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            <title>Richard Hell</title>
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            <title>a purple diamond</title>
            <description><![CDATA[“The sun comes up like a purple diamond.”<br /><br />—Barry Hannah, <i>Boomerang</i>, 1989.<br /> ]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 08:13:49 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>everything is blue again</title>
            <description><![CDATA[“wings open, fire is born,<br />and everything is blue again like morning.”<br /><br />—Pablo Neruda, “It is born”.<br /> ]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 06:56:44 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>perpetual green</title>
            <description><![CDATA[“For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?”<br /><br />
—John Steinbeck, <i>Travels with Charley</i>, 1962.  ]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 10:06:21 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>an infinite traveler</title>
            <description><![CDATA[“I put on clean clothes and went out with him into the star-raddled night. And the Aurora Borealis was out. I’ve seen it only a few times in my life. It hung and moved with majesty in folds like an infinite traveler upstage in an infinite theater. In colors of rose and lavender and purple it moved and pulsed against the night, and the frost-sharpened stars shone through it.”<br /><br />
—John Steinbeck, <i>Travels with Charley</i>, 1962. ]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 09:58:43 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>reds and yellows you can’t believe</title>
            <description><![CDATA[“The climate changed quickly to cold and the the trees burst into color, the reds and yellows you can’t believe. It isn’t only color but a glowing, as though the leaves gobbled the light of the autumn sun and then released it slowly. There’s a quality of fire in these colors.”<br /><br />—John Steinbeck, <i>Travels with Charley</i>, 1962. ]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 09:53:40 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>45 RPM Record Adapters</title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 10:23:05 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>a color called bleu</title>
            <description><![CDATA[“I took one companion on my journey—an old French gentleman poodle known as Charley. . . . He is a very big poodle, of a color called <i>bleu</i>, and he is blue when he is clean.”<br /><br />—John Steinbeck, <i>Travels with Charley</i>, 1962.<br />]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 09:53:52 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>a star from heaven</title>
            <description><![CDATA[“Maya the queen . . .<br />Dreamed a strange dream; dreamed that a star from heaven—<br />Splendid, six-rayed, in colour rosy-pearl,<br />Whereof the token was an Elephant<br />Six-tusked, and white as milk of Kamadhuk—<br />Shot through the void; and, shining into her,<br />Entered her womb upon the right.”<br /><br />—Buddha’s conception, Sir Edwin Arnold, <i>The Light of Asia</i>, 1879; <i>Symbols of 
Transformation</i>, C.G. Jung, 1956. ]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 09:40:13 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>Babylon the Great</title>
            <description><![CDATA[“I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet colored beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet color, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication:<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And upon her forehead was a name written: Mystery, Babylon the Great, the Mother of Harlots and Abominations of the Earth.”<br /><br />—<i>The New Testament</i>, Revelations (17:1); <i>Symbols of Transformation</i>, C.G. Jung, 1956.<br /> ]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 08:46:36 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>A Presidential Reunion</title>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 22:41:16 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>the star-strewn seas</title>
            <description><![CDATA[“Look up:<br />There roll the star-strewn seas,<br />Night, stillness, deathly silent roar!<br />Behold, a sign:<br />Slowly, from endless space.<br />A glittering constellation floats towards me.”<br /><br />
—Friedrich Nietzsche, “Glory and Eternity”; <i>Symbols of Transformation</i>, 
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            <title>the living light</title>
            <description><![CDATA[“But the light I see is not local, but is everywhere, and brighter far than the cloud which supports the sun. I can in no way know the form of this light, just as I cannot see the sun’s disc entire. But in this light I see at times, though not often, another light which is called by me the living light, but when and in what manner I see this I do not know how to say. And when I see it all weariness and need is lifted from me, and all at once I feel like a simple girls and not like an old woman.”<br /><br />—Hildegarde of Bingen (1100–1178); <i>Symbols of Transformation</i>, C.G. Jung, 1956.<br /> ]]></description>
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            <title>YOU’RE SO VAIN</title>
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<br /><br />And <a href="http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=536">I thought</a> this <a href="http://www.carlysimon.com/vain/vain.html">song</a> was about <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You%27re_So_Vain">me</a>.]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 20:37:41 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>On Drunkenness</title>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 16:03:17 -0600</pubDate>
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