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<title>a glimpse from between cars</title>
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<description>today i walked up to the grocery store for milk, ham, toilet paper. it was very normal for march outside- cloudy, overcast, foggy, bleak, misting. right near the store entrance, across the street actually, a small group of people had gathered around someone sitting on the curb. it was an old man. i saw a woman with latex gloves and a red canvas kit attending to him. the other people were standing around in that uncomfortable way when you want to do something but don&apos;t know what you can do or maybe there&apos;s nothing to do, you don&apos;t even have...</description>
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<description>yesterday was my co-worker&apos;s birthday but we celebrated it today with marie callender pies. we had chocolate silk (barf) and lemon meringue (yum). i&apos;ve always liked lemon meringue-- when i was a kid my parents and i ate at plush pippin, a piehouse/denny&apos;s sort of chain-- and i remember the first time i saw lemon meringue in the display case. i was completely fascinated with the four feet of meringue, like a baker&apos;s hat, on top of all that translucent lemon curd. plush pippin closed years ago. for a while, you could still buy their pies in a few grocery...</description>
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<dc:date>2007-02-23T19:53:56-08:00</dc:date>
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<description>most of my family and many of my friends live on the east coast and have recently been pummeled with true winter weather: snow, ice, frozen pipes (my brother&apos;s pipes froze right at the well, right after he lost power). the winter out here this year has me scratching my head. what winter? it&apos;s been so mild. we had a douzy of a snow storm the day after MLK day and a couple of wicked cold spells where our heat was always running, but aside from that it&apos;s felt like an extension of fall. or a cold indian summer-- we...</description>
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<dc:date>2007-02-19T19:11:36-08:00</dc:date>
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<description>since i&apos;ve been feeling under the weather, i decided not to stay up and watch &quot;lost&quot; last night. abc.com is always advertising how you can watch episodes the next day for free, so i logged on yesterday and watched an old episode to make sure it worked ok. it worked well-- only a couple times where the picture blipped and stopped, only to start back up again after about 10 seconds. i thought, ok, i&apos;ll watch it thursday instead of taping it; the picture will be clearer, i won&apos;t have to rewind, etc. nope. not working tonight. this time it...</description>
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<dc:date>2007-02-08T19:47:53-08:00</dc:date>
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<description>yesterday was the worst. i had a fever of over 100. my spine felt spindly and my head full of chalk and cotton. every joint ached. i almost lost it when B came home. i&apos;m the biggest wimp/grump when i&apos;m ill and all it want is comfort and someone to rub my head. when i was a kid and stayed home sick from school, i would often lay in my mom&apos;s bed watching tv. my mom was both no-nonsense and sympathetic with a sick kid. i couldn&apos;t do too much loafing around and complaining but i know i could always...</description>
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<dc:date>2007-02-06T11:25:19-08:00</dc:date>
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<description>sick at home with a cold. i spent the entire weekend on the couch watching movies, bad tv, reading the paper, on the internet. and even though i&apos;m feeling rotten, it was actually nice to have a true quiet weekend. being sick was an open invitation to relax and not worry that i&apos;m not doing enough things. i struggle with this-- how to spend my down time. do i see my friends enough? do i have enough friends to see? do i shop too much and spend too much money on crap? do i get enough exercise? am i a...</description>
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<dc:date>2007-02-05T12:37:14-08:00</dc:date>
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<description>if you&apos;ve tried to post comments and cannot, please let me know by emailing me. hopefully if you know me you know my email address... i&apos;ve had some issues with people being unable to see their own comments. most of them go to my junk mail folder, unfortunately, because i have so many spam commenters. you should be able to comment by just leaving your name and email address. it may still go to my junk comments, but i&apos;m working on trying to make that not happen. :( you might try to sign up for a typekey account; that seems...</description>
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<dc:date>2007-02-03T21:46:14-08:00</dc:date>
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<description>B and i recently had some friends over for brunch. all of them are transplants to this city and all of them had something to say about this city&apos;s quirks. i said, you can&apos;t make fun of this city until you&apos;ve lived here for 10 years. they laughed and hooted and rebutted but i was serious. quirks are what makes this city-- any city, for that matter-- interesting. there is a local chain grocery/clothing/everything type store that has a sock sale the day after thanksgiving. all socks are 50 percent off. my guests laughed and scoffed at that. socks on...</description>
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<description>i&apos;ve begun watching basketball on tv. i never thought i&apos;d care enough to tune in. i&apos;ve been to a few nba games in person and those are pretty fun. but i always thought the magic and nuance of a live game is lost on television. my grandpa took me to my first game when i was seven or eight. i don&apos;t have much memory of it except that there were a lot of people. my dad took me to my second game about 6 years ago. his boss had seaon tickets and pretty good seats to boot, relatively close to...</description>
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<dc:date>2007-01-04T20:51:25-08:00</dc:date>
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<description>on the train home tonight i saw a girl with a bleachy pink mohawk and too much makeup and leopard print. she stood up two stops before mine to talk with a friend who&apos;d just boarded. he said: where you headed? she said: to voxboy&apos;s. you still going out with him? yeah, and he made me so mad on new year&apos;s eve! wait, how old is he? 37. 37! how old are you? 17. 17! that&apos;s like, a 20 year age difference! all stupid laughs aside, i wish i lived on a planet where i could take a girl like...</description>
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<dc:date>2007-01-03T19:08:34-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>all that noise, and all that sound</title>
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<description>some nights, all i crave is comfort food and two hours of television. tonight, i had the comfort food (miso soup) but nothing worth watching on television (dr. 90210). it saddens me to see young girls wanting boob jobs. what do they know about anything at 18? but i remember being 18 and thought i knew everything. i suppose i did know everything that i was supposed to know but now i see that i lacked a certain amount of perspective. but anyway. you know how some shows are so bad they&apos;re good? like certain &quot;true hollywood stories.&quot; dr. 90210...</description>
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<dc:date>2006-12-22T18:33:24-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>test 3</title>
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<description>check out my friend&apos;s site here....</description>
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<dc:creator>chvatal</dc:creator>
<dc:date>2006-12-20T18:17:47-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>test 2</title>
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<dc:date>2006-12-20T18:16:39-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>home, finally</title>
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<description>my eyes are about to burn out of my head. i&apos;m writing this at work, posting it in here at home. it&apos;s a very typical nearly-christmas sort of day: very slow, low on staff, hardly any phone calls. i&apos;m bored out of my gourd. here are some things that have happened since my last post: saturday night was a long-anticipated date night with B. i&apos;d called a teensy italian restaurant last tuesday for reservations. they told me they were having a private party but could accomodate us at 7:30. no problem. it had been a while since just me and...</description>
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<dc:date>2006-12-20T18:04:53-08:00</dc:date>
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<title>work: to blog or not to blog?</title>
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<description>what do you think? i always promised myself i wouldn&apos;t blog about my current job. it&apos;s quite the conservative establishment and in light of all the blogger lawsuits, i&apos;m a little gunshy of the whole thing. that being said, work in general is a giant part of my life simply by default: i spend nine hours of my day there. i haven&apos;t told anyone i work with that i have a blog, nor do they refer to me by my signature name (nikki c), but i&apos;m sure any techie doing a little sleuthing could figure the whole thing out. and...</description>
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<dc:date>2006-12-16T10:29:47-08:00</dc:date>
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