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		<title>sometimes it&#8217;s not about the cat</title>
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padilla &#8211; &#8220;true heroism shows itself spontaneously somewhere in the space between courage and absurdity.&#8221;
That&#8217;s such a good space. When you want to say something or do something that&#8217;s bubbling up from the strange and secret depths of who you are, but you&#8217;re not sure if it will be a social failure or a communicative [...]]]></description>
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		<title>coming to terms with my cat-loving self</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been blown away and inspired by a blog I found recently, Molly the Cat. I cannot get tired of reading this awesome guy&#8217;s long-standing (since 2002) blog about his cats. He also has written a wonderfully useful application to help you not stew your tea while working on the computer; it&#8217;s available for free [...]]]></description>
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		<title>freon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Are you sure the world doesn&#8217;t really actually go dark when you blink? Have you ever opened your eyes a micro-split second sooner than usual and seen the dark flip back to light? Remember competing with the fridge door as a kid?
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		<title>Hazel&#8217;s favorite weather</title>
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		<title>interestingly enough</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My sister is one of the coolest people in the world. Watch out for her.

Seriously &#8211; watch out.

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		<title>comfort</title>
		<description><![CDATA[That quick dipping-in moment, that return of feeling good about things, that can come with a shower and a mug of coffee and a song with that honey-catch in it (that warm bite that gives honey all its magic, I mean, and makes it so much more than sweet). It&#8217;s such a temporary little mild [...]]]></description>
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		<title>fold</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Drawing the ruffled leaf-edges of the rose-scented geranium whose limbs suddenly seemed so gracefully curved and stretched that I had to try and record them. The shapes are so delicate and complicated but general patterns show up as I go. Repeated proportions and curve-lines; each leaf is a fractal image. Paying so much attention to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>hold</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I&#8217;ll be crouching on the floor reading a cd&#8217;s liner notes, or in the shower enjoying the hot steam, or laying on the couch with my face over a book, and I&#8217;ll become unburied in what I&#8217;m experiencing; I&#8217;ll hear a low rumble or a soft click and feel that the world has changed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a trap door in the sand</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I like how language is a very basic kind of set theory. Whenever a word is said or heard, read or written, a circle is drawn in our consciousness. A word is a circle that knows what is inside it-and everything else in the universe is outside. The stuff inside is, in a way, the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Like snowflakes in museums</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The words we use aren&#8217;t really real. They&#8217;re a tool, they&#8217;re a construct. They&#8217;re like objects we hand back and forth to each other to put pictures in each other&#8217;s head. Words aren&#8217;t the bottom layer of language-the pictures and thoughts in your head are. Words themselves are a couple of floors up.
How hard is [...]]]></description>
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