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		<title>Hacked and Fixed</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Stuff it, hackers! You got nowhere with my blog.
I discovered a problem when a reader told me she had a Trojan warning from this blog. I Googled, tinkered and upgraded and firewalled, and it&#8217;s all good now. With a pre-spring floral theme. Ta daa!.
Here is the fix, in case you have similar on your blog.
Instead [...]]]></description>
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		<title>About Not Blogging</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I noticed that I wasn&#8217;t doing Holidailies about three or four days ago, and I kept thinking of things to write about. However, I never quite got the impetus or sufficient guilt to sit down and write. So much of what I want to say is mundane to the point of utter solipcism. So much [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://iamthiswoman.com/mainblog/2009/12/about-not-blogging/</link>
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		<title>Because Christmas Radishes Would Not Do</title>
		<description><![CDATA[During the year, I seldom make cookies. There is only one person in the house who really can afford to eat cookies, and then there&#8217;s always the mother&#8217;s dilemma about sugar and teeth.
But in an attempt to get in the spirit, after three years of getting in a funk or a panic about Christmas, I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://iamthiswoman.com/mainblog/2009/12/because-christmas-radishes-would-not-do/</link>
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		<title>Christmas Cards</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have several boxes of them, and have been meaning to get cards out for the past few years. I just sorta stopped right about the time I got divorced. I&#8217;m not sure what happened. The good part is that I also stopped buying Christmas cards. I do love a good card, though.
Tomorrow, if I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Steps Forward, N Steps Back</title>
		<description><![CDATA[N = variable integer
I have no idea how far back I have set myself, but it&#8217;s nearly midnight and I&#8217;m behind on updating the blog, cleaning three rooms, laundry and prep for tomorrow&#8217;s deadline.
Why, you wonder, O Gentle Reader? Because I decided it would be a great idea to look at my yarn stash tonight. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Lights</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Why do people put up lights?”
The lad, he asks a good question. I know his is based on the silly ads from Target this year, combined with a green sensibility that he’s gaining from the last ten years of science education and marketing about climate change.
But it’s an opportunity to point out to him that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>High Definition</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I cannot begin to explain how sparkly and shiny and mesmerizing an LCD TV is. After a lifetime of CRT, it is to gawk. Esp. when you are looking at aerial shots of remote Samoa or Mark Harmon&#8217;s handsome face. The trouble with a new TV however is the decided drain on creative time. To [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Unfamiliar Territory</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Driving through a part of Dallas that I have never seen, I found myself feeling really out of sorts and grumpy. The parking lot where I stopped to buy groceries was badly laid out, the sky was too cold, the clouds all wrong. The people were all circus freaks, the checker too slow, and no [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://iamthiswoman.com/mainblog/2009/12/unfamiliar-territory/</link>
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		<title>Broken</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was thinking today about my family &#8212; the ones who are gone. My father (who died from congestive heart failure), my mother (who died indirectly from liver and congestive heart failure) and my brother (who died from pancreatic and hepatic cancer). By the ends of their lives, they were all broken in some way. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://iamthiswoman.com/mainblog/2009/12/broken/</link>
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		<title>Not the End</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The first day of Holidailies, the first day of finals week for my students, one month before the big show that I am working (four 12-hour days in a row), and a little less than six weeks before a big family wedding. It is not the end of the year for me at all. It [...]]]></description>
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