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	<title>The Eponym</title>
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	<description>Personal site of N. Taylor, professional flaneur.</description>
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		<title>En Vacances</title>
		<description><![CDATA[All posting will be at Woolgatherer for the next ten months. You&#8217;ll see why.
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		<link>http://www.eponym.ca/index.php/archives/2007/08/01/en-vacances/</link>
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		<title>The Demon Brew</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Recently, I made an awful decision. With the inexorable creep of winter boredom going unalleviated even now in mid-April, I decided in an flighty haste to quit caffeine. Like most urbanites, my morning begins with a ringing alarm, an unceremonious tumble onto the floor, and a desperate crawl to the coffee machine. This sequence has [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.eponym.ca/index.php/archives/2007/04/16/the-demon-brew/</link>
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		<title>Return of the Meme</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Glorious memes, growing in strength and in number! For what was once five is now ten! Besides, I do whatever Vila tells me to, a month later or not. So without further ado&#8230; yet another Five Things About Me:

I taught myself to read at age three, according to my parents. My mom claims to have [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.eponym.ca/index.php/archives/2007/04/03/return-of-the-meme/</link>
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		<title>Boxes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I shoved everything into boxes as best I could. My dad made the &#8220;fake strangle&#8221; hand gesture to my landlord, aimed at me, and then we lifted some more things downstairs. It was a hurried day, pure labour, impossible to remember fondly or even at all. We moved boxes from one place to another, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.eponym.ca/index.php/archives/2007/01/17/boxes/</link>
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		<title>Not Fewer Than Three Walls, And A Roof</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am awfully tired of apartment hunting. Every day begins the same. Scour the usual sites&#8212;Craigslist, Louer, Voir, Toutmontreal, Hour&#8212;dig up items that fall within the desired price range, click, note contact information or send an email. After work, phone, talk for a minute or two and set up a visit. Take the Metro over [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.eponym.ca/index.php/archives/2006/10/17/not-fewer-than-three-walls-and-a-roof/</link>
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		<title>Never Been Scammed, Never Gave a Damn</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Lately, I&#8217;ve been reading travelogues online&#8212;blogs, diaries, FAQs from bearded guidebook authors, travel advisory warnings&#8212;both for amusement and for working up the courage to try something like that myself. My mother pointed me to this one, Tripping on Words, a trip journal of two Stanford grads, Lara and Claire, who decided to &#8220;quit life&#8221; and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.eponym.ca/index.php/archives/2006/09/08/never-been-scammed-never-gave-a-damn/</link>
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		<title>Saloon of the Despairado</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I want to belong to a private club and spend my days lolling around in a big old chair. A man of the world belongs to things. He subscribes to magazines and sits on advisory boards and attends pot-luck functions, and he certainly pops in at the club a couple times a week for a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.eponym.ca/index.php/archives/2006/07/26/saloon-of-the-despairado/</link>
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		<title>Things Privately Done #54</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This is a topic I&#8217;ve hinted at before but never expressed its true magnitude. I listen to really bad hip-hop music. The worst, awful, abominable. A trip through my &#8220;Hip Hop&#8221; playlist is an odyssey of poor taste. It starts at your standard gangsta rap canon, your NWAs and Wu-Tangs[1], drifts then like a plume [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.eponym.ca/index.php/archives/2006/07/05/things-privately-done-54/</link>
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		<title>Boredom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Boredom lives inside spare time. The phrase &#8220;spare time&#8221; itself suggests time set aside for boredom. They are bedfellows. In theory, time with no set purpose is precisely the best time not to be bored, since one has absolute freedom over how to spend it. But, it never works that way. Boredom will fill every [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.eponym.ca/index.php/archives/2006/06/25/boredom/</link>
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		<title>Goodnight, Friend</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I am feeling restless and jittery I do the following breathing exercise. Push all the air out of your lungs, every last bit. Inhale deeply for four seconds, diaphragmally, in such a way that your stomach (not your chest) rises with the breath. Hold it for seven seconds. Count while you do this: one, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.eponym.ca/index.php/archives/2006/06/20/goodnight-friend/</link>
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