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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2009-03-02:/jonathan//6</id>
    <updated>2008-12-13T04:59:48Z</updated>
    <subtitle>(a.k.a. &quot;jkinatl2&quot; in our Community Forums)</subtitle>
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    <title>Home for the Holidays</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1588</id>

    <published>2008-12-13T04:58:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-13T04:59:48Z</updated>

    <summary>I really do like this time of year. Actually, from October through January, it is a fun time to be alive. Halloween offers pumpkins, the coolness of the spooky, and the first taste of cold weather. Thanksgiving offers food, friendship,...</summary>
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        I really do like this time of year. Actually, from October through January, it is a fun time to be alive. Halloween offers pumpkins, the coolness of the spooky, and the first taste of cold weather. Thanksgiving offers food, friendship,...
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<entry>
    <title>Better</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1584</id>

    <published>2008-12-11T04:48:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-11T04:49:05Z</updated>

    <summary>Better For decades, the best part of having a Dad who was a member (and often President) of the local Civitan&apos;s Club in North Carolina was the Brunswick stew. The group, mainly consisting of older guys, made themselves useful by...</summary>
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        Better For decades, the best part of having a Dad who was a member (and often President) of the local Civitan&apos;s Club in North Carolina was the Brunswick stew. The group, mainly consisting of older guys, made themselves useful by...
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<entry>
    <title>Day four, only not</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1581</id>

    <published>2008-12-10T18:27:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-10T18:27:34Z</updated>

    <summary>I am done digitizing for the night. My gift to Mom, and if they want it, the rest of the family, is the entirety of the family album. Every photo we have taken as a family or individuals, from 1950...</summary>
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        I am done digitizing for the night. My gift to Mom, and if they want it, the rest of the family, is the entirety of the family album. Every photo we have taken as a family or individuals, from 1950...
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<entry>
    <title>day 3 p 2</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1574</id>

    <published>2008-12-08T04:45:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-08T04:51:24Z</updated>

    <summary>Adam is asleep in his chair, which is par for the course on our Sunday night standing date. I just cleaned out the ferret cage, installing the new supercool Superpets bed I won yesterday at the shelter holiday party. Richard...</summary>
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        Adam is asleep in his chair, which is par for the course on our Sunday night standing date. I just cleaned out the ferret cage, installing the new supercool Superpets bed I won yesterday at the shelter holiday party. Richard...
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<entry>
    <title>Day 3 p.1</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1571</id>

    <published>2008-12-07T14:57:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-07T15:44:27Z</updated>

    <summary>I know it&apos;s rather presumptuous of me to write Part One of a blog, when I haven&apos;t even taken time to write both parts yet. But I woke up this morning with two distinct ideas in my head, and would...</summary>
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        I know it&apos;s rather presumptuous of me to write Part One of a blog, when I haven&apos;t even taken time to write both parts yet. But I woke up this morning with two distinct ideas in my head, and would...
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    <title>Day 2</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1568</id>

    <published>2008-12-06T17:12:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T17:12:47Z</updated>

    <summary>A fever dream, from the arctic explorer, lost in the wilderness, in which he fancies himself on another life, in another time. A freelance writer and recovering actor in the American south. And whilst he enjoys the snark of this...</summary>
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        A fever dream, from the arctic explorer, lost in the wilderness, in which he fancies himself on another life, in another time. A freelance writer and recovering actor in the American south. And whilst he enjoys the snark of this...
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<entry>
    <title>jkinatl2 in exile Day 1</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1564</id>

    <published>2008-12-05T18:41:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-05T19:16:01Z</updated>

    <summary>It has been a stormy day. The winds have taken the stars. Our camp has decided to hoist tents for the duration. The dogs are restless, perhaps seeing something, someone, that we do not. I am trying to get drunk...</summary>
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        It has been a stormy day. The winds have taken the stars. Our camp has decided to hoist tents for the duration. The dogs are restless, perhaps seeing something, someone, that we do not. I am trying to get drunk...
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    <title>My high standards of literacy</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1563</id>

    <published>2008-12-05T18:01:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-05T18:25:10Z</updated>

    <summary>It has come to my attention that I have been mean to someone. Someone who was not at all kind to me, and has not been kind to other forum members for a while now. Apparently, by calling the person...</summary>
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        It has come to my attention that I have been mean to someone. Someone who was not at all kind to me, and has not been kind to other forum members for a while now. Apparently, by calling the person...
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    <title>cocoon envy</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1524</id>

    <published>2008-11-12T07:06:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-12T07:07:20Z</updated>

    <summary>Benjamin ferret doesn&apos;t care much, anymore. I wake him up from deep sleep, and all he wants to do is crawl on my chest and lick my nose and mouth. It seems to give him joy, so I let him....</summary>
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        Benjamin ferret doesn&apos;t care much, anymore. I wake him up from deep sleep, and all he wants to do is crawl on my chest and lick my nose and mouth. It seems to give him joy, so I let him....
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<entry>
    <title>Days of the Dead</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1493</id>

    <published>2008-10-31T00:57:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-31T01:21:37Z</updated>

    <summary>This weekend exists out of time and space for me. Whatever I am going through, Halloween is a great opportunity to step outside of myself and be someone else. In pagan ritual, this was meant to confuse the dead. Sometimes...</summary>
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        <name>Jonathan</name>
        
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        This weekend exists out of time and space for me. Whatever I am going through, Halloween is a great opportunity to step outside of myself and be someone else. In pagan ritual, this was meant to confuse the dead. Sometimes...
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    <title>Stay</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1412</id>

    <published>2008-09-26T07:01:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-26T07:02:14Z</updated>

    <summary>Stay Adam makes a joke about snapping Benjamin&apos;s neck, and I almost get angry. Of course, he ALWAYS makes the same joke about Benjamin, whenever I ask him to assist me in trimming their nails (I scruff and hold them,...</summary>
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        Stay Adam makes a joke about snapping Benjamin&apos;s neck, and I almost get angry. Of course, he ALWAYS makes the same joke about Benjamin, whenever I ask him to assist me in trimming their nails (I scruff and hold them,...
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    <title>Water Baby</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1322</id>

    <published>2008-08-13T10:52:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-13T10:59:08Z</updated>

    <summary>I am falling, or maybe flying. I have met the Under Toad, and he is me. I am three years old, maybe four. Possibly only two. Swinging my chubby feet in the warm chlorinated water. Mom sits in a lounge...</summary>
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        I am falling, or maybe flying. I have met the Under Toad, and he is me. I am three years old, maybe four. Possibly only two. Swinging my chubby feet in the warm chlorinated water. Mom sits in a lounge...
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    <title>Keep breathing</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1300</id>

    <published>2008-08-01T03:30:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-01T03:31:10Z</updated>

    <summary>Breathe in, breathe out. Easy enough, most of the time. Forgive my indulgence, I really wanted to give a heads up to where I have been since, well, forever. Woke up the other night unable to do those things. Ended...</summary>
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        Breathe in, breathe out. Easy enough, most of the time. Forgive my indulgence, I really wanted to give a heads up to where I have been since, well, forever. Woke up the other night unable to do those things. Ended...
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<entry>
    <title>Don&apos;t Leave me This Way</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1261</id>

    <published>2008-07-06T04:17:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-06T04:18:03Z</updated>

    <summary>It&apos;s proven to be an interesting process. Sometimes, like today, I am not altogether certain I enjoy it with the zeal it deserves. Woke up with Richard, snuggling in a King Sized Bed (do I cuddle with all my friends?...</summary>
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        <name>Jonathan</name>
        
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        It&apos;s proven to be an interesting process. Sometimes, like today, I am not altogether certain I enjoy it with the zeal it deserves. Woke up with Richard, snuggling in a King Sized Bed (do I cuddle with all my friends?...
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<entry>
    <title>Lucky</title>
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    <id>tag:blogs.poz.com,2008:/jonathan//6.1208</id>

    <published>2008-06-03T22:01:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-03T22:02:29Z</updated>

    <summary> I had an ex once who derisively noted that I do not refer to myself as an adult. Grown-up, guy, and a thousand other euphemisms, sure. Thing is, I don’t FEEL like an adult. I don’t feel like authority,...</summary>
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         I had an ex once who derisively noted that I do not refer to myself as an adult. Grown-up, guy, and a thousand other euphemisms, sure. Thing is, I don’t FEEL like an adult. I don’t feel like authority,...
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