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	<title>Comments on: This Landfill Was Made For You And Me</title>
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		<title>By: Christine</title>
		<link>http://www.worstedwitch.com/2006/04/06/this-landfill-was-made-for-you-and-me/#comment-1576</link>
		<dc:creator>Christine</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2006 16:28:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Heh- that Chinese/Japanese question really made me pause. I'm an unrepentant Asiaphile, and while I would never ask someone their ethnic background unless I know then well I did get in trouble once for not making assumptions. 
I have a Chinese character tattooed on my back, and I was working at a coffeehouse when a customer asked me what it said. I told her, and then she went on to say something that revealed to me that she knew perfectly well what the character meant, to which I exclaimed, "Oh! You read Chinese!"  
She got all in huff and said, "I AM Chinese." 
Stupid me. I thought she was Asian-American.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Heh- that Chinese/Japanese question really made me pause. I&#8217;m an unrepentant Asiaphile, and while I would never ask someone their ethnic background unless I know then well I did get in trouble once for not making assumptions.<br />
I have a Chinese character tattooed on my back, and I was working at a coffeehouse when a customer asked me what it said. I told her, and then she went on to say something that revealed to me that she knew perfectly well what the character meant, to which I exclaimed, &#8220;Oh! You read Chinese!&#8221;<br />
She got all in huff and said, &#8220;I AM Chinese.&#8221;<br />
Stupid me. I thought she was Asian-American.</p>
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		<title>By: The Worsted Witch &#187; Salvage Rescue Operation</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Worsted Witch &#187; Salvage Rescue Operation</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Apr 2006 17:46:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] I am just one woman. HOW MUCH MORE DO YOU WANT OF ME, OH LORD? [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Adelin</title>
		<link>http://www.worstedwitch.com/2006/04/06/this-landfill-was-made-for-you-and-me/#comment-283</link>
		<dc:creator>Adelin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Apr 2006 23:33:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Argh! I wish I was there -- Andras and I are always up for rustling up other people's trash for ourselves. When we moved out of college there were so many things that were being thrown out, we recycled a whole bunch of lamps, chairs, bowls, plants, etc for our apartment senior year. In fact, I have three wicker baskets (lined with a nice kind of off-white fabric), and a set of small shelves I still have from when someone threw them out at school... 

And then there was sophomore year when I had a La-Z-Boy in my room because someone left it in the parking lot. It was in perfectly good condition, with funky 70s brown, orange, green tweedy upholstery but alas -- had to get rid of it when I went to London and eventually moved back into a tiny tiny room in the Co-Op.

All these things have wonderful histories. I wonder what happened to my (or his/her/its) La-Z-Boy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Argh! I wish I was there &#8212; Andras and I are always up for rustling up other people&#8217;s trash for ourselves. When we moved out of college there were so many things that were being thrown out, we recycled a whole bunch of lamps, chairs, bowls, plants, etc for our apartment senior year. In fact, I have three wicker baskets (lined with a nice kind of off-white fabric), and a set of small shelves I still have from when someone threw them out at school&#8230; </p>
<p>And then there was sophomore year when I had a La-Z-Boy in my room because someone left it in the parking lot. It was in perfectly good condition, with funky 70s brown, orange, green tweedy upholstery but alas &#8212; had to get rid of it when I went to London and eventually moved back into a tiny tiny room in the Co-Op.</p>
<p>All these things have wonderful histories. I wonder what happened to my (or his/her/its) La-Z-Boy.</p>
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