm saying 
                                                    really matters I just need 
                                                    to be near you kind of way. The 
                                                    two guys were sitting to 
                                                    my right at a table slightly 
                                                    higher than mine so I could 
                                                    see all the under the table 
                                                    touching of thighs. Not 
                                                    that I was looking. Not 
                                                    with all that psychoanalytic 
                                                    theory to hold my attention. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Deb 
                                                    came and we went for dinner. 
                                                    I had tuna noodle casserole. 
                                                    Really. It was so good. 
                                                    Not canned tuna. It was 
                        fresh tuna and peas and it was 
                                                    creamy and warm and the 
                                                    perfect thing on a rainy 
                                                    day. We went back to Peet's 
                                                    and Stephen was there. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    always feel loud and bombastic 
                                                    and needy around Stephen. 
                                                    I think it's because I love 
                                                    the way he thinks about 
                                                    things and he's someone 
                                                    who made a difference in 
                                                    the way I think. And he's 
                                                    quiet. And thoughtful. And 
                        specific. I 
                                                    noticed that I was doing 
                                                    lots of negative self speak. 
                                                    Just like <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/October2004.htm#e871">when 
                                                    Val was here</a>. It's another 
                                                    one of the things I do. 
                                                    I say the bad thing I think 
                                                    the person is thinking before 
                                                    they can say it. But I don't 
                                                    really think Val or Stephen 
                                                    would be thinking bad things 
                                                    about me so I don't 
                                                    know why I did it around 
                                                    them. I'm the one thinking 
                                                    bad things about me.</span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There's 
                                                    this one section in <a href="http://www.distortionthebook.com/mona.html">Distortion 
                                                    that stays with me like 
                                                    a dream</a>. That's been 
                                                    a theme lately. Dreams. 
                                                    Life. Which is which? Stephen 
                                                    writes about people in a 
                                                    way that makes every thing 
                                                    about them seem like something 
                                                    you might have felt yourself. 
                                                    Even when there's just no 
                                                    way. When I was reading 
                                                    the book I was struck by 
                                                    how detached I am from my 
                                                    own sexual desire. I just 
                                                    don't pay attention. Almost. 
                                                    I am aware of it sometimes 
                                                    but I have no sense of agency 
                                                    and no sense of possibility. 
                                                    It's just something <a href="http://www.goodvibes.com/cgi-bin/sgdynamo.exe?CODIV=0102&UID=2004111122444375&HTNAME=store/toy_feature.html">I 
                                                    take care of myself</a> 
                                                    every once in awhile. In 
                                                    fact, I think I go out of 
                                                    my way to not notice the 
                                                    touches of the thigh under 
                                                    the table.</span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Back 
                                                    on the trolley, when the 
                                                    rain was coming down, I 
                                                    remembered that tiny bit 
                                                    of time in the early part 
                                                    of this summer when I thought 
                                                    that something wonderful 
                                                    was happening. For just 
                                                    a little while I thought 
                                                    I might be loved. In that 
                                                    way. You know? And it was 
                                                    so ... intoxicating. And 
                                                    then it became clear that 
                                                    I was wrong. And I fought 
                                                    the idea. Until I couldn't 
                                                    fight any more. And then 
                                                    I just worked on. Getting 
                                                    over it. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So. 
                                                    The reading. Stephen was wonderful. Gifted 
                                                    me with a new character 
                                                    and new dreamscape full 
                                                    of gauchos and the beautiful 
                                                    twin of a longed for object 
                                                    of desire and ideas of wicked 
                                                    and torn up drawings and 
                                                    smacks on the butt. All 
                                                    this after a bunch of unfocused 
                        reading 
                                                    about object theory and 
                                                    the anxiety of desire and 
                                                    rain that turned to sun 
                                                    that turned to drips. Sidewalks 
                                                    with yellow leaves pasted 
                                                    to them with wet. Dramas. 
                                                    Inner and outer. Imagined. 
                                                    Projected. Feared. Realized. 
                                                    Overheard. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                                                    was a woman in front of 
                                                    me who had green and purple 
                                                    hair and tattoos and too 
                                                    tight black clothing and 
                                                    a volume level that rivaled 
                                                    the young boy on the trolley&nbsp;but 
                                                    without the father explaining 
                                                    the etiquette of public 
                                                    space. In front of her was 
                                                    a man dressed in leather. 
                                                    Leather covered with buttons 
                                                    and patches and slogans 
                        and spikes. 
                                                    And silver jewelry. And 
                                                    the look of someone who 
                                                    may have been high. And 
                                                    ya know I see people like 
                                                    this every day and lets 
                                                    remember that I have two 
                                                    tattoos and a pierced nose. 
                                                    So it wasn't so much that 
                                                    I thought they were odd. 
                                                    I just felt like I'd seen 
                                                    them before. Standing in 
                                                    front of <a href="http://www.cbgb.com/">CBGB</a>. 
                                                    Or was it at the <a href="http://www.hotelchelsea.com/newmain.html">Chelsea</a>? 
                                                    Or was it in a dream? Everything 
                                                    began to feel <a href="http://www.cowboybooks.com.au/html/acidtrip1.html">like 
                                                    I was on Acid.</a> And I 
                                                    felt like a blank space. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</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;">If 
                                                                the initial 
                                                                preverbal relationship 
                                                                with the mother 
                                                                is gratifying, 
                                                                it establishes 
                                                                a degree of 
                                                                contact with 
                                                                the unconscious 
                                                                of both the 
                                                                mother and the 
                                                                child so complete 
                                                                and so gratifying 
                                                                that nostalgia 
                                                                impresses it 
                                                                into the psyche. 
                                                                Speechless though 
                                                                it may be, this 
                                                                contact affords 
                                                                the sensation 
                                                                of being understood, 
                                                                a sensation 
                                                                that is so all-encompassing 
                                                                that it enhances 
                                                                the depressive 
                                                                impression of 
                                                                having suffered 
                                                                an irreplaceable 
                                                                loss. </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;</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;">The 
                                                                hope of rediscovering 
                                                                total understanding 
                                                                by reunifying 
                                                                the ego's split 
                                                                off and misunderstood 
                                                                parts can be 
                                                                thus expressed 
                                                                by the fantasy 
                                                                of having a 
                                                                twin, as Bion 
                                                                has suggested. 
                                                                This hope can 
                                                                also appear 
                                                                in the form 
                                                                of an internalized 
                                                                object that 
                                                                deserves unwavering 
                                                                trust. But when 
                                                                the integration 
                                                                of the parts 
                                                                of ego remains 
                                                                inaccessible, 
                                                                the feeling 
                                                                of nonintegration 
                                                                or exclusion 
                                                                surges forth, 
                                                                and we become 
                                                                convinced &quot;that 
                                                                there is no 
                                                                person or group 
                                                                to which one 
                                                                belongs.&quot; 
                                                                </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;</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;">(From 
                                                                the book. Not 
                                                                sequential.) 
                                                                </span></font></p>
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                                                    </table>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Madness. 
                                                    Well. Ya know. Acid trip. 
                                                    I'm tellin ya. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    got home and my copy of 
                                                    <a href="http://notsoswift.com/store/product_info.php/products_id/29?osCsid=16c5dd3ab">Amber's 
                                                    book</a> was in my mail 
                                                    box. It is beautiful and 
                                                    soothing. Like tuna noodle 
                                                    casserole. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And then there 
                                                    was the news of <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2004/11/11/MNGB59PKL01.DTL">Iris 
                                                    Chang</a>. I can't quite 
                        explain why the news hit me the way it did or even exactly 
                        how it hit me. I wasn't that sad when it was raining. 
                        I wasn't that happy in the sun. I wasn't really annoyed 
                        or engaged by people on the trolley or at the reading. 
                        I was just moving through it all. It seemed like a tape 
                        loop was running and I needed to take notes. You know. 
                        In case there was a test. </span></font></p>
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                                     15 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:13 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e719"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 I haven't been talking about 
                                                    my Sim playing and I have 
                                                    been playing. Mostly on 
                        the weekends when there's lots of good radio and Book 
                        TV. The game is absorbing enough to play with out any 
                        background noise but I like to think there is something 
                        feeding my brain. The game does give me lots to think 
                        about but I always think that reflects my inability 
                        to play. I take it all too seriously. It really&nbsp;is 
                        just like the hours I spent playing with dolls as a 
                        kid. Telling myself little stories the whole time. This 
                        <a href="http://thesims2.ea.com/">new game</a> has more 
                        story telling possibility. You are really telling the 
                        story of the whole town. It's a soap opera. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        then there's the stages of life: infant, toddler, child, 
                        teen, adult and elder. And then you die. Sims death 
                        is very cute. There are hula girls. Singing Aloha Oe. 
                        And you get to be a ghost. But still. There will be 
                        an end to your narrative line. As it were. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        find that I rush the baby stage. All the baby does is 
                        need. Food. Diaper changes. In the middle of the night. 
                        So when the notice comes in that the baby is about to 
                        become a toddler you can either wait a day or take the 
                        baby to a cake where, after everyone sings of course, 
                        it will spin in the air and become a toddler. Toddlers 
                        need potty training and they need to learn to walk and 
                        talk, all of which depends on adult participation. It's 
                        also a time when the Sim can play with toys and gain 
                        skill points. I remember reading about a trend in which 
                        parents were trying to teach their babies things at 
                        a very young age and thinking it was a bit over the 
                        top. With my Sims, I am that parent. Ironically, the 
                        toddlers and kids always want to be read to and I never 
                        do that. I'd like to think I would read to kids. I have 
                        read to kids who I know. But in the game you're always 
                        thinking about how to make the most of your time. More 
                        so now that the hula girls are waiting in the wings. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        rush the toddler phase a little bit. The kid phase and 
                        teen phase are all about making friends and developing 
                        more skills. Being an adult is about career and family. 
                        And what is being an elder about? That was the question 
                        that began hours of me staring at the screen wondering. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">They 
                        can retire. They get pension checks. But they don't 
                        seem to like that. What do you do if you aren't working? 
                        Swim, paint, read, play chess. Seems good to me but 
                        they want jobs. Part time jobs. But still. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        then there was the idea that, in a couple, if one person 
                        dies, the other person will be there alone. Waiting 
                        to die. Ewww. My solution was to move in one of the 
                        kids and their family. It's very cool. Three generations, 
                        living together. Soon to be four if I can fend off the 
                        hula girls. There are ways. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        first generation of the kids of adults who came with 
                        the game are about to launch and this has me hand wringing 
                        and teeth gnashing. I want everything to be perfect. 
                        What does perfect mean? Oh. That's so complicated. There's 
                        an aspiration meter and ... oh. Never mind. Let's just 
                        say that the layers of meaning making are thick. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        are things that happen that make me laugh out loud. 
                        And, with all the life transitions, I have felt sentimental 
                        and weepy, which makes me feel a bit odd. To say the 
                        least. See what I mean? &nbsp;I just can't play. But 
                        what always gets me to stop playing is that it's just 
                        too much like life. That and the overwhelming responsibility 
                        of being a god. Er, uh, goddess. </span></font></p>
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                                     16 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:07 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e720"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 Thirty years or more ago, if 
                        you had told me there would be an African American woman 
                        in a position of power in the national government, I 
                        would have thrust my chubby fist into the air and said, 
                        &quot;right on!&quot; </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Picture 
                        me. Sitting here. Head in hands. <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/ALLPOLITICS/11/16/rice.powell/index.html">No. 
                        No. No.</a> </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        have a sore tooth. I'm not sure if it's my tooth or 
                        my gum and I mostly notice it at night. It wakes me 
                        up. I think I might be grinding my teeth as I sleep. 
                        It feels like such a neurotic thing to do. And yet. 
                        So understandable. All things considered. </span></font></p>
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                                     16 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;2<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:25 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e721"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 I had my soap opera on. They 
                        were dealing with <a href="http://www.startingovertv.com/showguide/fullstory.html">racism</a> 
                        because of an event in the house. The group leaders 
                        asked each person if they were racist and all but one 
                        said no. The one who didn't say no didn't exactly say 
                        yes. She said she knew that she stereotyped. Kind of 
                        a side step. I hate when people say no to that question. 
                        I especially hate it when white people say no. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">If 
                        you ask me I always say yes. Do I want to be? Of course 
                        not. Do I cultivate it in myself. No. But I know where 
                        I grew up. <a href="http://www.museum.tv/archives/etv/A/htmlA/amosnandy/amosnandy.htm">Amos 
                        and Andy</a> was on television when I was a kid. I don't 
                        remember having thoughts of hate toward people of color, 
                        or even feeling superior. I do remember having thoughts 
                        of difference. As I grew older I challenged those ideas. 
                        Should I be congratulated? I think not. I think that 
                        should be the default response. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        neighborhood was white collar working class. Social 
                        division was between me (a Methodist) and the Catholic 
                        kids. The people of color I saw were on the bus. My 
                        mother, when asked, was adamant about there being no 
                        difference but none of the kids I knew were being bombed 
                        in their church. My families reaction was to blame it 
                        on the south. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        live in a country that begins with stories of three 
                        ships crossing the ocean and then more ships filled 
                        with people looking for freedom and then a document 
                        written with words about freedom that ignored the people 
                        who were clearly not free. Ignored them until the country 
                        split apart and even then lacked the will to forge a 
                        meaningful&nbsp;equity. Not until it was demanded did 
                        the will for equity begin to develop. And still. Still, 
                        we have work to do. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Most 
                        of us want to be thought of as a good person. Many of 
                        us want to think well of others. It doesn't feel good 
                        to say yes to that question. It feels terrible. I wonder 
                        how much worse it must feel to deal with racism every 
                        day and not be able to pretend it happens else where. 
                        A little bit of uncomfortable truth doesn't seem like 
                        too much to bear. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                        I am rethinking my earlier post. If you see me now I 
                        will thrust my fat fist into the air and say, &quot;right 
                        on.&quot; It won't have the ring of pleasure it might 
                        have if it were <a href="http://www.house.gov/lee/">someone 
                        I respect.</a> But still. Some things have changed. 
                        </span></font></p>
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                                     18 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;1<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:23 
                                                PM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e722"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 Back in the day, when I had 
                                                    a job, I went to the dentist. 
                                                    I didn't have health insurance 
                                                    from the job but I was 
                                                    making enough money to go. 
                                                    My dentist gave me a thing 
                                                    (like a brace but it's not 
                                                    called a brace) to correct 
                                                    my bite. I had to wear it 
                                                    all the time for a month 
                                                    and then I could just wear 
                                                    it at night. I don't think 
                                                    there was anything terribly 
                                                    wrong with my bite but it&nbsp;was 
                                                    the guy's specialty. The 
                                                    next step was supposed to 
                                                    include sanding down some 
                                                    teeth but that was more 
                                                    money and time and discomfort 
                                                    and I didn't want to do 
                                                    it. And then I started school 
                                                    and that was the end of 
                                                    the cash. </span></font>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                                                    night I wore &quot;the thing&quot; 
                                                    (what the heck was it called?) 
                                                    and had no pain from the 
                                                    tooth. It does set the top 
                                                    teeth forward, in a way. 
                                                    Hard to explain. But it 
                                                    worked. There may still 
                                                    be problems with the tooth. 
                                                    And there may be a day when 
                                                    I have a job and can go 
                        to the dentist. Won't that 
                                                    be nice?</span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    was thinking about it all. 
                                                    Of course. Heath insurance. 
                                                    My inability (or is it unwillingness) 
                        to take it 
                                                    seriously. Health care. 
                                                    Culturally. Personally. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">This 
                                                    morning I read <a href="http://lynne.tblog.com/">Lynn</a> 
                                                    following her from the lovely 
                                                    comment she left me. Bias 
                                                    is indeed everywhere. She 
                                                    wrote a post that I found 
                                                    poignant in which she talks 
                                                    about body image issues. 
                                                    Ironically I, fat positive 
                                                    rebel that I am, was just 
                                                    thinking about the same 
                                                    thing. I was thinking about 
                                                    it because of my Sims. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">In 
                                                    the first game I found the 
                                                    fat body site and had so 
                                                    much fun <a href="http://www.fatshadow.com/August2004.htm#e821">making 
                                                    the Sim me.</a> In this 
                                                    game being fat means being 
                                                    unfit and shows up as all 
                                                    belly and butt. I love bellies 
                                                    and butts so that's OK but 
                                                    it isn't really accurate. 
                                                    Arms are fat. Legs are fat. 
                        Faces are fat. So there is no Sim me in 
                                                    my  Sims 2. And I find that 
                                                    I react to the way weight 
                                                    shows up on some of the 
                                                    bodies. Certain Sims look 
                                                    very cute to me fat. Other's 
                                                    don't. Why? It's completely 
                                                    subjective and I know that 
                                                    my eye has been poisoned 
                                                    by the media. So, despite 
                                                    the work that I have done 
                                                    to see differently, I am 
                                                    still subject to the bias. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                                                    just a lot of work to deprogram 
                                                    and the work is always subverted 
                                                    if you watch any TV or see 
                                                    magazines in the store or 
                                                    just deal with any media 
                                                    at all, ever. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">In 
                                                    Lynn's comments someone 
                                                    mentions the &quot;l</span></font><span class="comments" style="font-size:11pt;"><font face="Lucida Sans">egitimate concerns about health and rising costs of medical care-</font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">
&quot; and goes on to talk about why that may be part of fat hatred. It's a 
                        cool comment taken as a whole but I want 
                                                    to challenge the word legitimate. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Insurance 
                                                    companies. The people who 
                                                    say that if you give them 
                                                    a little bit of money every 
                                                    month they will help pay 
                                                    your medical bills. It is 
                                                    a business and would not 
                                                    be a viable business if 
                                                    people got sick all the 
                                                    time and needed lots of 
                                                    medical care. And they aren't 
                                                    likely to insure people 
                                                    who are going to have big 
                                                    medical bills. At least 
                                                    not at low cost. So how 
                                                    do they go about figuring 
                                                    out who gets the higher 
                                                    costs? How do you measure 
                                                    health? </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Big 
                                                    question. I wouldn't want 
                                                    to try and answer it. We 
                                                    do know that insurance companies 
                                                    sometimes (cough) find reasons 
                                                    not to pay for care. And 
                        then there are HMOs. And ideas about preventative care. 
                        I think 
                                                    ideas of preventative care 
                                                    are good, generally. But 
                                                    bodies are very complex. 
                                                    One person's prevention 
                        is another person's poison. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">In 
                                                    terms of weight, insurance 
                                                    companies came up with BMI 
                                                    as a measure for health. 
                                                    There is much debate about 
                                                    the use of BMI as a measurment. 
                        It's 
                                                    interesting to think about 
                                                    the fact that the insurance 
                                                    companies can change the 
                                                    numbers at will. Which they 
                                                    did. So people went to bed 
                                                    one night at a healthy weight 
                                                    and woke up the next day 
                                                    at&nbsp;what is considered 
                                                    an unhealthy weight. Think 
                                                    about that. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">This 
                                                    is not my area of expertise. 
                                                    There <a href="http://www.naafa.org/Convention2001/gaesser.html">are 
                                                    people</a> who study this 
                                                    stuff who make the argument 
                                                    better that I can. What 
                                                    I know is my own life and 
                                                    the lives of my friends. 
                                                    I don't get much health 
                                                    care, which is more about 
                                                    money than weight. I have 
                                                    a great fat neutral doctor 
                                                    now (who I only see when 
                                                    I'm really sick and I pay 
                                                    cash.) but I have avoided 
                                                    doctors because of fat phobia. 
                                                    I know lots of fat people 
                                                    who avoid doctors. I'm not 
                                                    causing the rise in health 
                        care cost. 
                                                    The ideas about who I am 
                                                    are causing the rising costs. 
                                                    And who comes up with those 
                                                    ideas? </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                                                    is money being made. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yesterday 
                        there were two news stories telling me that if I <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/HEALTH/11/17/fighting.fat.ap/index.html">got 
                        more sleep and bought a dog I would lose weight.</a> 
                        Experts. Experts said so. See now. My tooth woke me 
                        up. I lost sleep and now I'm fat. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Oh 
                        I'm getting kooky. I know. But it makes me feel kooky. 
                        It's one thing to have a media that tells you what beauty 
                        looks like and it's another to have constant crap coming 
                        at you about health and weight. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">A 
                        friend was telling me about a show on which they talked 
                        about a girl who went to doctors about her weight. They 
                        ran her through the same old tired eat less exercise 
                        more trip again and again until finally she found a 
                        doctor who thought out side of that blame the fat person 
                        thing and figured out that she had <a href="http://health.discovery.com/encyclopedias/585.html">Cushing's 
                        Syndrome.</a> She's received some kind of treatment 
                        and she has lost weight. I don't really know the details 
                        because I didn't see the show. Whether or not she lost 
                        weight and whether or not that is a healthier thing 
                        is a whole conversation but, for me, is ultimately about 
                        how she feels. My point is that her weight was part 
                        of a complex adrenal disfunction and she was blamed 
                        for it. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">And 
                        that's just one example. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Someone. 
                        Some where. Might wonder if I found out that I had Cushing 
                        Syndrome and could lose weight by taking some kind of 
                        pill, would I. I really don't think so. I can't say. 
                        Some of my weight could be about some amount of adrenal 
                        disfunction. Adrenal glands are all about dealing with 
                        stress. The world is stressful. The world is stressful 
                        in ways that are new. And worse. So my fat grandmother 
                        and my fat mother give me a genetic predisposition and 
                        then I live in this world. I mean, who really knows 
                        and I don't really care. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">There 
                        are two things that are true at the same time. I am 
                        not a particularly healthy person. Nor a particularly 
                        unhealthy person. I think my heath issues have to be 
                        read in the context of my whole life. I have had and 
                        sometimes still do have&nbsp;a really ambivalent relationship 
                        with my body. Some of that comes to me naturally and 
                        some of that is reinforced by culture. I can work from 
                        the inside out. And I think the culture can meet me 
                        half way. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">When 
                        I first saw the picture on Lynn's blog I thought she 
                        was (is) such a cutie! And why would anyone think anything 
                        else? I'm always imagining a scene in which I am standing 
                        in a public space next to a thin or average sized person. 
                        The person eats lots of crap food and never moves and 
                        smokes and drinks and yadda yadda. I eat vegetables 
                        and fruit and some crap food (although it's usually 
                        pretty high falooten crap food) (what with being a foody 
                        and all) swim, do yoga and walk. Which of us healthy? 
                        And now add the impact of the hostility directed at 
                        me when I am in public because of my weight and the 
                        absence of that kind of hostility for the thin or average 
                        sized. Health impact? </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Anyway.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yeah. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        tooth is OK. </span></font></p>
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                                     19 
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                                                &nbsp;11<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:20 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e723"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 I woke up from a night of complicated 
                        dreams ending with me in a room and a big kids choir 
                        was walking in to sing. I was so happy to be there to 
                        hear them. In the middle of the night I woke up convinced 
                        that there was going to be an earthquake. <a href="http://www.nbc11.com/earthquakes/2227965/detail.html">There 
                        may have been one</a>. There will be one. Some day. 
                        I've never been here for a big one. The little ones 
                        are weird enough. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://easybakecoven.net/">Susan</a> 
                        linked up this site about <a href="http://www.victoriasdirtysecret.net/article.php?list=type&type=6">Victoria's 
                        Secret and the catalogue bomb.</a> It is the time of 
                        year when my mail box is full of catalogues every day. 
                        I was looking at a Pottery Barn one the other day and 
                        thinking about the shiny new smooth lines in the pictures. 
                        Just like bodies. We like everything smooth and new. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        have a bed room set that was gifted to me by someone 
                        I didn't even know that well. She was moving and knew 
                        I needed a bed. Extremely kind, I thought. It's kind 
                        of vintage. There's a label that says it's genuine Fashion 
                        Flow Furniture. Kind of forties looking. Not something 
                        I would have picked but after ten years I've become 
                        quite attached to it. Most of my furniture is getting 
                        old. Not smooth. My cushy chair has lost some cush. 
                        But I like it. Sometimes I want a new one. But I'd rather 
                        just get some more cush for this one. Pictures can be 
                        seductive. I'd be tempted. You know. If I had some money. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Last 
                        night on the news there were mothers of soldiers saying 
                        that they didn't like the way the media&nbsp;covered 
                        Iraq. They&nbsp;thought it was too negative. Ironic. 
                        Since I think the news&nbsp;is a propaganda machine 
                        FOR&nbsp;the war. The mothers pointed to a <a href="http://www.nbc11.com/newslinks/3928471/detail.html">list 
                        of soldier's blogs,</a> which are pretty interesting. 
                        Filled with pro war rhetoric. But interesting. I found 
                        myself pondering the fact that so many people feel the 
                        way they do about it all. Since it is so opposite of 
                        my own feelings. It's not so much about right and wrong. 
                        It's about how we get to where we are.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        woke up a little later than usual and am a bit spacier 
                        that usual. Or maybe not. Heh. I have the local news 
                        on the TV as I write. They are reporting that there 
                        is an obesity virus. <a href="http://archives.cnn.com/2000/HEALTH/07/28/fat.virus.ap/">This 
                        isn't new news.</a> Just after the report they talk 
                        to a comedy guy who is in town and they all make jokes 
                        about donuts filled with the virus. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                        head. </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;">Shaking. 
                        </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;">In 
                        dismay. </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;">Not 
                        big dismay. </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;">Just 
                        a whatthefuck kind of shaking. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        gonna go take a shower and do some laundry and apartment 
                        cleaning. Right now it looks like there might have been 
                        an earthquake on my desk. </span></font></p>
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                                     23 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;8<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:22 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e724"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 Have you had ever had a dream 
                        in which you are trying to wake up but you can't so 
                        that when you actually do wake up it feels like you've 
                        been swimming up from some indescribably deep place 
                        ? That's how life feels to me right now. Which I suppose 
                        sounds terribly dreary. But I guess I hope that being 
                        able to describe it might mean that I am about to wake 
                        up. Or have woken up. Or sumthin.</span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        watched <a href="http://www.nextwavefilms.com/southern/">Southern 
                        Comfort</a> last night. I wonder how it must feel to 
                        be a male to female &nbsp;transgendered person with&nbsp;&nbsp;botched 
                        breast reduction surgery watching the new television 
                        shows in which doctors do painstaking work to get a 
                        nose, or an eye, or a hip into just the right cookie 
                        cutter shape we are told is beauty. It's a movie that 
                        makes the life of the transgendered people real. Accessible. 
                        Heart breaking. And normal. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">That's 
                        one of things I always hope I do. Describe the life 
                        of someone who is fat in a way that takes away the&nbsp;onerous 
                        rhetoric about blame and shame. Which is not to say 
                        that there isn't difficulty. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">After 
                        October I vowed that I would push myself to write every 
                        day. And I have been unsuccessful. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Obviously. 
                        </span></font></p>
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                                     24 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:49 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e725"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 After I wrote my post and did 
                                                    the usual morning stuff 
                                                    yesterday I walked over to Trader 
                                                    Joe's to get some <a href="http://www.anaspastry.com/">muffins</a>. 
                                                    I was thinking about why 
                                                    it's so hard to write these 
                                                    days, why I blog, why blogging 
                                                    is so hard right now, and 
                                                    on and on and on. </span></font>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    blog because it's a way 
                                                    to write. I remember a teacher 
                                                    in my MFA program said he 
                                                    didn't write for a year 
                                                    after he graduated from 
                                                    his MFA program. I am not 
                                                    hypergraphic. Sometimes 
                                                    language just leaves me. 
                                                    But the blog has kept me 
                                                    writing. And that has been 
                                                    good. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">What 
                                                    keeps me going is enormous 
                                                    gratitude for the people 
                                                    who&nbsp;stop by to read 
                                                    and more gratitude than 
                                                    can be measured for the 
                                                    people who stop by more 
                                                    than once and the friendships 
                                                    I've made in the blog world 
                                                    and the writing. The desire 
                                                    to write. So these fallow 
                                                    times are miserable.</span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Later 
                                                    I listened to the supes 
                                                    while they made the choice 
                                                    to <a href="http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2004/11/23/BAGFU9VS9H42.DTL">not 
                                                    censure Chris Daly</a>. 
                                                    It was one of those meetings 
                                                    with hours of public testimony 
                                                    most of which was pro Chris. 
                                                    I met Chris years ago when 
                                                    I was selling coffee. He 
                                                    is intense. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">He lost his 
                                                    cool. It wasn't a good thing. 
                                                    Oh well. He shouldn't have 
                                                    said the bad word. But&nbsp;censure? 
                                                    &nbsp;Oh no, no, no. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                                                    big on decorum and the need 
                                                    for public officials to 
                                                    keep their cool. I really 
                                                    had to think about the fact 
                                                    that I didn't want the big 
                                                    deal made of what happened. 
                                                    I am more aligned with Chris 
                                                    politically. Does that mean 
                                                    I don't want him to be held 
                                                    to a standard of civility? 
                                                    Oh. Maybe. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        there was this thing. Chris represents a district in 
                        which most of the people are working class and poor. 
                        There is so much need there. He works very hard as was 
                        witnessed&nbsp;by the line of people there to speak 
                        for him. The supervisor who brought the motion to censure 
                        represents a district of money. The whole thing had 
                        a feel of the master of the house calling the servants 
                        to task for being too uppity. I really don't think that 
                        was her intention. I don't think she has a clue about 
                        her deeply held sense of entitlement. Chris made a public 
                        apology to her but she wanted more. She wanted a public 
                        apology to the lobbyist Chris told off. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">My 
                                                    affection for hours of public 
                                                    testimony reminded me of 
                                                    what I like about blogging. 
                                                    Oddly enough. I think blogging 
                                                    subverts the star/expert 
                                                    culture. More and more we 
                                                    hear political blogs and 
                                                    bloggers being quoted in 
                                                    the mainstream media. So 
                                                    there is a way in which 
                                                    blogging can be swallowed 
                                                    by the star/expert culture. 
                        But there will always be the bloggers&nbsp;who aren't 
                        stars, or experts, or pundit. I may have my star/expert/pundit 
                        wanna be urges but I subvert myself by trying to be 
                        honest and risking looking raggedy. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                        been a raggedy year. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">In 
                        public testimony there is (often) every race, sexual 
                        identity, sexual preference, ethnicity, size, language 
                        challenged (by which I do not mean that they speak a 
                        language other than English, although they do. I mean 
                        some of them are less than articulate) poetic, bombastic, 
                        rhetorical. whacked out point of view represented. It's 
                        the real reality TV. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        talked with a friend on the phone. She reminded me of 
                        something I said to her a few months ago. She said I 
                        told her to &quot;trust me&quot;. She was pushing me 
                        about what I was going to do and I got prickly and we 
                        were talking about how hard it can be to talk to me 
                        when I'm in a certain mood. I have a vague memory of 
                        the conversation. I think I've lost trust in my self. 
                        In my life. Something about her feeding my own language 
                        back to me clicked off a cascade of internal shifting 
                        the result of which remains to be seen. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Yesterday 
                        was thick. Thick with metaphor and thought and listening. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Today?</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Well. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">We'll 
                        see.</span></font></p>
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                                     25 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;7<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:54 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e726"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 Years ago, when I lived in 
                        Boulder, I would cook big Thanksgiving meals and invite 
                        everyone in town. I cooked for days. And, because it 
                        was the eighties and because most of the people I knew 
                        were musicians, there were always drugs. And booze. 
                        Lots. The whole time I was cooking I was horking up 
                        white powder so by the time diner was ready I had no 
                        appetite. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">One 
                        year, as soon as the food was on the table, I snuck 
                        off to my bed room with a glass of wine and a smoke. 
                        I just needed a minute. Karen went with me. We were 
                        just chatting away when a young woman, the roommate 
                        of a friend, not someone I knew very well at all, walked 
                        in, gave us a strange look and projectile vomited all 
                        over my bed. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Gross. 
                        I know. It turned out that she was on mushrooms for 
                        the first time and she had been drinking a lot of wine. 
                        But here's the cool part of the story. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Karen 
                        had all the soiled bedding off the bed and into garbage 
                        bags ready to take to the laundromat, flipped the mattress 
                        and remade the bed before I could finish my cigarette. 
                        And you have to know that Karen was a very small woman. 
                        Thin. Very thin and looked like a strong wind would 
                        knock her down. But she had strength. There are better 
                        stories I could tell to portray her strength and her 
                        character but every year I remember her flipping that 
                        mattress. So fast. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        have been as unlucky as it possible to be when it comes 
                        to romance but I have had more luck than can be measured 
                        when it comes to friends. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Marie 
                        has the <a href="http://blueridgeblog.blogs.com/blue_ridge_blog/2004/11/if_you_need_me.html">perfect 
                        Thanksgiving picture</a> up. But I also liked the <a href="http://blueridgeblog.blogs.com/blue_ridge_blog/2004/11/dont_shoot_me.html">one 
                        she had up the other day</a>. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        hope you eat too much. I hope you enjoy it all. I hope 
                        you have too much of everything. Too many hugs. Too 
                        many kisses. Too much of everything good. And if something 
                        goes wrong, I hope you have a friend who takes care 
                        of it. </span></font></p>
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                                     26 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:00 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e727"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 At about three o'clock I poured 
                        a glass of wine and threw some potatoes in a pot. I 
                        made some gravy and heated some already cooked turkey 
                        up in it. I had a mixed green salad and some cranberries. 
                        Good. It was all good. </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.ifctv.com/ifc/index">IFC</a> 
                        was doing an all day <a href="http://www.ifctv.com/ifc/what?CAT0=45&CAT1=301&TZ=ET&TB=4&CLR=blue&BCLR=00A8EC&AID=3107">Dinner 
                        For Five</a> marathon. Kind of a drag since I have the 
                        first disc of the first two seasons coming from Netflix. 
                        I half watched a bunch of them while I played with <a href="http://thesims2.ea.com/">my 
                        dolls.</a> The game has a bug. When a&nbsp;Sim gets 
                        too many memories it won't do things that are interactive, 
                        like eat a meal with other Sims, or hang out in the 
                        hot tub, or talk on the phone. It sucks the fun out 
                        of the game. They say there is a patch in the works. 
                        They've been saying that for a month. My Sims are all 
                        at the point where they have memories. So my game playing 
                        has mostly stopped. I played around with building&nbsp;houses.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Late 
                        in the evening I opened the back door to put out some 
                        recycling and the air smelled like rain and cold in 
                        the city. Pavement and wood smoke. I took a deep breath. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So. 
                        Ya know. It was a fine day. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://easybakecoven.net/2004/11/november-26-is-buy-nothing-day-good.html">Susan 
                        posted</a> about <a href="http://www.adbusters.org/metas/eco/bnd/index.html">Buy 
                        Nothing Day</a> before Thanksgiving. I won't be buying 
                        anything. But. Ya know. I'm kinda broke. <a href="http://www.revbilly.com/">Reverend 
                        Billy</a> is on the radio. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"><a href="http://www.ncf.carleton.ca/~ek867/wood_s_lot.html">Mark</a> 
                        linked up <a href="http://www.swarthmore.edu/NatSci/cpurrin1/textbookdisclaimers/">these 
                        stickers.</a> The other day I was thinking that I am 
                        in a certain amount of denial about the election and 
                        the new (cough) moral America. Mark also linked <a href="http://www.turnyourbackonbush.org/index.html">a 
                        campaign</a> that seems rather poetic to me. And yet, 
                        I feel the need to wake up and look at it all with eyes 
                        wide open. I still think it would be interesting if 
                        <a href="http://www.nov3.us/">Ohio</a> speaks up in 
                        a few days saying, &quot;Uh. well. We did the count. 
                        And. Uh. Kerry won.&quot; Things are plenty interesting 
                        in <a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/112704Y.shtml">other 
                        countries</a>. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">The 
                        <a href="http://www.kpfa.org/morningshow/index.php">morning 
                        show</a> has had two different people talking about 
                        how the brain works. I'm not sure why. But there was 
                        some rather good news. It used to be thought that you 
                        were born with all the brain cells you would ever have. 
                        Now they find that the brain builds new cells. New brain 
                        cells. That is very good news indeed. </span></font></p>
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                                     27 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:51 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e728"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 Judy Collins was on <a href="http://www.pbs.org/now/index.html">Now</a>&nbsp;last 
                                                    night. Listening to her 
                                                    tossed me into a sentimental 
                                                    revelry. I had <a href="http://www.judycollins.com/discography/maid.html">many</a> 
                                                    <a href="http://www.judycollins.com/discography/fifth_album.html">of</a> 
                                                    <a href="http://www.judycollins.com/discography/wildflowers.html">her</a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.judycollins.com/discography/who_knows.html">early</a> 
                                                    <a href="http://www.judycollins.com/discography/colors_of_the_day.html">albums</a> 
                                                    when I was seventeen. I 
                                                    learned a lot about folk 
                                                    music from her. And Joan 
                                                    Baez. Odetta. Bob Dylan. 
                                                    the first time I heard <a href="http://www.jmdl.com/lyrics/ChelseaMorning.cfm">Chelsea 
                                                    Morning</a> Judy Collins 
                                                    was singing it. Years later 
                                                    I heard the Clintons say 
                                                    they named their daughter 
                                                    after the Judy Collin's 
                                                    song Chelsea Morning and 
                                                    I cringed. I liked Judy 
                                                    Collins. I loved Joni. </span></font>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">A 
                                                    few years ago I bought a 
                                                    disc of the <a href="http://www.judycollins.com/discography/the_stories.html">last 
                                                    Judy Collins album</a> that 
                                                    had any big meaning in my 
                                                    life. I might some day like 
                                                    all those early albums again. 
                                                    I think it may have been 
                                                    from Judy that learned about 
                                                    Leonard Cohen. And now she 
                                                    has an <a href="http://www.judycollins.com/index.html">disc 
                                                    of his music.</a> (My favorite 
                                                    person singing his music 
                                                    might be <a href="http://www.towerrecords.com/product.aspx?pfid=1798019">Jennifer 
                                                    Warnes</a>) I am awash in 
                                                    names of musicians song 
                                                    lyrics this morning. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It 
                                                    was also from Judy that 
                                                    learned about <a href="http://www.britannica.com/women/articles/Brico_Antonia.html">Antonia 
                                                    Brico,</a> who I heard give 
                                                    a lecture at the University 
                                                    of Colorado. The take away 
                                                    message was &quot;I will 
                                                    not be deflected from my 
                                                    course.&quot; &nbsp;She 
                                                    made us all say it out loud 
                                                    with her again and again. 
                                                    She was quite wonderful. 
                                                    </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    was a bit void of course 
                                                    even then. I knew I wanted 
                                                    to sing but I didn't think 
                                                    I was good enough. And I 
                                                    wasn't. In some ways. I 
                                                    have a nice voice but nothing 
                                                    grand or unique. I have 
                                                    good stage presence. My 
                                                    musicianship is really nil. 
                                                    I just loved the feel of 
                                                    lyrics moving through my 
                                                    throat. I get the same feeling 
                                                    when I write something that 
                                                    I love. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Also 
                                                    on Now was <a href="http://www.royahakakian.com/">Roya 
                                                    Hakakian.</a> Also filled 
                                                    me with revelry and wonder 
                                                    about the successes and 
                                                    failures of <a href="http://www.pbs.org/now/politics/iran.html">social 
                                                    revolutions.</a> </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">So 
                        here I am on Saturday morning. Filled with revelry and 
                        wonder and lyrics. Typing slow. </span></font></p>
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                                     28 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;10<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:38 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e729"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a><a id="e704"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 I know there's supposed to 
                        be a <a href="http://home.howstuffworks.com/question519.htm">tryptophan</a> 
                        effect with turkey but I swear. Three days of turkey. 
                        Three days of naps. Crash and burn naps. Needing a nap 
                        always startles me. I don't like them. I have the weirdest 
                        dreams during naps. But in the past year I have napped 
                        more often. Age. Hormones. Lethargy. And now turkey. 
                        </span></font>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Heh.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        watched <a href="http://www.netflix.com/MovieDisplay?trkid=90529&movieid=60022003">Artemisia.</a> 
                        I didn't know that it was a <a href="http://www.efn.org/%7Eacd/Artemisia.html#Paint">controversial 
                        film.</a> I liked it well enough. Not overly much. I 
                        didn't think that she was portrayed as being so inspired 
                        by the guy. She seemed pretty self directed. But the 
                        turkey and the naps may have softened my brain. </span></font></p>
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                                     30 
                                                </font></a><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">2004 
                                                &nbsp;9<font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">:57 
                                                AM</font></font></span><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> </span></font><span class="rss:item"><a id="e720"><font face="Lucida Sans" size="1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</font></a></span></p>
                                                <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;"> 
                                                 Yesterday I woke up and just 
                                                    had nothing to say. Not 
                                                    a thing. During the day 
                                                    thoughts would begin to 
                                                    gather but nothing ever 
                                                    formed. This morning 
                                                    isn't feeling any more inspired. 
                                                    Except, one of my neighbors 
                                                    is cooking bacon. It smells 
                                                    so good. I'm thinking about 
                                                    knocking on doors and begging. 
                                                    I'm eating oatmeal with 
                                                    dried cranberries and an 
                                                    oat bran, blueberry, raspberry 
                                                    muffin. It's all very good. 
                                                    Some bacon would be good 
                                                    with it. Heh. </span></font>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Sometime 
                                                    I think the only way to 
                                                    break out of a time of writing 
                                                    struggle is to write about 
                                                    every little thing. Other 
                                                    times I think it's good 
                                                    to let the pressure build 
                                                    until something just has 
                                                    to come out. These days. 
                                                    Oh. I dunno. The smell of 
                                                    bacon. It seemed like I 
                                                    could write about that. 
                                                    And the dried cranberries. 
                                                    I bought them at <strike>Hell</strike> 
                                                    <a href="http://www.wholefoods.com/">Whole Foods</a>. They were, as 
                                                    so many thing there are, 
                                                    expensive. So much so that 
                        I didn't even 
                                                    want to open them for awhile. 
                                                    But they are lasting a long 
                                                    time. I put a handful in 
                                                    my oatmeal these days. I 
                                                    put some in some apple pear 
                                                    sauce. I don't feel so bad 
                                                    about spending the money 
                                                    now. </span></font></p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                                                    <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                                                    am thinking about why people 
                                                    in one country can hit the 
                                                    streets in <a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/113004B.shtml">pursuit 
                                                    of democracy</a> and in 
                                                    another country only a few 
                        people <a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/113004Y.shtml">beg for it.</a> I am thinking 
                                                    about the news of a ramp 
                                                    up of military recruitment in high 
                        schools (it&nbsp;was all over the news last night but 
                        I can't find a story to link)  
                                                    and the news of&nbsp;<a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/112804F.shtml">health 
                                                    crisis</a> and <a href="http://www.truthout.org/docs_04/112804F.shtml">loss</a>. 
                                                    I am thinking about things. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;">&nbsp;</p>
                        <p align="justify" style="line-height:100%; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;"><font face="Lucida Sans"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                        cold here. Very cold. All day I scan my life for reasons 
                        to write. The other night I was loving the smell of 
                        olive oil as it heats in a pan. The smell of rain on 
                        pavement on Thanksgiving night. The smell of bacon in 
                        an apartment building on a cold morning. It seems like 
                        I should be able to write about it all. </span></font></p>
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