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	<description>So this is what growing up feels like . . .</description>
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		<title>Comment on My Mother&#8217;s Most Notable Quotables by My Mother&#8217;s Most Notable Quotables, Part 2 &#124; Little Scribbley Corner</title>
		<link>http://annamasi.wordpress.com/2011/05/08/my-mothers-most-notable-quotables/#comment-168</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[My Mother&#8217;s Most Notable Quotables, Part 2 &#124; Little Scribbley Corner]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 17:58:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] background regarding what follows, please see my original post. For those of you who are familiar with this strange creature I call &#8220;Mom,&#8221; simply [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] background regarding what follows, please see my original post. For those of you who are familiar with this strange creature I call &#8220;Mom,&#8221; simply [...]</p>
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		<title>Comment on My Mother&#8217;s Most Notable Quotables by Cathy "mom" Masi</title>
		<link>http://annamasi.wordpress.com/2011/05/08/my-mothers-most-notable-quotables/#comment-167</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Cathy "mom" Masi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 20:33:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Well, that WAS hilarious - and I&#039;m your mother!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, that WAS hilarious &#8211; and I&#8217;m your mother!</p>
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		<title>Comment on In the Beginning by Liturgical Body &#124; Little Scribbley Corner</title>
		<link>http://annamasi.wordpress.com/2011/06/02/in-the-beginning/#comment-164</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Liturgical Body &#124; Little Scribbley Corner]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 03:25:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] This past semester I was asked to write a 500 word article for the Anglican Episcopal House of Studies here at Duke Divinity School. The topic could be anything of my choosing, so I decided to voice what I&#8217;ve been slowly coming to realize over the course of several years as an Anglican: the discovery of my body and the bodies of others in the liturgy. Since I have been unable to post this last academic year as often as I used to (and would have liked), I figured I would at least post this. This is the final draft I turned in, so they may tweak and edit the final product. But I hoped that this will perhaps be a good substitution in place of MIA blog posts as of late. Please know that I do intend to blog about my time in Jackson, Mississippi this summer, as I did last summer in Nashville. [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] This past semester I was asked to write a 500 word article for the Anglican Episcopal House of Studies here at Duke Divinity School. The topic could be anything of my choosing, so I decided to voice what I&#8217;ve been slowly coming to realize over the course of several years as an Anglican: the discovery of my body and the bodies of others in the liturgy. Since I have been unable to post this last academic year as often as I used to (and would have liked), I figured I would at least post this. This is the final draft I turned in, so they may tweak and edit the final product. But I hoped that this will perhaps be a good substitution in place of MIA blog posts as of late. Please know that I do intend to blog about my time in Jackson, Mississippi this summer, as I did last summer in Nashville. [...]</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Dilemma of Religious Studies by Revelations at Publix &#124; Subway Prophet</title>
		<link>http://annamasi.wordpress.com/2011/01/29/the-dilemma-of-religious-studies/#comment-110</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Revelations at Publix &#124; Subway Prophet]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 23:21:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] she asked me where I went to school. When I told her Duke Divinity School I saw that familiar &#8220;oh-you-go-to Divinity-school&#8221; look which is by now so familiar. And then came the question: &#8220;So, in twenty-five words or [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] she asked me where I went to school. When I told her Duke Divinity School I saw that familiar &#8220;oh-you-go-to Divinity-school&#8221; look which is by now so familiar. And then came the question: &#8220;So, in twenty-five words or [...]</p>
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		<title>Comment on At One with the Earth by Blake</title>
		<link>http://annamasi.wordpress.com/2011/07/30/at-one-with-the-earth/#comment-86</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Blake]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 07:33:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time a man was charged to water indoor plants, but the AC broke 6 weeks in so it was humid and 90 inside the house for weeks while hosts played across the globe. Instructed to water half a cup to each plant once a week didn&#039;t sound so hard to the man. And so the man followed his orders, every Friday adding the half cup. But alas, the plants died. He felt bad for 10 seconds before realizing he did everything he was told to do, and from that week on he watched them die, and shrugged every week henceforth. And so the man lived happily every after!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once upon a time a man was charged to water indoor plants, but the AC broke 6 weeks in so it was humid and 90 inside the house for weeks while hosts played across the globe. Instructed to water half a cup to each plant once a week didn&#8217;t sound so hard to the man. And so the man followed his orders, every Friday adding the half cup. But alas, the plants died. He felt bad for 10 seconds before realizing he did everything he was told to do, and from that week on he watched them die, and shrugged every week henceforth. And so the man lived happily every after!</p>
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		<title>Comment on List of Characters by annamasi</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[annamasi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2011 02:20:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thanks!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks!</p>
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		<title>Comment on List of Characters by Blake</title>
		<link>http://annamasi.wordpress.com/list-of-characters/#comment-73</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Blake]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2011 01:28:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love this idea.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love this idea.</p>
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		<title>Comment on In the Beginning by annamasi</title>
		<link>http://annamasi.wordpress.com/2011/06/02/in-the-beginning/#comment-72</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[annamasi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2011 17:26:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ha! Marcus, that was fantastic. Thank you for &quot;blogging on my blog.&quot; I enjoyed it.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ha! Marcus, that was fantastic. Thank you for &#8220;blogging on my blog.&#8221; I enjoyed it.</p>
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		<title>Comment on In the Beginning by Marcus Walton</title>
		<link>http://annamasi.wordpress.com/2011/06/02/in-the-beginning/#comment-71</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Marcus Walton]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2011 16:02:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[: ) This is wonderful. I&#039;m so glad that someone else can share the Nashville, TN Cicada Experience with me! It is quite the phenomenon. To perhaps clarify for those interested: in 1998, the summer after my seventh grade year, the parent of the cicada that latched onto Anna Masi burrowed down several feet into the ground, laid an egg, and died. Since that time (13 years) that egg has gestated. After 13 years of slow, hard work, what emerged this summer would you think be full of beauty, power, and grace, a crowning achievement of God&#039;s Creative Providence, Evolution, what have you, etc. The creature that plagued Anna was, instead, quite ugly, obnoxiously loud, utterly stupid, and completely uncoordinated. Whats more, emerging from its hole, it immediately casts off its hibernation exoskeleton, leaving the debris of hollow corpse-like shells all over Nashville. And in large groups their buzz (which sounds a lot like when there&#039;s a misconnected wire in a loudspeaker system) is unbearable. When I was recently in Nashville, a guy who owned a generic cell-phone charger store (weird setup) offered to sell me a bag of a hundred dead cicadas cheap, but I didn&#039;t have the cash : ( I totally would have bought them. My mom said about them, &quot;Well, I&#039;m sure God has some useful purpose for them being around.&quot; On one level, I admire her faith, which is relatively strong considering how much she hates cicadas (One day she exclaimed in disgust, &quot;I tried to kill one and it screamed like a baby! It was horrible!&quot;). One would think she&#039;d be sure they were hell-sent. But I like to think that God is just as much an appreciator of the absurd and the weird as we are. And with the cicadas, God gloriously out-weirds us all. Sorry that I just blogged on your blog, Anna. . .]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>: ) This is wonderful. I&#8217;m so glad that someone else can share the Nashville, TN Cicada Experience with me! It is quite the phenomenon. To perhaps clarify for those interested: in 1998, the summer after my seventh grade year, the parent of the cicada that latched onto Anna Masi burrowed down several feet into the ground, laid an egg, and died. Since that time (13 years) that egg has gestated. After 13 years of slow, hard work, what emerged this summer would you think be full of beauty, power, and grace, a crowning achievement of God&#8217;s Creative Providence, Evolution, what have you, etc. The creature that plagued Anna was, instead, quite ugly, obnoxiously loud, utterly stupid, and completely uncoordinated. Whats more, emerging from its hole, it immediately casts off its hibernation exoskeleton, leaving the debris of hollow corpse-like shells all over Nashville. And in large groups their buzz (which sounds a lot like when there&#8217;s a misconnected wire in a loudspeaker system) is unbearable. When I was recently in Nashville, a guy who owned a generic cell-phone charger store (weird setup) offered to sell me a bag of a hundred dead cicadas cheap, but I didn&#8217;t have the cash : ( I totally would have bought them. My mom said about them, &#8220;Well, I&#8217;m sure God has some useful purpose for them being around.&#8221; On one level, I admire her faith, which is relatively strong considering how much she hates cicadas (One day she exclaimed in disgust, &#8220;I tried to kill one and it screamed like a baby! It was horrible!&#8221;). One would think she&#8217;d be sure they were hell-sent. But I like to think that God is just as much an appreciator of the absurd and the weird as we are. And with the cicadas, God gloriously out-weirds us all. Sorry that I just blogged on your blog, Anna. . .</p>
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		<title>Comment on My Mother&#8217;s Most Notable Quotables by Heather Kettler</title>
		<link>http://annamasi.wordpress.com/2011/05/08/my-mothers-most-notable-quotables/#comment-69</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Heather Kettler]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2011 05:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This was hilarious!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This was hilarious!</p>
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