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      <title>The Class</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2004 04:32:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I just went to post that new entry and I noticed Gunna-poet asking what happened to the rest of the class. Well, partly, I think the same thing that happened to me, they just all got buried in schoolwork. But the rest--I thought I wrote this already? I meant to, I guess I forgot. But I got to make this quick.


OK, well, Rachel pulled out of school. Her dad lost his job and she had to move in with her Mom who wanted her to go to &quot;a real school&quot;. You can tell from some of what she wrote in her blog that something wasn't right. Her Dad was going nuts over little things, he was home a lot more... (more)</description>
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      <title>Why I ain't been around lately</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2004 03:39:50 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I'm stealing a few minutes here to tell the nice people who emailed me wondering where the hell I was and saying they hoped I wouldn't quit writing this blog that I'm not sure when I'll be able to any more. Probably not much, not the way it looks now. Ever since this semester started I been buried in schoolwork. It wasn't nothing like this last year, not nearly so much anyway, and it seems like suddenly I got no time for nothing but reading books and writing reports and then reading more books. I've been spending half my time in the library down to Augusta, and the other half in front of this... (more)</description>
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      <title>What did I come back for?</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2004 07:29:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I really didn't want to. I missed Sam and she missed me and when I talked to her on the phone from the A-frame in New Hampshire she let me know it, and anyway I figured it was time to be heading home. But I really didn't want to. Except for Sam, I've been asking myself what the hell I've got to go back to? A little cabin wouldn't be worth $30,000 on the market; an old truck; a family I don't even want to talk to. What's to stay there for? Now I'm back, I still feel that way, like there's no point to this.
Sam drug me over to Amos Pepperell's farm so I could see what the fuss was about. I've... (more)</description>
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      <title>What I Did On My Summer Vacation</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2004 05:55:25 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I used to have to write compositions called that in school and I never knew what to say. But I know what you're going to say, you're going to say what Sam said. &quot;Vacation? Vacation from what? You haven't worked in almost a year.&quot; Well, the answer is kind of hard to explain, and I know it don't make much sense, but a vacation from me, a vacation from Wilbur, and, I guess, too, a vacation from goddam civilization.
I went camping. At least, that's where I've been most of the time. I got some nice letters from people seemed to be worried about me, which I wasn't expecting, and a couple actually... (more)</description>
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      <title>I learn a lot about Sam I didn't know</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2004 07:58:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Amos wanted Professor Pete to help him figure out a way to beat the road but Pete, he didn't look too happy. &quot;I was a history teacher,&quot; he said, &quot;not political science. The one you need to talk to is Sam.&quot;
&quot;Sam who?&quot; I said.
&quot;Sam,&quot; he said, staring at me. &quot;You know. Sam. Your Sam.&quot;
&quot;My Sam?&quot;
&quot;Sam LaFrenese. Isn't she your girlfriend?&quot;
I must have looked as stupid as I felt. It wasn't that I didn't know who he was talking about, it was that I never thought of her as somebody a professor would think knew more than him. About anything. &quot;Why Sam?&quot; I said.
&quot;You don't know?&quot;
&quot;Know... (more)</description>
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      <title>Amos gets a notice</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2004 06:00:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Well, it sure has been interesting around here the last week or so. I guess I should start with last Thursday, or maybe it was Friday, you know, when you don't work for a living no more, you kind of lose track of time because all the days start to look the same. You know--you do the same thing Friday that you did Saturday that you did last Wednesday that you'll do tomorrow and pretty soon there's nothing left to tell them apart. I never thought that about not working, that it would do that. I used to hear old retired guys complain about it but it never made no sense to me before. It always... (more)</description>
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      <title>All about pig-sticking</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2004 09:43:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I munched around over to Pete's again today but even though the nights have cooled off, the days are just as hot, so we didn't do nothing today, either, just sat around on the deck and drank beer and talked. I asked him about that &quot;pig-sticking&quot; thing because it was on my mind and he said--let me see if I can get this straight--that it comes from Afghanistan by way of India. See, the Afghans were terrific riders and fierce fighters and they sort of put them both into this game where they'd chase a wild pig on horseback and the first one to stick him with his lance won the game. He said their... (more)</description>
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      <title>I forgot</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2004 10:14:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>As long as I'm still up--I slept so much once it finally cooled off that I still ain't tired yet--I meant to tell you that I changed the template, but you probably already saw that. This is the one Steve didn't like because he said it was too hard to read, but I like it, it's a good color. If you can't read it though, I'll put it back on the other one because there ain't much point in writing all this shit if nobody's going to read it. If I didn't learn nothing else, I know now why writers want to get published--it's a pure d waste of time otherwise.


I also put a bunch of new links on the... (more)</description>
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      <title>It's summer, alright</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2004 09:49:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Man, has it been hot! Even up here on the mountain where it's usually cool as a Sadie Hawkins kiss we been boiling. You have to understand, we don't get this kind of humidity up here but once every ten years or so and we ain't used to it. Everybody's walking around soaked and snappy, and all anybody can talk about is, &quot;When'll it break? When'll it break?&quot; Even the nights have been so heavy you couldn't hardly take a breath. No wind, not even a breeze, and just as hot under the trees as out in the sun, at least that's how it felt. No wonder Texans and Floridans are crazy--they have to put up... (more)</description>
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      <title>The class</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2004 09:09:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>OK, so Steve came over here and he showed me all this neat stuff about HTML and what a template is and how to put in pictures and links to other websites and colors and all kinds of stuff. We played with the computer all afternoon and most of tonight til he went home and I had a goddam blast! I mean, it was fun. We went all over the place and he showed me what other people's sites look like and we went to a lot of other blogs--Jesus, there's a bunch of them--and I actually had a good time doing all that. I put links to the sites of the rest of the class over there on the sidebar under the... (more)</description>
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