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	<title>Comments on: No fear</title>
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		<title>By: Lindsey</title>
		<link>http://hootenannie.com/2008/05/no-fear/comment-page-1/#comment-1490</link>
		<dc:creator>Lindsey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I read this article in the New York Times and I quote the first line &quot; I think that most people who maintain blogs are doing it for some of the same reasons I do: they like the idea that there&#039;s a place where a record of their existance is kept- a house with an always open door where people who are looking for you can check on you, compare notes with you and tell you what they think of you. Sometimes that house is messy, sometimes horrifyingly so. In real life, we wouldn&#039;t invite any passing stranger into these situations, but the remove of the internet makes it seem OK.... It&#039;s easy to compare the initial thrill of evoking an immediate resopnse to a blog post to the rush of getting high. the metaphore is so exact, in fact, that maybe it isn&#039;t a metaphor at all.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I&#039;m glad you have a blog annie...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I read this article in the New York Times and I quote the first line &#8221; I think that most people who maintain blogs are doing it for some of the same reasons I do: they like the idea that there&#8217;s a place where a record of their existance is kept- a house with an always open door where people who are looking for you can check on you, compare notes with you and tell you what they think of you. Sometimes that house is messy, sometimes horrifyingly so. In real life, we wouldn&#8217;t invite any passing stranger into these situations, but the remove of the internet makes it seem OK&#8230;. It&#8217;s easy to compare the initial thrill of evoking an immediate resopnse to a blog post to the rush of getting high. the metaphore is so exact, in fact, that maybe it isn&#8217;t a metaphor at all.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m glad you have a blog annie&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: rachel rianne</title>
		<link>http://hootenannie.com/2008/05/no-fear/comment-page-1/#comment-1486</link>
		<dc:creator>rachel rianne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 20:50:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>you&#039;re beautiful.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and &lt;b&gt;i didn&#039;t get to see you last weekend&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;ughhh.&lt;br/&gt;the one night i could&#039;ve seen you, i think i remember hearing that you were ... uhh bathing the boys?&lt;br/&gt;hahha.&lt;br/&gt;i understand.&lt;br/&gt;but someday, annie.&lt;br/&gt;someday.&lt;br/&gt;we WILL see one another.&lt;br/&gt;and it WILL be grand.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you&#8217;re beautiful.</p>
<p>and <b>i didn&#8217;t get to see you last weekend</b>.<br />ughhh.<br />the one night i could&#8217;ve seen you, i think i remember hearing that you were &#8230; uhh bathing the boys?<br />hahha.<br />i understand.<br />but someday, annie.<br />someday.<br />we WILL see one another.<br />and it WILL be grand.</p>
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		<title>By: wrecklessgirl</title>
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		<dc:creator>wrecklessgirl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>did i know you were a nanny as well?  hmmmm&lt;br/&gt;crazy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;point being.&lt;br/&gt;i am the screaming, flailing child.  i am the one who knows what needs to be done and isn&#039;t thrilled about it:  leaving everything i own in a small town in oregon, heading to san francisco, then off to an unknown city/country not on this continent.  in the words of someone else (they only seem my own because they are so dear to my heart):&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;it&#039;s hard to write an interesting life story when your fingers keep typing the same four letters.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;time and again i find my own will is to put myself in the doctor&#039;s chair, knowing it will be best. but screaming my scaredtodeathheart out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i feel like i&#039;m just rambling...but&lt;br/&gt;i needed to hear this!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>did i know you were a nanny as well?  hmmmm<br />crazy.</p>
<p>point being.<br />i am the screaming, flailing child.  i am the one who knows what needs to be done and isn&#8217;t thrilled about it:  leaving everything i own in a small town in oregon, heading to san francisco, then off to an unknown city/country not on this continent.  in the words of someone else (they only seem my own because they are so dear to my heart):</p>
<p>&#8220;it&#8217;s hard to write an interesting life story when your fingers keep typing the same four letters.&#8221;</p>
<p>time and again i find my own will is to put myself in the doctor&#8217;s chair, knowing it will be best. but screaming my scaredtodeathheart out.</p>
<p>i feel like i&#8217;m just rambling&#8230;but<br />i needed to hear this!</p>
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