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I just wrote the following to someone in an email about a variety of subjects, and thought it was worth noting here for a number of reasons, not the least of which is its pomposity or that its presentation is peculiarly just a hair outside my current self, for now.

In our youth, which is to say, not our childhood, but that moment between when we realize we have power and when we actually figure out what the hell to do with it, we spend most of our time in acts of clumsy seduction, unconsciously, our minds and our bodies and smiles and gestures -- all that which you would hope would be calculated and remarkably aren't.

It is not a fun time, wishing to be rewarded for who we are, for being clever or young. There are not worlds to conquer in this life, only worlds to build -- it's really just a matter of metaphor. When we realize we have tools, that are inherently personal things, not weapons and defenses, which are inherently public things, it all works out so much the better.

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http://www.nytimes.com/2003/07/18/technology/18MAIL.html

i think i'll see this

Karen Finley. Yes, her. On 9/11 and Liza Minelli.

http://www.nytimes.com/2003/07/18/arts/theater/18LOVE.html

She now applies this sensibility to everything from an evangelical account of the planes crashing into the towers to a sardonic consideration of the sadomasochistic quotient of living in an orange-alert zone. She also provides a cadenced rant about traveling through other American cities, where the coffee is lousy and the bars close too early, and a perversely poignant interpretation of the pop standard "Leavin' on a Jet Plane" as a hymn to all departures as anticipations of death.

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Oh the headline writers had fun with this.
But perhaps we wish they did not.

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=796&ncid=787&e=1&u=/eo/20030718/en_celeb_eo/12179