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		<title>Pierre Elliott Trudeau Millennium Falcon</title>
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Somehow we ended up with kitten to call our own. She was going to be put down, on account of all the animal shelters in Thunder Bay being full. My heart grew three sizes that day, a la Mr. Grinch,  and now we have have a wee feline to keep our feet warm at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://marypatomeara.com/blog/?p=98</link>
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		<title>north.</title>
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The woman on the radio says &#8220;-28 degrees as if it were a winning bingo number and not the temperature to which I must commit myself shortly. Negative twenty-eight. Welcome to Thunder Bay, Ontario.
I am sitting on the cold tile floor of my new apartment; there are no chairs yet. This is the beginning of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://marypatomeara.com/blog/?p=93</link>
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		<title>Buzz, your girlfriend. Woof!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here&#8217;s an interesting fact: A large amount of the traffic this blog receives is from people googling &#8216;Buzz&#8217;s girlfriend&#8217; from the cinematic masterpiece and lovely Christmas romp Home Alone. I suppose that somewhere in the history of my posts, and for whatever reason, I quoted the brilliant line, &#8216;Buzz, your girlfriend. Woof!&#8221;&#8230; and this interests [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://marypatomeara.com/blog/?p=91</link>
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		<title>incredulity in new york</title>
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I didn&#8217;t know what a city was until I saw New York. In honour of Bridget&#8217;s birthday, her man Andy and I plotted to deliver the best birthday present ever: MP in New York. Since Bird found herself a resident of that great city, she has been harassing me to visit. I always meant to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>fall benediction</title>
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I like Autumn. I like it because it is a segue; somewhere between was and will. It was warm and it will be cold, but what is it now? Autumn isn&#8217;t now. It&#8217;s nowhere, and I haven&#8217;t been present during this season that I love so much. I&#8217;ve been contemplating too much, and now when [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kashuby Summer</title>
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In 1859 a small group of families arrived in the beautiful Madawaska Valley. Hailing from a region of Poland known as &#8216;Kaszuby&#8217;, they found this small pocket of Canadian wildnerness as their home. At the north end of Lake Kamaniskeg, at the town of Barry&#8217;s Bay, they lay claim to the land and rooted their [...]]]></description>
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		<title>cottaging on</title>
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People in transition are all around. Back to School Sale signs have started to pop up in store windows. The cold wind of seasonal change is about to begin blowing an ominous breeze of scheduled existence and early sunsets. And I&#8217;m sure the odd leaf will soon fall to the ground, brining the end of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>refurbished words</title>
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I love you because you are beautiful and smart and in control of your life and finances your business acumen astonishes me and makes me want to arrange your flowers.
www.rogannyc.com
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		<link>http://marypatomeara.com/blog/?p=69</link>
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		<title>Whole Foods Galactica</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After a particularly frustrating morning of editing, I left the Rockhead office and strolled around Yorkville trying to get back into the narrative zone. The lunching hour was upon me, and I had a hankering for some overpriced Whole Foods fruit. After purchasing a shiny apple I went to exit the store. I was going [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://marypatomeara.com/blog/?p=68</link>
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		<title>fashionable people doing questionable things</title>
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Dredger had a brilliant Thursday idea. The idea involved vacating Toronto in favour of trees, towels, and twang. We packed up our hats and headed to Orillia for the Mariposa Folk Festival on the shores of Lake Couchiching. We went for Joel Plaskett, and hung around for Peter Elkas,  Hayden, Cuff the Duke, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://marypatomeara.com/blog/?p=67</link>
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		<title>and the lakes are seething</title>
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You might say that I have a need for speed. You also might say that I have very bad luck. This MP lives constantly under a dark cloud of unfortunate happenstance. It follows me around like a sad three-legged dog&#8230; sniffing at my feet every now again, I can&#8217;t help but trip on it from [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://marypatomeara.com/blog/?p=66</link>
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		<title>Happy Birthday Meara!</title>
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Meara Olive McDonald was born at 3:08am on June 12th, 2008. She weighs 7lbs 10oz and is a precious little girl. I especially like her when she is cozy and all swaddled up in blankets; she looks like a wonderful little jellybean. In fact, I think that is what I will call her. Little Jellybean. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the beach is that way.</title>
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So Toronto is in the midst of a wee heat wave. We&#8217;re melting, and frankly, I like it&#8230; especially since the one and only Andrew of my dreams installed my air conditioner yesterday. I&#8217;m sitting in icicles at the end of this wonderfully busy weekend. Freaky Friday involved a day of photo blogging with Conor, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://marypatomeara.com/blog/?p=64</link>
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		<title>open up, open up, baby</title>
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A little rock goes a long way. I&#8217;m going to be feeling the frenzied guitars of Eric&#8217;s Trip for at least a week. Even though they technically broke up in 1996, Eric&#8217;s Trip still delivers the frenetic angst and tender disquiet of the early to mid 90s in a most excellent way&#8230; and it still [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://marypatomeara.com/blog/?p=63</link>
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		<title>The Gone and The Going</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The end of a particularly sunny Monday ends with loneliness. I&#8217;m holed up in my shabby apartment thinking about my absent and the soon-to-be absent beloved ones. As it happens, many of my favourite people seek their fortunes all over this crazy dimension, and every so often, despite my happiness for them and their adventures, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://marypatomeara.com/blog/?p=61</link>
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		<title>Ton histoire est une épopée</title>
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The first thing we did when we got to the cottage was have a campfire. &#8220;That&#8217;s a lot of wood,&#8221; said Andrew. &#8220;That what she said,&#8221; remarked Andy. And thus began one of the finest [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Bay Day Riots</title>
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	May 2-4 Weekend is just an incredible concept. It&#8217;s generally understood as the weekend that all residents of southern Ontario head north to open up the cottage, which generally entails a bit of manual labour [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8216;Hot Box Hijinks&#8217; or &#8216;That Time We Travelled Through Time&#8217;</title>
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It happened. Somehow. I met Conor at Sushi on Bloor for lunch. After a tasty spicy tuna crunchy roll my comrade and I wandered down to Kensington Market in our quest to &#8216;enjoy the weather&#8217;. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>high park picnic</title>
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 	The thing I like best about High Park in the early evening is the incredible amount of older gentlemen gently jogging in silly looking puffy short shorts. They [...]]]></description>
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		<title>what is it that you do to keep your eyes all shiny</title>
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 That was a kick-ass weekend. After working on a shoot all day Saturday, I met up with Andrew and my pregnant sister for an early Colin Meloy show at the Phoenix. I can honestly say that it was one of the best concerts I&#8217;ve been to in quite a long time&#8230; since Coachella in 2004, [...]]]></description>
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