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		<title>Tap Pants and Infinity</title>
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		<link>http://ithardlymatters.com/?p=67</link>
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		<title>Thank You, MTV, For My First Glimpse of a Glitter Wig</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dlisted&#8217;s inimitable mention of MTV&#8217;s inaugural moments made me dig through my Google Docs and pull out this excerpt from my memoir. Enjoy&#8230;and happy birthday MTV, you old irrelevant (except for Jersey Shore) hag.

I never meant to be a rock star. But I have to admit that I did always have a vague notion that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A 45-Word Review of Beck&#8217;s Midnite Vultures (1999)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Midnite Vultures is filled with songs about coming together as in skintight leather pants to flesh, as in mutual orgasm. It&#8217;s an album of ampersands: &#8220;Nicotine &#38; Gravy,&#8221; &#8220;Peaches &#38; Cream,&#8221; &#8220;Milk &#38; Honey.&#8221; That little pretzel of punctuation confirming the singer&#8217;s desire to entwine.
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		<title>On Being a Failed Poet, or Eating at Mel’s Drive-In after Allen Ginsberg’s Memorial Service</title>
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I went to Allen Ginsberg’s memorial service on a Saturday in April of 1997, just two weeks after he had died, just eight months after I had moved to San Francisco from Boston. Some string of printed words pulled me there. My recently-completed English Lit. degree, my ex-boyfriend’s Ginsberg thesis, his tumblers of whiskey, his [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://ithardlymatters.com/?p=48</link>
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		<title>Hirst Street, New Orleans, April 2009</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s after only ten minutes of being there that my fantasy starts. I&#8217;d have a little cottage in Uptown, one like Jane’s in LA but off the main road, one with a small plot of land nearly overgrown with casually-maintained wildness, maybe a neighbor’s live oak dipping its fingertips over a stone fence to touch [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Haricots Verts: A Note to Kate 6 Weeks After She Was Born</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Two days before you were born, at your grandparents’ house in Palmer, it was baton twirling upstairs and terrorism downstairs. Your grandparents, my parents, had the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on the big TV in the living room as they ate cereal, mixed half and half into their drip coffee, and made general comments to [...]]]></description>
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