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         <title>moving is such a pain in the ass</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>im serious</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 19:28:26 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>eagle shirt</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.themultitude.net/blog/tshirt_eagle.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.themultitude.net/blog/tshirt_eagle.html','popup','width=2250,height=2250,scrollbars=yes,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false">New tshirt</a></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 16:24:49 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>ariel hates life</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>Fr rlz. Srsly. She dances like she spoke Spanish. But not. </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 01:59:09 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>I love portland!</title>
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<p><br />
Sensually!</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 13:10:23 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Smelled like what, you say?</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>She prolly smelled like this: <br /><img src="http://www.craigwatkinson.com/mediac/400_0/media/BudLight-General$2520Wallpaper.jpg" /></p>]]></description>
         <link>http://www.themultitude.net/blog/2007/12/smelled_like_what_you_say.html</link>
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         <pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 16:16:14 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Its been a long time.</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>so, whats new?  <a href="http://www.subtle6.com">Subtle</a> is new (to me).  So is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/en/deep_puddle_dynamics">Deep Puddle Dynamics</a>.  Theyre rad bands.  You should also be listening to maritime.<br />
Things w/ heather are weird.  not bad, just obscure. I may or may not elaborate on this next year.<br />
Things internally are stormy.  Portland is cold and wet (per norm.)<br />
I am at work and will hopefully find the time to redo the site template and start updating again.  and change that damned flash intro.</p>]]></description>
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         <category>General</category>
         <pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2007 18:41:59 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>A new Dream</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>Who needs drugs when you can just stand up fast??<br />
-- a to the b</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 21:05:06 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Options</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>we were walking, holding hands<br />
with our barefeet in the sand<br />
and the seagulls overhead<br />
when i broke the spell and said:</p>

<p>i could never divorce you<br />
without a good reason<br />
and though i may never have to<br />
it's good to have options</p>

<p>but for now i need you</p>

<p>but it was always in my head<br />
because no one ever says<br />
what they really mean to say<br />
when there's so much a stake</p>

<p>so i told her i loved her<br />
and she told me she loved me<br />
and i mostly believed her<br />
and she mostly believe me</p>

<p>::</p>

<p>this is how we multiply<br />
pity that it's not my life<br />
the friction and skin<br />
the trembling sighs<br />
this is how the bodies move<br />
with everything that we could lose<br />
pushing us deeper still<br />
the sheets and the sweat<br />
the seed and the spill<br />
the bitter pill yet undiscovered</p>

<p>gideon is in the drawer<br />
clothes scattered on the floor<br />
she's arching her back<br />
she screams for more</p>

<p>"oh my sweet rapture<br />
i hear jesus calling me home"</p>

<p>finally a chance to breathe<br />
reaching for the fallen sheets<br />
collapsing in<br />
a glowing heap<br />
we've gone too far<br />
we've done too much<br />
we have to quit it<br />
just one more kiss<br />
just one more touch<br />
please ten more minutes<br />
this feels so good<br />
just barely moving<br />
the tension building<br />
our bodies working<br />
to reach the goal</p>

<p>oh my sweet rapture<br />
i hear jesus and the angels<br />
singing "hallelujiah"<br />
calling me to enter the promised land</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2006 21:34:36 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Countdown to Portland</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>Today + Tomorrow <= 2.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 10:44:01 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Sweet New York, I pine for Thee.</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>This is it.  The last of days.  Well, in Brooklyn at least.  Come this evening, I will ride away in  a speeding mercury red Mercury Cougar, racing to the east, and to freedom (from the cougar).  We will be on our way to <a href="http://www.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&q=from:+475+4th+Ave,+Brooklyn,+NY+11215+to:+60+Northfield+Ln,+Southold,+NY+11971&ie=UTF8&z=9&ll=40.874065,-73.190918&spn=0.986474,1.851196&om=1">Southold, Long Island</a>.  A hefty drive across the largest island off the coast of the continental united states.  Upon entering the glory of Southold, Heather and I will join the illustrious pair of islanders, Nolan and Ashleigh (who I only recently realized was an eigh and not a y).  Ashleigh will purchase the cougar for a modest sum of cash, and we will spend the evening and following day enjoying <abbr title="Read: White Russians">beverages</abbr> on the beach.  After much deliberation, Heather decided that <a href="http://www.themultitude.net/blog/theBrutalDethroningOfKingLeopoldByHHTheNolan.html" onclick="window.open('http://www.themultitude.net/blog/theBrutalDethroningOfKingLeopoldByHHTheNolan.html','popup','width=200,height=418,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false">King Leopold</a> would not be allowed to excurse with us to the beach.  My proposition was simple: King Leopold should accompany us to Southold, and be SET FREE, as all creatures desire, to fish (and fend) for himself.  Heather, the great detractor, asserted that in his *mild* mental retardation, that he would be incabale of learning such essential skills.  NOTE:  I am not the heartless and uninterested party in the debate, I was full of hope for KL, assured that he was not handicapped but handi-capable of collecting fish and antiques, thus making a life for himself on the short end of the Long Island.  After a bit of intervention from Beka, Heather's glorious elder sister, Leopold has been liberated from her dictatorial grasp.</p>]]></description>
         <link>http://www.themultitude.net/blog/2006/08/sweet_new_york_i_pine_for_thee.html</link>
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         <pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 10:13:07 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Count Down to Portland</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>4</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 22:14:49 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>NOLAN!!!</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p><img alt="nolanstamp.jpg" src="http://www.themultitude.net/blog/nolanstamp.jpg" width="300" height="541" /><br />
<br />Nolan's picture with a gaussian blur (4.5 radius, diffusion b/t 25 and 28) and a stamp filter (2 clarity, 24 light/dark) .<br />Theres a really awesome story behind that Star Wars shirt too.  Nolan and I was parking the car - after recovering it from the pirates who repaired the lower control arm - in Brooklyn, and in between finding a spot and deciding it was too small, we were outside on the sidewalk talking about the parking spot Heather was pointing out.  We had concluded **correctly** from a distance of about 6 lanes of traffic that her suggestion was too small to accomidate our beast of a yacht (ahem! car).  During our deliberation, a young man of approximately the same height as nolan arrived in our vicinity and complimented nolan on the fashions of his tee shirt (a royal green with lighter green text: "Trust Me, I'm Irish").  After he was within earshot, I ascertained that although the same height as nolan, this young man was about twice his weight.  This kid was fuckin' HUGE!  He was wearing a SWEATY, SMELLY, dare i say STANK, Star Wars origional print tee-shirt.  This shirt is crazy old.   Well, responding in kind, nolan complimented this smelly brooklynite on his attire aswell.  They decided through some "bald guy communication" i couldn't comprehend that they should trade.  (i have no clue why this was a favorable trade for either party, but, whatever.)  Nevertheless, Nolan and brooky are standing in the middle of the sidewalk of 4th Avenue in Park Slope (a MAJOR roadway) SHIRTLESS, and holding on to each other's shirt consumed fist.  At this juncture, HALF NAKED OUTSIDE IN BROOKLYN, Brooky pops THE question about the subject in question.  "Are you a Jedi or Sith??" he wondered in Nolan's Direction.  Well, anyway, as you can see, nolan got the shirt, and after being mended and washed (twice, for the smell) took a picture of himself in it.  I photoshopped this picture.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 21:56:30 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Jesus, I look terrible the morning after!</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p><img alt="hungovermikerelief.jpg" src="http://www.themultitude.net/blog/hungovermikerelief.jpg" width="342" height="230" /> <br /><br />
I found this after perusing the old files imported to my computer from heathers brand spankin' Four Month Old camera!  She must have taken this while i was asleep (theres a cup of coffee in my hand, out of the photoshop fun though.  )<br />
</p>]]></description>
         <link>http://www.themultitude.net/blog/2006/08/jesus_i_look_terrible_the_morn.html</link>
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         <pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 21:50:53 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>oh if i could be wasting away anywhere</title>
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</p>]]></description>
         <link>http://www.themultitude.net/blog/2006/07/oh_if_i_could_be_wasting_away.html</link>
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         <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2006 23:59:11 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>The reason the game is rigged...</title>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>If you've got the time, you dont have the money...</p>]]></description>
         <link>http://www.themultitude.net/blog/2006/06/the_reason_the_game_is_rigged.html</link>
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         <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 16:20:46 -0500</pubDate>
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