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		<title>Bake Your Way Out of a Hellhole: How to Meditate in the Kitchen</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 13:50:25 +0000</pubDate>
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Ed Note: As I was writing this piece, my daughter knocked on the door. She walked in, sniffed the air and said “something smells amazing-banana bread?” (it was two loaves of banana pumpkin.) Then she said “I bake all the time now! I don’t know why!”  I showed her this piece, and said “this [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Don&#8217;t Write About Laurie Morris-Taylor, My Mother From Las Cruces New Mexico, Very Often.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Summer</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[But today is probably a good day to start, since she fired the first of what will probably be a volley that won&#8217;t stop for quite some time. You see, what I&#8217;ve learned over the years and not just from her is that she&#8217;s quite like a bulldog when she fights, and a lot like [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Learning to Meditate In 4 second Intervals</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 15:24:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Summer</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fuck zazen. Nothing makes me want to think my way out of a situation more than sitting. I know, <a title="Hardcore Zen. It's really worth doing, I'm kidding about the fuck you part. But not about sitting down with Brad. He's hot." href="http://hardcorezen.blogspot.com/">Brad Warner</a>, I know. That's when I need it the most. Why don't we sit down over dinner sometime and hash this all out.  In the meantime, here's when my mind is blank:

re-sighting the gun after I check the first shot and see that it's in the orange center

loading an AR mag
weeding the garden
building a fire
stapling targets to cardboard
coloring. Inside the lines, though. outside the lines is maddening.]]></description>
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		<title>This is a placeholder for a disturbing post about nightmares</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 16:33:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Summer</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA["I love phil jackson"]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[For now I&#8217;ll just leave you with this:
I awoke this morning with these images in my head: me, climbing out of a pool where I&#8217;d just ruined Spurgeon&#8217;s triathlon swimming win (and he had won, by a large margin) because I&#8217;d disqualified him by being in the pool with him while timing his laps, and [...]]]></description>
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