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            eidolon ink - image of an ideal ] "i asked him a flurry of shocked questions. "did you put 
            a jimmy on? was it the girl's first time?" anything that could 
            possibly account for his lack of enthusiasm for it. yes he put a jimmy 
            on, no it wasn't her first time. of course, the fault lies with her 
            then. what kind of girl is she? she's supposed to make sure my little 
            brother's first time is fabulous. still, i'm disturbed by his lack 
            of enthusiasm for it. this defies everything i know about men. how 
            come i'm the one who got the sex drive in the family? even more disturbing 
            - which one of my parents do i take after? what do you do as a parent 
            when you end up with two kids - and the son is the one feeling lackadaisical 
            about sex?"
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            technicolor - you think it's like this, but it's really like this 
            ] (discussing taking a number from a guy)
 "i might have called, you know, as a potential friend, if the 
            very act of calling didn't imply a whole slew of things. social interaction 
            is all coded. i've disentangled myself from enough dates in platonic-sheep's 
            clothing to know when somebody is hiding a romanticish thing in ambiguous 
            language. i can barely hear it, but i can: a bomb ticking softly in 
            a suitcase made of sentences."
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            single spaced - a woman with a mission and a past to outdo ] "today i went to build a bear workshop for the first time and 
            made myself a lion. i stuffed her with eleven brave hearts cause eleven 
            is my lucky number and i wanted to make sure she'd survive through 
            all the mending every time she got her heart broken. i wanted to make 
            sure she still had enough hearts to love the folks who deserved it, 
            even while a few of her hearts could be recuperating. i dressed her 
            up in a blue cheerleader outfit cause blue's my favorite color and 
            i needed a tangible cheerleader i could take around everywhere i went. 
            and i gave her some shell toes to keep it old school."
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            transcended - politics & life all mixed together ] the very first blog i religiously followed and admired, i've been 
            following joyce's thoughts since she was an undergrad at ucla. it 
            was then that she first started serving up a double dose of exactly 
            what she advertises -- politics, life and love all mixed together. 
            it's always interesting for me to get the perspective of someone with 
            such strong political convictions and personal investment in our country, 
            even if i often disagree with what side of the line she stands on. 
            but having watched her from afar for so long, it lends rational perspective 
            to where she's coming from in all issues and situations.
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            high entropy- am i wrong to hunger? ] (on living in san jose, too far away from san francisco)
 "its rough to be so close, and so far at the same time
 
            i go see her weekly and theres a tingle in my spine from the 
            bottom up to the back of my neck that gives me goose bumps and forces 
            my hands to shake when i drive up the freeway and see the noble lights 
            of the financial district buildings next to the lights of the bay 
            bridge.... i will prove my love to her, and we will be together one 
            day."
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            i have writer's blog- the procrastination station] "way back when, let's say, oh, 1989, you had very simple criteria 
            in your life. you hung out with friends who entertained you. you found 
            ways to amuse yourself that honed in on your talents. you made tape 
            mixes and swapped them with other kids, having already screened said 
            friends for their musical taste. it wasn't considered weird to filter 
            people out of your life based on their (allegedly) shitty taste in 
            music. importantly, it wasn't uncalled for to screen people out for 
            *lacking* their own taste in music. you did what you wanted to. oh, 
            and what your parents wanted, because they paid the bills."
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            boy girl party ] illustrator, rollerskater, ice cream eater, musician, letter-writer, 
            animator, fontographer, koala, loner, lemonade pusher. the brains 
            behind boygirlparty is susie g and she makes terms like "renaissance 
            woman" and "army of one" seem useless and constricting. 
            susie has style oozing out of every pore and it shows in her music, 
            her art, her likes, her dislikes, her kit and her caboodle. i really 
            can't say anything more. i've used up all the synonyms i know for 
            "everything." just trust me, susie is everything.
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            hipstomp ] "one strange benefit of a citywide blackout is that for once, i can see stars in the sky. normally the light pollution renders them invisible, but now they peek down at me cheekily. almost like they’re bragging, the little bastards. 'look at me. i'm a gaseous ball of energy many solar systems away, completely independent of con edison.'  looking down the street i see occasional pinpoints of orange light: people here and there having cigarettes on their fire escapes. an anti-smoking sniper could have a field day out here."
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            black eye sunrise ] (on moving out of san diego)
 "there are variations of what can be said; if it were meant to 
            be. what will happen, will happen. if these are your friends, then 
            ever will remain. but fate is not so chaotic. distance like time is 
            a damning thing; sours the wine and stales the bread. there are ways 
            to align the stars for happy coincidences and mine have been aligned 
            to begin anew, borrowing on decisions from those who love me most. 
            i wonder if i should be strong enough to make it through, to never 
            blame if there be failings; if i will keep the old and see the new. 
            will the folks ive moved for be content with what gains are 
            gained?"
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            little yellow different ] year after year, little yellow different has been voted "most 
            humorous weblog." or was that "best glbt weblog." both 
            actually. ernie from the bay is not only a technogeek but also homosexual 
            and chinese. and if that doesn't sound like a recipe for hilarity, 
            then his penchant for sharing humorous and gay tidbits about his everyday 
            life should reel you in. plus he's been on "who wants to be a 
            millionaire" so that makes him my personal hero.
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            bluish orange - just one near perfect thing ] (teaching a fifteen-year-old hispanic busboy american swear 
                    words)
 daniel: what is "fuckin' a"?
 me: well, it can mean a lot of things. sometimes you 
            say it when you're surprised, or when something really bad or good 
            happens. like if you got into harvard and you came up to me and said, 
            "hey alison, i got into harvard!" i'd say, "fuckin' a! that's awesome!" 
            you can kind of say it with anything.
 daniel: alison is fuckin' a!
 me: no, no, it's not an adjective!
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            princess melissa - c'mon in man! ] "how can i not comment on the fact that selfish ass carrie bradshaw 
            just sent aidan over to naked ass broken neck mirandas house 
            to help her out? how can i remain silent when carries walking 
            around in a brown hat, white and blue longways striped tshirt, black 
            pinstriped culottes (yes, culottes bitch) and a matching jacket. oh, 
            and she had on brown leather braided suspenders while she walked a 
            shitting dog. um, its just torture to sit silently through that. 
            hbo signature is the bomb."
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            couch banshee - not just another krispy kreme donut ] "people will go to great lengths in order to hold on to relationships. 
            they'll change, they'll promise to change, they'll walk on tiptoes, 
            they'll walk on water, they'll quit smoking, they'll start smoking, 
            they'll wear different clothes, they'll cut their hair, they'll grow 
            their hair out, they'll put blush on their nipples, they'll lie, they'll 
            pretend, they'll fake smile, they'll compromise, they'll sacrifice.... 
            if people put the same amount of blood, sweat and tears into changing 
            the world rather than changing themselves to fit relationships, would 
            the world be a better place? or would the world be the same, only 
            inhabited by people in need of love and affection?"
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