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    <title>Green Dagger</title>
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    <lastBuildDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2005 19:25:01 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2005.</copyright>
    <category>Music</category>
    <category>Movies</category>
    <category>Ecology</category>
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      <title>Memento Mori</title>
      <link>http://sigilgalen.blogdrive.com/archive/17.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2005 02:33:10 GMT</pubDate>
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dogs from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message She is Dead.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not... (more)</description>
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      <title>Culpability &amp; Commiseration</title>
      <link>http://sigilgalen.blogdrive.com/archive/16.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2005 03:04:01 GMT</pubDate>
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               It’s been a full week, fellow sharers. I apprehended a criminal. Quit laughing, I’m serious. Okay, so all I really did was alert my manager to some suspicious activity, but that led directly to the arrest of an actual felon. Handcuffs and all. Sounds cool and kinda is, I suppose. I got commendations and pats on the back and the like. Probably get an extra star on my next evaluation too. The boss was especially pleased and even high-fived me in front of other people. I was quite full of myself and my impeccable instincts until I heard the whole story. I can’t go into... (more)</description>
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      <title>Why John Denver is My Hero (And No, I'm Not Kidding)</title>
      <link>http://sigilgalen.blogdrive.com/archive/15.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2005 06:51:57 GMT</pubDate>
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                  John Denver is my hero. Stop laughing, punk, I’m dog-down serious here. He has been my hero since I was a small child and his untimely death has not diminished his stature in my mind at all. I don’t say this because of his environmental work (which was inspiring), or his simplistic yet eloquently naive way of viewing the world, or even his idealistic enthusiasm that was large enough and contagious enough to virtually put Aspen -and Colorado - on the map as a destination of choice. Nope, these are all good reasons for admiration, but mine is a little more personal. He is my... (more)</description>
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      <title>Post-Modern Sisyphus (All Roll And No Rock)</title>
      <link>http://sigilgalen.blogdrive.com/archive/14.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 08:24:48 GMT</pubDate>
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               Well, fellow sharers, you can stop holding that breath, uncross your fingers, and thank God for those fully answered prayers because I’M BACK! Heehee. Okay, so maybe my absence didn’t cause that much wide-spread panic, but I have returned in any case. Why, you ask, was my disappearance so lengthy and mysterious? Simple. I’ve been working. Let me classify that...I’ve recently taken a part-time job to supplement my dangerously low income until the powers that be get their act together and reward me with the riches and easy-living I so deserve. Until then, though, I need moolah... (more)</description>
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      <title>Old Maid Oratory</title>
      <link>http://sigilgalen.blogdrive.com/archive/13.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2004 02:24:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
     Why is it that being single at thirty is considered sacrilege? When you meet people for the first time they tend to lump you into a category that says virtually nothing about who you really are, but colors the way they regard you completely. (I’m not talking about people trying to pick you up--in that case the category lump is good). It’s mostly married people of course, but really everyone does this. Why is what I’d like to know. What does it say about you to be single at such a ripe old age? Or more to the point, what do people think it says about you? 
     Here in the Bible Belt... (more)</description>
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      <title>Sometimes Ya Just Gotta</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2004 02:34:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
          Funny story today, fellow sharers, and it comes with a motto. It’s all about one of those college pals of mine I mentioned the other day, so if you recognize her, be nice and make fun of her often. To understand the motto, you’ll have to have a bit of back story, so bear with me here. See, it goes like this. 





          My friend was notorious during her younger years for having a bit of a dicy record when it came to things like accidents. It’s not that she was clumsy, really, just accident prone to an alarming degree. Happily, she has since shown marked improvement. By... (more)</description>
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      <title>Back On the Farm Again</title>
      <link>http://sigilgalen.blogdrive.com/archive/11.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2004 00:50:59 GMT</pubDate>
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     I’m back, fellow sharers! Safe, and for the most part, sound. In all my romantic reminiscing about the joys of greenery, I seemed to have forgotten a few things. Like bugs. Bugs and humidity. I seem to do nothing but wipe sweat with one hand while swinging wildly at the attacking fauna with the other. On the other hand, I couldn’t ask for more trees, grass, or water (it’s been raining non-stop since I arrived). Eh, I suppose it’s a trade-off wherever you go. 
     And now, to change the subject dramatically and without preamble, I’ve been thinking about first impressions. I tend to... (more)</description>
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      <title>On The Road Again</title>
      <link>http://sigilgalen.blogdrive.com/archive/10.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2004 01:13:44 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
     Well, my fellow sharers, it’s the end of an era for me. Okay, not an era really since it only spanned a little over a year, but at least a chapter. This will be my last post from (almost) south of the border. Yep, I’m heading back to the land of grass and trees and green things once more. As much as I miss those three things, though, part of me is terribly sad about leaving. Living here has been an adventure and I’ve learned so much about myself that surprised me. I wasn’t sure if I could live in the desert, to be honest. I’m a mountain person at heart, and I need trees and water to... (more)</description>
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      <title>The Four-Year War (Or Six, or Eight)</title>
      <link>http://sigilgalen.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2004 03:23:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
     College friends are like war buddies. You know how they say soldiers and policeman form intense bonds with their comrades-in-arms? It’s supposed to be a reaction to relying on other people for the safety of your life in extreme situations and such. Well, your closest friends in college become like that, albeit to a much lesser degree. I can’t speak for everyone, but my college years were all about upheaval and insanity. True, whirlybird insanity. Muy loco. Everyone around me was apparently going through the same thing at exactly the same time, and frankly, I think it’s a wonder any of... (more)</description>
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      <title>Nazgul On Acid</title>
      <link>http://sigilgalen.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2004 03:24:44 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
     So I went to see Return Of the King one last time before it leaves the theaters. (Yes, I’m one of those people, so you should know that up front.) I do realize the dvd comes out on Tuesday, but watching it on the big screen is an entirely different experience. Plus, I’d only seen it a few times and the last time doesn’t even count, since it was interrupted continuously by a fellow audience member, which is our topic for today. No, I’m not going to rant about rude, inconsiderate, loud asscrunches who tend to populate the movie-going public these days. Instead, we’re going to talk about... (more)</description>
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