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	<title>Comments on: Nightmarish Alternate Versions of Myself</title>
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		<title>By: tanouye</title>
		<link>http://www.willhines.net/2006/01/03/nightmarish-alternate-versions-of-myself/comment-page-1/#comment-2365</link>
		<dc:creator>tanouye</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 06:03:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>At what I thought would be the end of my childhood, I spent a night riding in a car with four girls who had been childhood friends (I had not known them in their youth) as they said goodbye to each other and their hometown before they all went their separate ways to college. At one point they remembered that they had once figured out how to sing &quot;Dead&quot; with each syllable distributed to a different girl. And then they sang it again, one last time, as we drove towards the end of the night.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At what I thought would be the end of my childhood, I spent a night riding in a car with four girls who had been childhood friends (I had not known them in their youth) as they said goodbye to each other and their hometown before they all went their separate ways to college. At one point they remembered that they had once figured out how to sing &#8220;Dead&#8221; with each syllable distributed to a different girl. And then they sang it again, one last time, as we drove towards the end of the night.</p>
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		<title>By: Justin</title>
		<link>http://www.willhines.net/2006/01/03/nightmarish-alternate-versions-of-myself/comment-page-1/#comment-2364</link>
		<dc:creator>Justin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 16:57:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>update your blog, eliza.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>update your blog, eliza.</p>
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		<title>By: eliza</title>
		<link>http://www.willhines.net/2006/01/03/nightmarish-alternate-versions-of-myself/comment-page-1/#comment-2360</link>
		<dc:creator>eliza</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Small correction - 
The grumbly nerd sat down in the MIDDLE of the floor. The crowded floor. And yes, he had bottles of beer set up around him that people kept knocking down, much to his loud (SIIIIIIIIIIIGH!) chagrin.  Ridic!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Small correction &#8211;<br />
The grumbly nerd sat down in the MIDDLE of the floor. The crowded floor. And yes, he had bottles of beer set up around him that people kept knocking down, much to his loud (SIIIIIIIIIIIGH!) chagrin.  Ridic!</p>
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		<title>By: Kirk</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kirk</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 19:14:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>They Might Be Giants, my all-time favorite favorite band, makes me think of the snipper from the back cover to T.H. White&#039;s &quot;The Once and Future King&quot; (and I actually went to find this, thank you, Amazon.com):

&quot;... all things lost and wonderful and sad.&quot;

God damn.  That&#039;s how I feel about TMBG.  All things lost and wonderful and sad.  I&#039;m never going to be that age again, I&#039;m never going to drive my Saturn up and down the Florida coast with my TMBG CDs, never going to see them for the first time, never going to have so many possibilities open toward me as I did when I was that age and we&#039;re never gonna tour again.  No, we&#039;re never gonna tour again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>They Might Be Giants, my all-time favorite favorite band, makes me think of the snipper from the back cover to T.H. White&#8217;s &#8220;The Once and Future King&#8221; (and I actually went to find this, thank you, Amazon.com):</p>
<p>&#8220;&#8230; all things lost and wonderful and sad.&#8221;</p>
<p>God damn.  That&#8217;s how I feel about TMBG.  All things lost and wonderful and sad.  I&#8217;m never going to be that age again, I&#8217;m never going to drive my Saturn up and down the Florida coast with my TMBG CDs, never going to see them for the first time, never going to have so many possibilities open toward me as I did when I was that age and we&#8217;re never gonna tour again.  No, we&#8217;re never gonna tour again.</p>
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		<title>By: Zach</title>
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		<dc:creator>Zach</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2006 18:01:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>An old Astronomy teacher of mine used to like to play Astronomy-themed music as students were arriving to get them &quot;in the mood.&quot;  Usually it was something light like Gustav Holst&#039;s &quot;The Planets Suite,&quot; but once she rocked us out with TMBG&#039;s &quot;Why Does the Sun Shine?&quot;  I had newfound respect for Ms. Judy Young that day.  (I was a 16-year-old verbal, nerdy, honors student sort at the time.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>An old Astronomy teacher of mine used to like to play Astronomy-themed music as students were arriving to get them &#8220;in the mood.&#8221;  Usually it was something light like Gustav Holst&#8217;s &#8220;The Planets Suite,&#8221; but once she rocked us out with TMBG&#8217;s &#8220;Why Does the Sun Shine?&#8221;  I had newfound respect for Ms. Judy Young that day.  (I was a 16-year-old verbal, nerdy, honors student sort at the time.)</p>
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