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	<description>hitting the academic big time</description>
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		<title>I&#8217;m Here, Feeling Awkward</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As April and Bets have already chronicled, we indeed all got our new piercings. Because I&#8217;m a nerd and a weanie, I just got another hole in my ear&#8230;

&#8230;and consequently my tale of The Moment of Piercing itself is rather unremarkable. What no one else has commented on, however, is the general atmosphere of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elissa.weichbrodt.org/2008/08/19/im-here-feeling-awkward/</link>
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		<title>Bubbly and Lovely</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We were walking hand in hand through our neighborhood tonight.
The man in the white t-shirt and jeans stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, twiddling his cigarette between his fingers and eying us intently.
&#8220;You&#8217;re bubbly.&#8221;
He said, pointing to Noel.
&#8220;You&#8217;re lovely.&#8221;
He said, pointing to me.
And then, with the man clearly pleased with this couplet, we parted.
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		<link>http://www.elissa.weichbrodt.org/2008/08/03/bubblyandlovel/</link>
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		<title>Symbolism for the Body</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s been a long time coming, but this month Noel and I have finally been offered wine for communion at our own church. It is amazing &#8212; even unsettling &#8212; how quickly our bodies and minds rewire expectations. After two years of tipping back little cups of Welch&#8217;s finest every Sunday, I had grown to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elissa.weichbrodt.org/2008/08/03/communionwine/</link>
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		<title>Tall Girl</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dear Random Petite Passerby,
Thank you for informing me of my relative height. Before you press for specifics, I&#8217;ll pre-emptively announce that I am five foot nine and a bit. No, I&#8217;m not a model, nor am I Michelle Wie. Yep, you guessed it: my dad is tall. Isn&#8217;t it funny how genetics work?
Oh, I didn&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elissa.weichbrodt.org/2008/07/27/tall-girl/</link>
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		<title>Superbia</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I got my diploma from WashU in the mail a few days ago. I had sort of forgotten that I had actually finished a degree program and now possessed some useless letters that could but probably never will follow my name. It&#8217;s a fancier diploma than I expected, all engraving-on-silk-inset-in-leather-folio.

This is all well and good, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elissa.weichbrodt.org/2008/07/15/superbia/</link>
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		<title>Triangle Man</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today, whilst running, I spent about three tenths of a mile running towards a man shaped like an inverted triangle. He was middle aged, tanned orange, and wearing bright blue running shorts. The important fact, though, is that his biceps took up roughly the entire width of the sidewalk. Like this:

This made me acutely aware [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elissa.weichbrodt.org/2008/07/14/triangleman/</link>
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		<title>Intermarriage</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Back in our CovCol days, Noel and I lived on halls in the same dorm that had (helpfully, for our purposes) proclaimed themselves to be &#8220;brother and sister halls.&#8221; This was a nice idea. Under the guise of spirituality-glazed affection, it gave some members of each hall their most regular and sustained contact with folks [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elissa.weichbrodt.org/2008/07/04/intermarriage/</link>
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		<title>Resting, Resting</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Things I am not doing this summer include: taking a language class, writing a chapter, and spending inordinate amounts of time in the library.

Things I am doing this summer include: helping plan two weddings and execute four, watering my garden, remembering why I love contemporary art, traveling, assembling friends&#8217; Ikea dresser, getting a piercing, eating [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elissa.weichbrodt.org/2008/06/30/resting-resting/</link>
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		<title>Pow. Pau.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A few trees later, my thesis has bee submitted to my committee. I am defending this week Wednesday at 12:30.

Shortly, I will be nervous about my defense, anxious about talking to three really excellent professors about this half book that I just wrote. But right now, I am triumphant.
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		<link>http://www.elissa.weichbrodt.org/2008/04/13/pow-pau/</link>
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		<title>An Eva Hesse Kind of Week</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It is telling of my weakness that brief, punchy criticism directed towards my abilities in a none-too-important quadrant of my life can swiftly debilitate me. The specifics of the criticism were really immaterial; all I took away was a panicking sense of self-doubt, a questioning of my calling, and the impulse to cry any time [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.elissa.weichbrodt.org/2008/03/11/an-eva-hesse-kind-of-week/</link>
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