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    <title>Leeida blog @ Vorg</title>
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      <title>Five Hundred Self Portraits</title>
      <link>https://vorg.ca/1093-Five-Hundred-Self-Portraits</link>
      <description><![CDATA[ I have a face, but a face is not what I am. Behind it lies a mind, which you do not see but looks out on you. This face, which you see but I do not, is a medium I own to express something of what I am. Or so it seems until I turn to the mirror. Then, my face may seem to own me; to confront me as a condition to which I am bound. <br><br>-	Julian Bell, Five Hundred Self Portraits]]></description>
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      <dc:creator>Leeida</dc:creator>
      <dc:subject>Weblog</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2004-10-19T01:11:34+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>A Lovers Discourse</title>
      <link>https://vorg.ca/1079-A-Lovers-Discourse</link>
      <description><![CDATA[ "Another day, in the rain, we're waiting for the boat in the lake; from happiness, this time, the same burst of annihilation sweeps through me. This is how it happens sometimes, misery or joy engulfs me, without any particular tumult ensuing: nor any pathos: I am dissolved, not dismembered; I fall, I flow, I melt...I swoon in order to escape that density, that clogging which makes me into a responsible subject."<br><br><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roland_Barthes">*Roland Barthes</a>]]></description>
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      <dc:creator>Leeida</dc:creator>
      <dc:subject>books</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2004-10-12T14:28:44+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Cool website/webpage for silly techs</title>
      <link>https://vorg.ca/1074-Cool-website/webpage-for-silly-techs</link>
      <description><![CDATA[ Check out<br><br><a href="http://www.lares.dti.ne.jp/~yugo/storage/monocrafts_ver3/03/index.html">http://www.lares.dti.ne.jp/~yugo/storage/monocrafts_ver3/03/index.html</a>]]></description>
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      <dc:creator>Leeida</dc:creator>
      <dc:subject>Weblog</dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2004-10-07T03:33:49+00:00</dc:date>
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