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    <title>Jesse Cameron Alick</title>
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    <updated>2010-03-15T16:47:35Z</updated>
    <subtitle>Artistic Director, Subjective Theatre Company</subtitle>
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    <title>probably nothing</title>
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    <published>2009-01-28T22:13:57Z</published>
    <updated>2010-03-15T16:47:35Z</updated>

    <summary>I went out on this date yesterday. Actually it was a non-date, an unofficial date, a test date if you will - with this pretty amazing artist that I&apos;m fond of. As I sat across the table from him, my...</summary>
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        I went out on this date yesterday. Actually it was a non-date, an unofficial date, a test date if you will - with this pretty amazing artist that I&apos;m fond of. As I sat across the table from him, my...
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    <title>a real life west indian</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2009:/jc//31.1657</id>

    <published>2009-01-23T21:11:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-23T21:30:23Z</updated>

    <summary>It&apos;s the dawning of a new age in America. Suddenly I&apos;m all red white and blue. Suddenly I say god bless America with no trace of sarcasm in my voice. Suddenly the definitions we had for many things no longer...</summary>
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        It&apos;s the dawning of a new age in America. Suddenly I&apos;m all red white and blue. Suddenly I say god bless America with no trace of sarcasm in my voice. Suddenly the definitions we had for many things no longer...
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    <title>Sing: a new years wish</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2009:/jc//31.1635</id>

    <published>2009-01-15T06:57:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-15T08:20:00Z</updated>

    <summary>I feel like I&apos;m on a gigantic precipice, staring down. And for the life of me, I know I&apos;m gonna fall soon. And I&apos;m looking forward to that. God that sounded so morbid. I&apos;ve been rocking too much Joseph Campbell...</summary>
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        I feel like I&apos;m on a gigantic precipice, staring down. And for the life of me, I know I&apos;m gonna fall soon. And I&apos;m looking forward to that. God that sounded so morbid. I&apos;ve been rocking too much Joseph Campbell...
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    <title>the ring round everything</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jc//31.1567</id>

    <published>2008-12-06T05:35:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T06:07:39Z</updated>

    <summary>I&apos;ve got this fear in me that New York City is slowly wearing away my buddhist sensibilities. There was a time in my life when I thought it was humility. And it is - humility is a trait to be...</summary>
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        I&apos;ve got this fear in me that New York City is slowly wearing away my buddhist sensibilities. There was a time in my life when I thought it was humility. And it is - humility is a trait to be...
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    <title>water walking</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jc//31.1554</id>

    <published>2008-12-01T05:32:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-01T06:46:32Z</updated>

    <summary>When I go back home I walk on water but I&apos;ve somehow forgotten how to swim. My old friend Jenna and I joked while I was back, about how I habitually use metaphors within metaphors, and I think the previous...</summary>
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        When I go back home I walk on water but I&apos;ve somehow forgotten how to swim. My old friend Jenna and I joked while I was back, about how I habitually use metaphors within metaphors, and I think the previous...
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    <title>Return of the mack</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jc//31.1537</id>

    <published>2008-11-20T18:34:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-30T18:15:58Z</updated>

    <summary>Last night I found my mack again. It&apos;s been misplaced for quite a while, months if you go by the unkind teasing of my roommate, my next door neighbor or any other member of my harem of straight boys. Heartbreak...</summary>
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        Last night I found my mack again. It&apos;s been misplaced for quite a while, months if you go by the unkind teasing of my roommate, my next door neighbor or any other member of my harem of straight boys. Heartbreak...
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