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    <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 13:31:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Søren Rask Found Dead in Christiania</title>
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      <description>Søren Tryggvi Kjetland Rask (23) of Oslo, Norway was found dead Wenesday in the free state Christiania in Copenhagen, Denmark.  The cause of death is undisclosed, but authorities and personal . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 22:14:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-03-14T22:14:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Patrona Cyberiae; Or, Cyberchrist and the Cult of the Absurd</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976910712</link>
      <description>The question of the existence of a [primarily Judeo-Christian] higher power (I strongly object to the term higher power, but I would prefer to avoid pedantry, and will trust that you understand all its . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 22:06:18 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-02-14T22:06:18Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Enlightened Spiritual Discourse from the Bottom of the Abyss (Standing in Fear and Trembling)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976898032</link>
      <description>A Word from the Archdiocese

G-d is a turbine (which functions on the principles of fluid viscosity and the boundary layer effect) spinning relevance at such speeds as to cause light and energy to pulsate . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 01:46:51 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-30T01:46:51Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Intellectual Intercourse</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976897592</link>
      <description>I'm sorry if I lured you into this article with an expectation of something a bit saucier and more stimulating, but sometimes titling things inappropriately is one of the tricks of the trade when you're . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 18:17:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-29T18:17:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>An unnecessary, short article about something not worth pondering</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976895843</link>
      <description>I was just released from the emergency room after a brief stay for having collapsed from exhaustion at the train station.   A thorough medical examination ruled me perfectly healthy apart from . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 27 Jan 2007 16:12:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-27T16:12:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Minus diligo, posthabeo, non colo, nihil facio</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976894346</link>
      <description>In light of the conspicuously lacking inspiration in the life I live day to day with nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in my pockets, I have reached a sort of ineffable and specious conclusion.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 16:46:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976894346</guid>
      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-25T16:46:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My Charmed Future</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976892373</link>
      <description>&amp;quot;A horrid little thing made everything go all peculiar...&amp;quot;

O, untouched Miranda, when will I sweep you off your feet and carry you over the would-be threshold that is the border of Denmark and . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 04:44:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976892373</guid>
      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-23T04:44:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Six-Million Dollar Marlboro Man</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976890581</link>
      <description>I wrote this piece of general fiction in April of 2006, while living and studying in Vancouver, BC, where cigarette smoking is highly stigmatised, and a few casual observers had the audacity to let me . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jan 2007 00:47:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976890581</guid>
      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-21T00:47:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Tutorial</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976884367</link>
      <description>A fascinating blurb caught my eye as I leafed through a week-old newspaper over my fourth or fifth morning coffee.  Between a banal report about Pete Doherty's lapse into slovenly misconduct and . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 13 Jan 2007 19:36:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-13T19:36:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>On the Jutland Heath; Or, Woe Betide the Ambitious</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976883354</link>
      <description>As I sat and rotted for the Lord-knows-how-manyth hour in the antiseptic, squeaky silence of the Royal Library's Humanities Research Room, I faced a dawning realisation with the setting sun.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 17:58:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-12T17:58:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Paradise Lost</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976882643</link>
      <description>I originally published this article at epinions.com, on 04. september, 2006.  When I recycle my writing, I like to think I'm being resourceful, not merely lacking in creativity.  I will leave . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 21:04:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-11T21:04:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A deep and abiding distaste for demanding kitchenware</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976880301</link>
      <description>Before you level any accusations against me as a melodramatic sniveller and snail, I hope to disclaim that with my interminable moping and kvetching, I seek no sympathy or pity or even compassionate understanding . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 03:15:16 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:date>2007-01-09T03:15:16Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Sultan S&amp;#248ren's Sad Seraglio: Please leave your will to live at the door.</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976879129</link>
      <description>Friends, comrades, and denizens of disenchantment, it is with a heavy heart that I interrupt your Sunday evening repast with a grim missive.  A new Gather community, Fate's Concubines, has been . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 07 Jan 2007 18:47:28 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-07T18:47:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Non-accusatory Comment on Genius in 100 Words; Or, Caveat Eo Ipso</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976878387</link>
      <description>My synthesis of the psychical and corporeal has projected itself to me in a detatched and ephemeral state; I dreamt I was a genius.  In my waking life I am blissfully unfettered by the nooselike strings . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 17:23:37 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976878387</guid>
      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-06T17:23:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Callous Reenactments</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976877804</link>
      <description>In my rapacious appetite for documentaries of any sort, I have had to endure far more gruesome dramatisations of catastrophes than I care to think about.  Please don't get me wrong, I'm all . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 21:55:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-05T21:55:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dirty Money (lykken vender)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976874853</link>
      <description>I offered my two cents in a comment thread about monetary incentive for creative endeavours, which easily could be construed (and not even necessarily misconstrued) as a  Marxist/utopian insinuation.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2007 18:43:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976874853</guid>
      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-01-02T18:43:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Are you listening, Hogfather?</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976873133</link>
      <description>The deaths of two figures prominent in international affairs are remarkable when they occur in a short span of time.

Tell me I am not the only one who wants to see Gerald Ford and Saddam Hussein welded . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 30 Dec 2006 21:58:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-30T21:58:25Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Talk Pretty or Forever Hold Your Peace</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976871708</link>
      <description>After much hesitant consideration and self-doubt, I've decided that I can no longer hold back this seepage of splenetic discharge that has threatened to fulminate catastrophically if ignored or suppressed . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 22:33:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-28T22:33:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Bedtime Stories</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976870291</link>
      <description>It is half past three in the morning, and for the first time in longer than I can clearly remember, I've been graced by whimsical rather than burdensome thoughts.  I would like to capture these . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 02:42:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-27T02:42:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Soup Nutsy</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976869258</link>
      <description>Sympathetic readers, I sincerely hope you never achieve true empathy with my immortal bewailing about how much living with OCD really bloody sucks.  Life as such is a bane I would not levy upon Hitler, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2006 21:16:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-24T21:16:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Presumption of the Virgin</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976868775</link>
      <description>The following essay has been lifted from my archives.  It was published originally at Epinions.com on 28. May of this year.

I have long theorised that the moment we accede to a state of transcendent . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2006 22:16:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-23T22:16:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Feed a Starving Artist</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976866850</link>
      <description>I do not wish to make a habit of requesting favours of my fellow Gatherers, but once in a blue moon (have you ever seen a blue moon?) I would be eternally grateful for a small favour granted. 

In . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2006 22:16:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-20T22:16:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Gift* That Keeps On Giving</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976864698</link>
      <description>A wise man once said that if you take a man fishing, you feed him for a day.  But if you teach a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime.  I took this bon mot to my artherosclerotic heart yesterday . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 12:12:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-18T12:12:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Twelve Eves of Festivus</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976864190</link>
      <description>On the first eve of Festivus, my jilted courtesan gave to me

A distopian art exhibit in a vaulted hall

 

On the second eve of Festivus, my jilted courtesan gave to me

Two paintings on velvet
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2006 18:23:29 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-17T18:23:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I, Hrothgar</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976862818</link>
      <description>In the epic poem Beowulf, King Hrothgar of the Geats (or maybe it was the Angles?  Saxons?  Jutes?  Sveas?  I don't know) has forboding premonitions in his dreams about the threat . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 16:45:26 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-15T16:45:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>It</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976862235</link>
      <description>I don't know what to think about anything tonight. 

One of my best friends visited today from Canada.  She stopped in Copenhagen, bound for Singapore by way of the Trans-Siberian Railroad.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 21:19:20 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-14T21:19:20Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Brorvalla</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976859538</link>
      <description>As you deck your halls with boughs of holly and troll the ancient yuletide carol, let me buy a bit of your time, dear reader, and offer you my own improviso reflection on this holiday spirit, hanging so . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 22:11:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-11T22:11:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Cafe at the End of the Universe; Or, Death by Droste Effect</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976857452</link>
      <description>*Humble apologies to Douglas Adams.  You all know why.

The world we know and love, the world into which we are born, in which we spread our roots so tenuously and fleetingly, and from which we will . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 03:58:53 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-09T03:58:53Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Encroaching Normality</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976854937</link>
      <description>Give me your eyes, dear readers, I need sunshine.  Five days have elapsed since my visage was last graced by rays of natural light.  My complexion has faded from pallid to sallow, and I fear . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 03:41:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-12-06T03:41:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>All the world's a circus, and I despise clowns</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976848324</link>
      <description>In his poem The Hollow Men, TS Eliot wrote that the world would end &amp;quot;not with a bang, but a whimper&amp;quot;.  Over the course of the past two days I have born witness to a few of the silliest things . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 01:20:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>q p.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2006-11-28T01:20:09Z</dc:date>
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