HOUSE BILL NO. 751 Offered January 14, 2004 Prefiled January 14, 2004 A BILL to amend the Code of Virginia by adding in Chapter 2 of Title 20 a section numbered 20-12.1, relating to the Affirmation of Marriage Act for...
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I got acupuncture for the first time today. I had considered getting it before, but my pain always seemed to subside just as I was on the verge of making an appointment, so I never went. However, I seriously tweaked...
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You're not really supposed to love Los Angeles. Or if you do, you're supposed to do it ironically: you can love L.A., but only in a Randy Newman kind of way. Part of the problem is that nobody really knows...
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beatnikside calls it "city love," and that’s a good name for it. It is not a term to be confused with a more general love of place. Country love, for example--and when I say "country," I’m speaking of wilderness, not...
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the final batch 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 for kelly for lexophile for mipplet for plural for ravengirl, part I for ravengirl, part II for savonarola for sean for sun_set_bravely for twinstar, part I for twinstar,...
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Yesterday, I proposed an experiment to some friends: if they left me their email address, I'd send them a photo that reminded me of them in some way, along with a brief explanation of why I sent that particular photo....
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theodicy through wretchmuffin: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 for theodicy for theotoky for unquietmind for vaxjo for verdandi for viedma for vulgarlad (photo courtesy of twinstar) for waning_estrogen for wickedflea for wisdom_seeker for wretchmuffin 1 |...
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nacowafer through syz: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 for nacowafer for omy for o_w_t_fairies for papoose for prema for rockstarbob for schpahky for setch for sinnie for slit for springheel_jack for sun_king for syz 1 |...
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deadflowers through mousetrout: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 for deadflowers for devilettenyc for doctorgogol for general_jinjur for girltalk for gopherbomb for grammardog for grapesoda for jaclyn for jmichiko for komos for low_delta for for for for...
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Three years and one day ago, Jeff and I went to a jewelry store to buy rings. My choice was not difficult, because I needed a simple gold band to go with my engagement ring, which is rather unusual and...
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It amazes me that so few people wash their hands after touching so many potentially nasty—or definitely nasty—objects. I'm not even particularly germ-phobic. I just think that after, say, getting sweaty and rolling around on an exercise mat—one that hundreds...
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There's nothing like a visit to the dermatologist to make you feel vain and hypochondriacal. "You're concerned about skin cancer?" "Yes." "Any particular spots?" "My back." He looks and apparently sees nothing that makes him even want to look twice....
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So, there are these old weight charts that were developed in the 1950s by insurance companies. There are all sorts of problems with these charts; they failed, for example, to take body type or activity levels into account. As a...
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I've always had problems with swim goggles; I just didn't seem to be able to find a pair that wouldn't leak. I tried goggles made specifically for women, goggles with special foam that's supposed to mold to your face shape,...
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I worked at a YMCA camp for many years. When parents signed their kid up for camp, they received an informational packet and some forms. The informational packet included some tips on how to make sure children came home with...
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Have you seen these commercials? I was going to paraphrase them loosely, but then I found actual transcripts. Guy #1: It's a ploy. Guy #2: What? Guy #1: This "Drug Money Funds Terror"; it's a ploy. Guy #2: A ploy....
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"The day it rained," someone said to me this weekend, "I got stuck in traffic for over three hours." It took me a second to realize how absurd it was that I knew exactly which day she was talking about,...
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Someone from the University of Washington called tonight; she was soliciting donations from alums. Fine. They do that sometimes. But before she asked me for money, she said that on behalf of the UW Alumni Association, she'd like to congratulate...
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"I need to search your bag," said the security man at LAX. And so he did. He opened it up, poked through my makeup bag, made sure I didn't have any nailclippers, inspected my shampoo bottle, looked at my medications....
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My hair is getting out of control. It's way too long for this cut, largely because it's short and layered, but I haven't been to see Grace in nearly eight weeks. The last time it got this way, a friend...
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I'm getting panicky about money. At the end of spring semester, I cut down dramatically on work to leave myself available for full-time dissertation writing. I never made a huge amount of money, and we were doing more or less...
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It used to seem like I was always starting over. I went to thirteen schools in nine years, and I switched houses and apartments at even shorter intervals. There was always a new bed, a new room full of faces,...
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I felt decidedly sub-par yesterday, and so spent much of the day snuggled up on the couch, hiding from the rigors of daily existence. I did put myself on a rigorous television-watching schedule. I believe it rather addled me. I...
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I make elaborate plans in my head for things that aren't at all likely to happen. Mostly, these things involve getting in my car and driving to places I've always wanted to see, as well as a few places I...
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When I was in high school—and when I was home on breaks from college—I worked part-time as a clerk in a family-owned video store called Best Video. Only a few of us worked there, and we all knew the customer...
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Oh, Owen Wilson, You have ensnared me in your web Of Owen Wilsonitude. You could do nothing But walk into a room, and I, I would start clapping Like a fucking idiot, Shouting, "Nicely done, Owen Wilson! Might I...
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One of the people who came to hear our panel presentation in Chicago had some interesting things to say to a couple of us after the regular question & answer session. "You hear people talking about writing and ritual," she...
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In high school, I had a teacher named Mr. Vandeboe. He taught English and humanities, and he was about the coolest teacher any of us could imagine having. When we learned about ancient western culture, he showed slides of his...
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Step One: Dial the wrong number at approximately 4:46 am. Listen to the answering machine message when the person who is trying to sleep in the house you called fails to get up to talk to you. Ignore the part...
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I learned about the Chardonnay Diet while attending a party. It was a catered affair at my friend's lovely beachfront home, and many of the attendees were involved in the entertainment industry in one role or another. Since I've spent...
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He used to leave flowers on my car. I would stumble outside in the morning, still waiting for my second cup of coffee to kick in, and find them on my windshield. I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that I didn't...
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Yesterday, I did a bunch of errands. One of those errands was getting my car washed, since beatnikside, bohunk, and channelinglucy are going to be in town this weekend, and there's an excellent chance that they will end up in...
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When I was in elementary school and still lived in Texas, there were two boys in my class named Scott and Mark. They were twins, and they were good-looking in a "we may be only 8, but we're cocky punks"...
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Lately, I've found myself increasingly occupied by thoughts of sanctuary: a physical space where I could go to feel right, to feel surrounded by beauty and calm, a place where it would be nearly impossible to feel anything other than...
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I love speedskating. Mind you, I've never actually been speedskating. I haven't skated much at all, in fact. There's that ankle injury, for one thing; it always makes skating a bit hazardous for me. I think I have some rollerblades...
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Lor and I slept in a bit on Tuesday. By the time we were ready to get on the road, we were itching to make good time, so breakfast at McDonald's it was. Since the truck wouldn't fit under the...
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Trip Highlights So Far On the way out from LAX: Like a fucking idiot, I wore steel-toed shoes to the airport. "Beep," said the X-Ray machine. "Take your shoes off and put them through the machine, miss," said the security...
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I went to see the oracle this weekend. I had heard that she lived in a cave up in the mountains, and since I had nothing to do but work or get further in touch with my ennui, I dug...
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Inspired by Kevin, I dug out some of my very first report cards. For the most part, they are unremarkable. The analyses of my academic progress are fairly predictable, except I didn't realize that I consistently did better in math...
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I don't remember learning how to swim. It seems like something I've always known how to do. I remember learning one stroke—the butterfly—some time in elementary school, but learning the other strokes was like learning how to read. Once I...
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