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	<title>Comments on: is it lack or is it abundance?</title>
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		<title>By: Chris Geyer</title>
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		<description>I used to sit in the Suzallo/Allen library at UW and get lost in silent conversation with all the writers and their printed legacies. And then when I&#039;d go back home to my house, it seemed so strangely quiet and empty, as if the conversation running in my head had been real and audible and someone had suddenly turned off a switch. That moment was the kind of aloneness I think you are describing in this lovely narrative.
And sure, I can believe someone wanted you to serve as an officer. Why wouldn&#039;t they? You work hard, you&#039;re smart, you&#039;ve got the guts to leave a career track and go to graduate school - valuable stuff to offer, lady! Say yes! Dive in! Live the dream!
oh, wait, that dream thing was another ad, wasn&#039;t it..... :)
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to sit in the Suzallo/Allen library at UW and get lost in silent conversation with all the writers and their printed legacies. And then when I&#8217;d go back home to my house, it seemed so strangely quiet and empty, as if the conversation running in my head had been real and audible and someone had suddenly turned off a switch. That moment was the kind of aloneness I think you are describing in this lovely narrative.<br />
And sure, I can believe someone wanted you to serve as an officer. Why wouldn&#8217;t they? You work hard, you&#8217;re smart, you&#8217;ve got the guts to leave a career track and go to graduate school &#8211; valuable stuff to offer, lady! Say yes! Dive in! Live the dream!<br />
oh, wait, that dream thing was another ad, wasn&#8217;t it&#8230;.. <img src='http://marciahansen.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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