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	<title>diabola in musica</title>
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	<description>because perfection isn't easy</description>
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		<title>I Have a Bedpost Anyway</title>
		<description>If I ever got one of these trophy rings, there will be so little silver left, it will look like a wedding ring.

Never going to get one, but I still want it anyway for the novelty.

(via Boinkology) </description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/08/14/i-have-a-bedpost-anyway/</link>
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		<title>Just Like Riding a Bike</title>
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	Me:  There's an art to cunnilingus just as there is an art to fellatio. Reed players are especially good at it.
	Byrnes:  What? They don't even use their tongues that much. It's all about the brass.
	Me:  When's the last time you played?
	Byrnes:  Baby, that's one skill that ...</description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/08/09/just-like-riding-a-bike/</link>
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		<title>Individual Results May Vary</title>
		<description>
Byrnes: I think we took out the Internet with our sex.
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		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/08/04/individual-results-may-vary/</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s All in the Stride</title>
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	Demetrus: Listen, man.  I was in Cambridge, and I saw this girl in a white dress coming out of the Harvard T Station.  The way she walked into Harvard Square, she looked like she owned the fucking place.
	Byrnes: That's my Amber!
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		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/08/03/its-all-in-the-stride/</link>
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		<title>This is What Made Me Fall in Love With McKillip&#8217;s Writing</title>
		<description>"You knew me the moment you saw me. You said I see with the wood's eyes. That's why you turned to Laurel. You were afraid of me."

"Rois&#8212;" He was trembling; I could hear the leaves rustle around him.  "Yes. You seemed to live in the borderlands of the world ...</description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/31/this-is-what-made-me-fall-in-love-with-mckillips-writing/</link>
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		<title>Happy (Belated) Birthday to Me</title>
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A lion for a lion. </description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/30/happy-belated-birthday-to-me/</link>
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		<title>Analogy, You Fail</title>
		<description>The Bush presidency is like being married to a sociopath. A McCain presidency would be more like being married to a drug addict -- however badly he behaves, he could always sober up.

-- Jonathan Chait, "A McCain Presidency Wouldn't Be So Bad"

Except continuously making the excuse that your drug addict ...</description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/21/analogy-you-fail/</link>
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		<title>We&#8217;d Be Surprised on How Much More We Agree Than Disagree</title>
		<description>I'm not sure if this is a new lesson, but [campaigning for the American presidency] reinforced my belief that we're not as divided as our politics would indicate.  You meet with the average person—I don't care whether they're Republican, Democrat, conservative, liberal—they don't think in labels.  They're not ...</description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/19/wed-be-surprised-on-how-much-more-we-agree-than-disagree/</link>
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		<title>New Yorker, Take Notes</title>
		<description>

Left: Bad magazine cover.  Right: Good magazine cover. </description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/18/new-yorker-take-notes/</link>
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		<title>Proper English is How I Roll</title>
		<description>

(via the rut) </description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/17/proper-english-is-how-i-roll/</link>
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		<title>Time For Some Campaignin&#8217;</title>
		<description>


Nine years later, JibJab still has it.

(via all that glitters) </description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/17/time-for-some-campaignin/</link>
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		<title>They&#8217;re Shiny, Too</title>
		<description>

New shoes.  I adore them. </description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/16/theyre-shiny-too/</link>
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		<title>Ode to a Heroine</title>
		<description>Julia Alison, you have done something amazing: You have made it onto my radar.  I am absurdly myopic when it comes to Internet celebrities—unless they become targets of criticism on the Huffington Post. All those updates about your crazy lives just fly right over my silly head.

But then haven't ...</description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/16/ode-to-a-heroine/</link>
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		<title>Congress Overrides Bush Veto of Bill That Would Prevent Cuts in Reimbursement</title>
		<description>Yesterday, the House and the Senate voted to override Bush's veto of a bill that would cut Medicare reimbursements to physicians.  Cuts in reimbursements are correlated to the decrease of physicians who see patients on Medicare, leaving the elderly less access to health care.  The funds to support ...</description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/16/congress-overrides-bush-veto-of-bill-that-would-prevent-cuts-in-reimbursement/</link>
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		<title>The Girl Effect</title>
		<description>

What happens when you give a girl a chance?  She can change her community and her life.

Learn how to contribute at GirlEffect.org.

(via Laurie, Servant of Chaos) </description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/15/the-girl-effect/</link>
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		<title>We Don&#8217;t Need Metaphysics to Be Wondrous</title>
		<description>Our very dualistic nature [where we believe that our minds are separate from our bodies] has also been a stumbling block on the road to unlocking the mechanisms of consciousness.  There are those who feel that the essence of consciousness cannot have a physical explanation, that it is so ...</description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/14/257/</link>
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		<title>Food Rampage on the Horizon</title>
		<description>My brain finally got tired of four hours of sleep every night.  The last thing I remember was my father calling me to dinner.  (Never made it downstairs.)  Fourteen hours later, I wake up feeling greatly refreshed but also terribly hungry. </description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/12/food-rampage-on-the-horizon/</link>
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		<title>But I Never Thought of Love as Risk Either</title>
		<description>When it comes to falling in love there are, I think, two kinds of people. The first one who has a well-laid plan by which they seek a partner that possesses certain preferred qualities and characteristics. Upon finding such a person, they pursue a cautious and measured courtship, waiting for ...</description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/10/but-i-never-thought-of-love-as-risk-either/</link>
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		<title>Look!  Up in the Ceiling!</title>
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This was hanging above our heads at The Pour House.  I don't know either. </description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/10/look-up-in-the-ceiling/</link>
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		<title>Of Milkshakes</title>
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Me at The Pour House.  I had a sudden desire for a milkshake.  I spent most of my time enjoying it by licking the whipped cream off my fingers. </description>
		<link>http://www.diabola.org/2008/07/10/of-milkshakes/</link>
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