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	<title>Comments on: I see how it is</title>
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		<title>By: jemale</title>
		<link>http://www.jennmanleylee.com/journal/2003/11/27/i-see-how-it-is/comment-page-1#comment-313</link>
		<dc:creator>jemale</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2003 07:49:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank goodness, yes.

T&#039;ain&#039;t no wonder to me that certain celebrations get adopted and recycled and others simply fall away.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank goodness, yes.</p>
<p>T&#8217;ain&#8217;t no wonder to me that certain celebrations get adopted and recycled and others simply fall away.</p>
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		<title>By: Dylan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dylan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2003 05:36:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>as it is and should be, really.  We do the shoddiest job of covering up our pagan festivals.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>as it is and should be, really.  We do the shoddiest job of covering up our pagan festivals.</p>
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		<title>By: jemale</title>
		<link>http://www.jennmanleylee.com/journal/2003/11/27/i-see-how-it-is/comment-page-1#comment-311</link>
		<dc:creator>jemale</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2003 20:29:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My father and I actually talked for a bit on how we could mark and remember people&#039;s deaths and fuerals by the events surrounding said deaths--birthdays, holidays and weddings.

Thanksgiving is a big one for death, also rememberance and meaningful gathering of clan. Guess that&#039;s why I never associate it with Pilgrims and Indians and more think of it as the feast marking Fall into Winter.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My father and I actually talked for a bit on how we could mark and remember people&#8217;s deaths and fuerals by the events surrounding said deaths&#8211;birthdays, holidays and weddings.</p>
<p>Thanksgiving is a big one for death, also rememberance and meaningful gathering of clan. Guess that&#8217;s why I never associate it with Pilgrims and Indians and more think of it as the feast marking Fall into Winter.</p>
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		<title>By: Dylan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dylan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2003 18:34:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just spent my Thanksgiving with a crowd of strangers, all of whom welcomed me with immense cheer and hospitality.  I was doused with cranberry sauce and red wine and four thousand platinum-haired children and dogs and candles and conversations about cultural isolationism in public schools on Indian reservations and blue teapots.

The friend of the family who brought me warned that we&#039;d be staying all evening, because the family patriarch was a great friend of hers and is likely less than a year away from dying of pancreatic cancer.

He&#039;s a beautiful, slender man in his mid-sixties who moseyed about in big beige corduroys and spoke in calm, honeyed tones about how much he despises the Bush administration.

It was the most poignant kind of chaos...
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just spent my Thanksgiving with a crowd of strangers, all of whom welcomed me with immense cheer and hospitality.  I was doused with cranberry sauce and red wine and four thousand platinum-haired children and dogs and candles and conversations about cultural isolationism in public schools on Indian reservations and blue teapots.</p>
<p>The friend of the family who brought me warned that we&#8217;d be staying all evening, because the family patriarch was a great friend of hers and is likely less than a year away from dying of pancreatic cancer.</p>
<p>He&#8217;s a beautiful, slender man in his mid-sixties who moseyed about in big beige corduroys and spoke in calm, honeyed tones about how much he despises the Bush administration.</p>
<p>It was the most poignant kind of chaos&#8230;</p>
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