cabaretic

I don't have to tell you fellow cyberspace users out there that the internet often brings out the worst in people. Or, as a good friend of mine often says, the internet magnifies douchitude. So the times when it brings out the absolute best in people remind me of the whole reason why we spend the time online to reach out to people we will...
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All the cool kids are doing it, so why can't I?
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Bill Clinton's Lemon Chess Pie

INGREDIENTS

* 1 (9 inch) pie shell
* 2 cups white sugar
* 1/2 cup butter, softened
* 5 eggs, beaten
* 1 cup milk
* 1 tablespoon all-purpose flour
* 1 tablespoon cornmeal
* 1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
* 1 tablespoons lemon zest

DIRECTIONS

1. Preheat...
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Reg,
let's
have
some
noise?

Elm / Sylvia Plath

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there.

Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.
Listen: these are...
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You'd never see this nowadays, would you?

This is about as naked as this journal's going to get today.

With apologies to the O.Henry

Two hundred and seventy-five job applications. That was all. And each of them exhaustively, strategically analyzed by a practiced gambler like the newest hand at a poker table. Jobs entered one and two at a time by bulldozing e-mail servers, exaggeration, and false humanity until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of counterfeit sincerity that such close dealing implied....
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I ended up getting into a Feminist debate with N over Google Chat for most of the morning. It ended up growing into a blog post over at my primary site, then was cross-posted on a whim to Daily Kos. It received 97 comments as a journal, but I deliberately didn't read any of them. Kossacks are famously much like overgrown children, prone to ranting...
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Tomorrow will be a day to rest sore muscles. I will not lift and will instead do only cardio. If I wasn't so addicted to my aerobic exercise, I might even consider the unpardonable sin of not even bothering to go to the gym at all. Part of the reason I am sore is that I decided to try out a different machine that simulates...
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Observations

1. The woman at the gym in the red striped workout suit. She sprints, flailing about for an hour on the treadmill, then does thirty minutes on the elliptical. Naturally, she is as thin as a rail. I can't say I envy her devotion, though I do wonder how she has the stamina for it. It makes me tired just looking at her go....
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I have decided not to revisit my High School Class of 1999 by way of the reunion. Here it is.

These days, every function or event has its own corresponding Facebook page. So it is with my 10th High School Reunion which will be held in early August. The intent of the page was for people to confirm their attendance, indicating whether or not they...
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