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	<title>The Compleat And Actual Adventures of Marcella White Campbell</title>
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	<description>Wherein the Artist Grappleth with her Tween, Complaineth to Excess, And Drinketh of Budget-Priced Sparkling Wines, Whilst Pursuing Respectable Employ, And Making ye Sign of ye Hashtag With Her Own Four Fingers, etc, etc, as Told to the Author</description>
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		<title>Bullet Points Will Set You Free: A Depression Story In Powerpoint Form</title>
		<link>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2012/02/05/bullet-points-will-set-you-free-a-depression-story-in-powerpoint/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 23:11:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some people's depression goes away. Meanwhile, with brief bouts of relative cheerfulness, I've been in this current funk since, oh, early 2010. (I'm fun!) A common misperception that I have experienced every single day on occasion is that I am depressed because I am not trying hard enough to feel better. (Incidentally, that falls under the depression cure category called Not Really Helping.)

As much as I would love (love!) to wallow in self-pity, I have been trying. In fact, I have tried everything.

But I couldn't prove it until now.

Before, you see, I couldn't use Powerpoint.

I present to you conclusive proof that I have tried pretty much every depression cure I can think of.]]></description>
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		<title>YouTube for Kids Is Not An Oxymoron</title>
		<link>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2012/01/16/youtube-for-kids-is-not-an-oxymoron/</link>
		<comments>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2012/01/16/youtube-for-kids-is-not-an-oxymoron/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 15:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>marcella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[it internets]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[From the time my child could pull himself upright, he was fascinated by trains. And not steam trains or Thomas the Tank Engine, either. He has always loved commuter trains and buses. The good news: we live in a big city, so there’s plenty of opportunity for him to indulge his obsession hobby. The bad [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Powered by Junk in Trunk</title>
		<link>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/05/15/powered-by-junk-in-trunk/</link>
		<comments>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/05/15/powered-by-junk-in-trunk/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2011 18:27:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>marcella</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[it remembers.]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[it runs!]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[african americans]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m built like a mullet. Business in the front, party in the back. What is it about an awkward ten-or-eleven-year-old that screams, &#8220;please call attention to my body?&#8221; That was the time when my body started developing; my family fretted that I might be  swaybacked and admonished me to stand up straight. At dances, the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hearing the Silence</title>
		<link>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/05/04/680/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2011 04:13:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>marcella</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My grandmother’s mother, Mary Salter, is a mysterious fruit on our family tree, not quite shaded in. We know very little about her; she died around 1930, leaving two little girls under four who would torture themselves, for the rest of their lives, trying to remember her face. Family lore suggests that Mary was a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>All The Crafting Ladies</title>
		<link>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/04/29/all-the-crafting-ladies/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2011 16:29:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>marcella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[it embroiders?]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[it knits!]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m knitting a shawl out of fire-colored Madelinetosh yarn, and when I say &#8220;Fire-colored,&#8221; I don&#8217;t mean orange, I mean the shawl looks like it is on fire and made of lasers. I don&#8217;t think much of the fact that I knit, now, or that I could, technically, sew something (something rectangular, that is), or [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Run for Your Life</title>
		<link>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/04/27/run-for-your-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2011 15:10:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>marcella</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/?p=652</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Yeah it&#8217;s still the same Can’t you feel the pain When the needle hits the vein Ain’t nothing like the real thing Yesterday, I ran across the Golden Gate Bridge and back. At Vista Point, where you can actually see how ridiculously photogenic San Francisco can be, and how clever it was of Irving Morrow [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Welcome to Wherever We Are</title>
		<link>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/04/22/welcome-to-wherever-we-are/</link>
		<comments>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/04/22/welcome-to-wherever-we-are/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 16:25:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>marcella</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[population signs]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/?p=638</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I grew up in a 1984 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. The Cadillac was once the American car&#8217;s American car, a car designed for riding cross-country highways like Route 66 in comfort, and the Coupe de Ville was the last model before Cadillac started downsizing and redesigning its iconic lines. I remember when my grandfather bought [...]]]></description>
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		<title>What&#8217;s Up</title>
		<link>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/04/05/whats-up/</link>
		<comments>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/04/05/whats-up/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 16:58:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>marcella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[it is here now!]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[it writes!]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[autobiography]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I am sitting in my house, alone. Lunches have been made, children have been dressed in ironic thrift-store T-shirts, a husband wore his new socks today. The coffeemaker clicks, periodically, to remind me that it is there, waiting, and that the fair-trade coffee boiling away on the hot plate isn&#8217;t going to chug itself. The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thelonious Monk, Trinkle Tinkle (1971)</title>
		<link>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/03/14/thelonious-monk-trinkle-tinkle-1971/</link>
		<comments>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2011/03/14/thelonious-monk-trinkle-tinkle-1971/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2011 13:30:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>marcella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[it musics]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m walking into the kitchen at my grandfather&#8217;s house, and my uncle Charles is there, watching TV on the little color set on the tiled counter. He&#8217;s watching the new Ken Burns documentary, and I&#8217;m preparing to slowly edge out of the room, because The Civil War (Parts 1-199) nearly robbed me of my will [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Louis Armstrong, West End Blues (1928)</title>
		<link>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2010/11/08/west-end-blues/</link>
		<comments>http://www.marcellawhitecampbell.com/blog/2010/11/08/west-end-blues/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2010 18:46:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>marcella</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[it eats!]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[berkeley]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Once, I spent my weekends in a tiny, cramped, cluttered apartment in Cal&#8217;s married student housing. A certain Phd student in rhetoric, Mark  &#8212; who, implausibly, had custody of three little girls from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon &#8212; made a point of opening our My-Little-Pony-addled minds to culture. On Saturday morning, we&#8217;d wake to [...]]]></description>
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