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Sunday, February 2, 2014

An unedited to-do list



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Groundhogs day, Groundhogs day

On August 2nd I watch the first half of Groundhogs Day. Twice.
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An open letter to the makers of Diet Squirt

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Defining slob feminism

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The devolving "Real World," San Francisco to San Francisco

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Why America hates Julia Roberts: What I've learned from thrift store VHS collections

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Was KISS the original ICP? And other explorations in musicians who wear face paint.

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I come from the land of Patagoina puffy jackets. I live in a place dominated by tourism, craft beer, bikes, snow sports, outdoor activity and an abundance of other things I strive to avoid on a regular basis. When I was growing up in Bend, Ore. always knew it wasn’t where I fit, and upon leaving for four years and then finding myself back “home” once again I’m at a crossroads of who I am and where I live. This time around, leaving isn’t about going away to college and escaping my hometown, it’s about following a career path, it’s about rearranging my life and somehow that seems a whole lot more difficult. I used to call myself a tourist in my hometown, but now that I’ve been back for two years, secured myself a decent gig, a house, a group of people I care about and the Mayor knows my name, so I figure I’m a tourist no more. Here I am again, living in Bend, without a timeline or an escape plan. So here’s my outsider’s handbook. My musings on how it’s hard to fit in wherever you are and all of the ways that I don’t fit make me a novelty (and give me something interesting to write about).
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      • An unedited to-do list
      • Groundhogs day, Groundhogs day
      • An open letter to the makers of Diet Squirt
      • Defining slob feminism
      • The devolving "Real World," San Francisco to San F...
      • Why America hates Julia Roberts: What I've learned...
      • Was KISS the original ICP? And other explorations ...
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