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	<description>Because, Gangster is spelled JZ</description>
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		<title>Mix CD&#8217;s</title>
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		<link>http://www.myauntishot.com/2010/funny-text-messages/mix-cds</link>
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		<title>Pressure</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Understanding &#8220;pressure&#8221; as we conventionally refer to it is flawed. Too  often, pressure is the lack of options. If the phrase were &#8220;Do or Die  Or Get Ice Cream&#8221; it would change the intrinsic motivation of the  situation. Perhaps then, we need to change the possible outcomes of any situation  to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.myauntishot.com/2010/personal-rantings/pressure</link>
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		<title>Bacon Rocket</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I freaking love anything with Bacon, Rockets, and nerdy guys using french airplane vocabulary to describe an edible bacon rocket. Snazzy tunes too.
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		<link>http://www.myauntishot.com/2010/videos/bacon-rocket</link>
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		<title>Heavy Freight</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A poem about a train hopper.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.myauntishot.com/2009/poetry/heavy-freight</link>
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		<title>Empty Threats</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Boil down inside this slack armed slaughter house.
Sharp finger nails run up a thigh,
leave scratches for other lovers, victims, to admire.
Hair pulls a head back.
Dreams of early morning melodies slashed like paper cuts.
Outside the bedroom door
a single cockroach waits.
Ready to run over our naked backs.
I promised to take both hands to her neck until
sound inside [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.myauntishot.com/2009/poetry/empty-threats</link>
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		<title>The Empty Seat</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Long blond hair falls over the back
I&#8217;m accosted by her perfume as she taps away
Important messages 160 characters at a time
About the guy sniffling profusely behind her
She&#8217;s drinking some obnoxious drink
Preceded by double or half
Post fixed by atté or oca.
I know better than to be wishing for the lid to pop
Soaking those leggings she adores [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.myauntishot.com/2009/poetry/the-empty-seat</link>
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		<title>Why Farmville Isn&#8217;t The Least Bit Green</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The following is an infographic I made about Farmville. I didn&#8217;t include the statistics for the servers that run Farmville, just the users. 

Sources:
http://www.carbonfund.org/site/pages/carbon_calculators/category/Assumptions
http://www.appdata.com/facebook/apps/index/id/102452128776
http://www.carbonify.com/carbon-calculator.htm
28 million daily active users 
15minutes/per person * 28million = 7 million hours
300 watts average power supply * 7 million hours = 2.1million kw
2,100,000kw * 1.5lbs/kw = 3,150,000 Pounds/day
3,150,000 == 1575 Tons/Day [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.myauntishot.com/2009/funny/why-farmville-isnt-the-least-bit-green</link>
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		<title>A Duel</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Found a gecko in the tub.
Little feet,
Webbed, running.
He blended with the tub.
Like me it needed cleaning.
Tried to coax the small
Liz&#8230;Rep&#8230;Phibian&#8230;
Out of that Dirty Tub.
With a tap of my hand
I started him running.
He didn&#8217;t, couldn&#8217;t have known.
But he ran towards
where all the water goes when it
 meanders away from my feet.
Unwebbed fingers dashed to the drain,
covering [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.myauntishot.com/2009/poetry/a-duel</link>
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		<title>Redemption</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Staring at the ceiling,
another writer on the pillow adjacent
Why couldn&#8217;t I have married a fucking physicist?
Late at night, towards the end,
we&#8217;ll leave each other
loveless
notes on the refrigerator.
Until, one day,
I&#8217;ll grab my toothbrush
drawer full of clothes
and that pungent green felt tipped marker
writing
while breathing it&#8217;s magic deep
&#8220;Were thru&#8221;
without so much a thought as to the grammatical crime
I&#8217;ll [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.myauntishot.com/2009/poetry/redemption</link>
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		<title>A More Than Friend Request &#8211; How Prostitutes Are Using Social Media</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Heather (Names have been changed) is a gorgeous thirty-something brunette. The day we met, she shared an elevator with me in the Empire State Building. I hit the button to go to the 58th floor, and she trotted in, just beating the doors. The smell of very expensive perfume chased in right behind her. 
&#8220;Can [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.myauntishot.com/2009/featured-articles/more-than-friend-request</link>
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