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	<title>Cynthia &#187; Vignettes</title>
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	<description>My life, my sculpture...and other things</description>
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		<title>Baby bumps and kittens</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 13:35:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There's one kitten nibbling my calf as I write this--apparently Savannahs are into lovebites, tiny, soft nibbles that aren't all THAT soft and certainly get your attention--and the other is threatening the bluejays at the back door.

Savannah cats are supposed to be as trainable as dogs, i.e., you can persuade them to obey YOUR taboos, such staying out of the glass display cases. Or refraining from climbing into a 4-foot urn to eat the pussywillows.

I've accordingly invested in a small bag of the smelliest dried shrimp in the world, and a book, "Train Your Cat in 10 Minutes."

It's day 3 of our training regimen. The 10-minute bit is a lie.

Trust me on this.]]></description>
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		<title>Sonlove</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 13:36:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Did the Ikea thing this weekend. Translation: I trudged through an endless, footsore maze of primary colors, particle board and bewildering, actually serious names. I bought weird but uselessly nifty stuff that will be worn out by 2013, and ate Swedish meatballs.

Swedish meatballs are the reason you go to Ikea, right? (Besides the fact that you can buy a cheap-but-nifty desk to completely re-engineer into a glass sculpture)

Ikea meatballs aren't as good as the ones I used to make when I was a kid, but at some point in an Ikea shopping marathon I will gratefully GRATEFULLY trudge into the Ikea cafeteria and plop a few on my plate. Then I'll sit in the window, munching meatballs and trying to figure out which incomprehensible Ikea components will form the piece of furniture I need.]]></description>
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		<title>Build me up, Buttercup</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Aug 2011 07:30:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There's a game I play on summery Saturdays, called "breakfast." It's where I race early to the farmer's markets, pick up the ingredients for the morning meal, then cook, consume and clean everything up by 10.

It's a challenge because most of the markets don't open until 8:30, so the only way it really works is if I forsake my beloved BIG farmers' markets for the little neighborhood enclave, closer to home.]]></description>
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		<title>Elevator dancer</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 18:24:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The elevator door slid shut and I broke into a jig. I hopped in samba time, waved my arms wildly, sang in time to the music of my feet.

We reached my floor, the door slid open, and I walked out, sober as ever, ghost of a grin...if you know where to look.

Yup. I'm an elevator dancer. Are you?]]></description>
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		<title>Body of life</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 12:40:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA["It's like my body tells the history of me," she explained, "Of me and my family, who we are and what we do. My whole life is on my skin."

I took in the tattoos cascading across her arms, thinking that if it took this much of her to chronicle her first 30 years or so, she didn't plan to live very long. But those tattoos were beautiful, and intriguing.]]></description>
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		<title>Sally 4th</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 06:16:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Strange days indeed.

I'm driving home on a warmish 4th of July night, heading down the hill on I5 from Vancouver. The highway's like rush hour with everyone going home from celebrations, and headlights and taillights fight it out with hundreds of rocketbursts in every direction.

And through it all a slivermoon* rises like scorched gold, far too big to be true.]]></description>
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		<title>Mary, in purple</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 13:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I never asked her name, and after I'd talked with her awhile I didn't really want to know it. In my mind she'd become Mary, and finding out that her name was really Beth or Linda or Agatha would have just screwed things up.

"That's a lovely coat," I'd said admiringly, as we both waited for coffee, "Do you mind if I take your picture?"

The farmers marketfolk swirled around us, doing their best to look glassland-wierd. A half-shaved girl in a clown costume gallumped past, and three girls in crayon-colored Hello Kitty! slickers danced around us in the rain, singing about bicycles.]]></description>
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		<title>The bigot</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2011 13:36:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I hate southerners,&#8221; the man said over a mouthful of soup, &#8220;I&#8217;m a northerner, and we take baths. Southerners are always dirty. They stink.&#8221; I froze; the whole unbathed southerner thing was news to me. Might be especially surprising to my North Carolinian mother, who never saw a thing she wouldn&#8217;t clean. Twice. He sat [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cluck cluck</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2011 13:04:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;You&#8217;re going to raise WHAT????&#8221; Tami sputtered, laughing so hard I thought about getting out the defibrillator. &#8220;Chickens,&#8221; I said, with a great deal of dignity, &#8220;What&#8217;s so funny about a few chickens in the backyard?&#8221; &#8220;Maybe the fact that I&#8217;m not even sure you know where your backyard IS?&#8221; she asked. This is all [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Superglue and the shattering of expectations</title>
		<link>http://www.morganica.com/bloggery/2011/latest/superglue-and-the-shattering-of-expectations/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2011 13:05:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Cynthia</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The old folk at the Ace Hardware think I sniff glue. LOTS of glue. They're amazed my brain hasn't exploded.

Yet.

Maybe I should explain.]]></description>
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