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	<title>The Banana Peel Project</title>
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		<title>Always look beautiful</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here&#8217;s something I&#8217;ve learned recently: Always look beautiful. This is because: Those other people who are all wrapped up in their own trips will think you&#8217;re some kind of angelic being, and will just fall in line. Those other people who are tuned in will recognize that you&#8217;re not actually faking it and that you&#8217;re [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bananapeelproject.org/2010/12/29/always-look-beautiful/</link>
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		<title>Playhouse</title>
		<description><![CDATA[let's build a playhouse a structure with strong supports and trampolines with swings and long ladders where we can climb and dance let's build a playhouse with lots of layers so we can look at each other from dizzying depths and surprising heights let's build a playhouse where you're a pirate and i'm a princess [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bananapeelproject.org/2010/10/22/playhouse/</link>
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		<title>worms and Gods</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i stand back, watching my sneering Self squirm on the pavement. i wonder whose rain drove it out of the warm, safe mud. my vision flips, unwillingly, and i'm looking up at the Observer, angry and afraid. my vision flips again, willingly, and i smile at the wretched creature. i consider making it rain again.]]></description>
		<link>http://bananapeelproject.org/2010/10/21/worms-and-gods/</link>
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		<title>Mist</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I woke up today on the train in the Pennsylvania fog Gray mist full to bursting with light Soft this time, but with the weight of memories of a time When mists were sharp &#8230;..And clouds etched the surface of my skin &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.And fog fractured my body The light grows warm, and differences glow Spaces [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bananapeelproject.org/2010/10/13/mist/</link>
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		<title>Serious play</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s serious play But it can be taken otherwise Red rover, red rover, send you right over The rules just remind us we&#8217;re playing a game They&#8217;re meant to be broken, but arms are not So hold the girl&#8217;s hand gingerly Since you&#8217;re running right over And you&#8217;re unlikely to stop Let it slide And [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bananapeelproject.org/2010/10/11/serious-play/</link>
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		<title>Ego trip</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Still a little loose but writing Intent on moving outward It all starts with sense About to try this ego trip Since I&#8217;m tired of being alone A line, a dash, a color Just makes an impression, lasting the length of a glimpse Then it&#8217;s something &#8230;..Lines connect, dashes overlap, colors blend and separate &#8230;..Suddenly [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bananapeelproject.org/2010/10/07/ego-trip/</link>
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		<title>Making sense (of ethnography)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The philosopher must be sufficiently perverse to play the game of truth and error badly: this perversity, which operates in paradoxes, allows him to escape the grasp of categories. But aside from this, he must be sufficiently ‘ill-humored’ to persist in his confrontation with stupidity, to remain motionless to the point of stupefaction in order [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bananapeelproject.org/2009/12/23/making-sense-of-ethnography/</link>
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		<title>Tools: a clarification</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There seems to be a misunderstanding here.  Drugs are tools, technologies of the self, material objects that allow individuals to work on their bodies and minds in certain ways.  Of course, they haven&#8217;t always been seen in this way, and they certainly haven&#8217;t always been available to the degree or in the same way as [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bananapeelproject.org/2009/10/17/tools-a-clarification/</link>
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		<title>Legitimate patients</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A relatively young man hobbles, in good spirits, into a medical marijuana cooperative.  He&#8217;s proud of having made it to the co-op today, his new aluminum cane giving him the style, confidence, and stability to find new places to interrogate, explore, and (yes) even to obtain his medicine.  And mirrored windows notwithstanding, this place showed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bananapeelproject.org/2009/10/05/legitimate-patients/</link>
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		<title>Habitually spaced</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What does it mean to live in a space?  And what do we do once we have recognized that the choices we make are not, after all, entirely our own?  Are we left floating in a haze of it-doesn’t-matter?  Are we left to choose between boundless freedom and the imprisonment of law?  The choice between [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bananapeelproject.org/2009/10/03/habitually-spaced/</link>
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