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      <title>Li-Don&#39;t-Node</title>
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      <description>About a week ago, my website and email vanished off the face of the internet. I think this deserves a certain amount of explanation, lest someone think I&amp;rsquo;m incompetent in my own field. Not too long ago, I switched off my colocated server because I don&amp;rsquo;t need my own personal machine for two websites, a couple very small databases, and a low-volume email server. I didn&amp;rsquo;t downgrade fully to a shared host because I run a Django app, Wordpress, PostgreSQL, MySQL for the afore mentioned Wordpress content, Postfix to better control my blacklists, with Postgrey because greylisting kills an assload of spam blacklists would miss, etc.</description>
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      <title>Ulcerior Motives</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 07 Mar 2010 22:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>Wednesday would have been a normal day, and for the most part it was, until I noticed my chest getting more and more uncomfortable through the day. Well, to the doctor I went, and after some stuff was ruled out, it turns out I have both costochondritis and an ulcer. Now, I&amp;rsquo;ve had inflamed cartilage in my chest before, and normally it&amp;rsquo;s very easy to control with Advil or Aleve, and time.</description>
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      <title>My Foot has a Lot of Nerve!</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 11:30:47 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>At great risk to myself and the poor SOB who offered to transport my disease-riddled carcass along Illinois highways, I&amp;rsquo;ve seen the nerve specialist, and am now the proud owner of something called a Type 1 RSD.
According to the doctor&amp;ndash;a wizened Chinese man, likely a sage of unknowable renown&amp;ndash;this effectively means that my ankle injury confused a nerve in my leg. My brain, like a sugar-infused five-year-old overreacted and went on a killing-spree.</description>
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      <title>Cast Away</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 22:05:23 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>I believe it&amp;rsquo;s time to return my body for a refund. I got my cast off yesterday, and my ankle still hurts. In fact, I think it&amp;rsquo;s worse than before the cast. So, what exactly is going on? Well, the orthopedist hypothesizes that I have nerve involvement. This means either my nerve is caught in a pain feedback loop, or is entrapped, possibly by my continuing aggravated ankle sprain.
So, not only have I done something horrible to my ankle, but I&amp;rsquo;ve involved a nerve.</description>
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      <title>Maniacal Monopod</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 23:07:27 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>Well, after my MRI on Monday, I resigned myself to a waiting game while the radiologist perused the incomprehensible slices of my foot before distilling them into a written report for my esteemed podiatrist. Today, I ventured once more to my Podiatrist&amp;rsquo;s office to receive, hopefully, good news. Sadly I, like a horny teenager trapped in an nudist colony composed entirely of ponderously obese men, was destined for frustration and disappointment.</description>
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      <title>One Foot of Fun</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 00:15:28 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>My right foot is a piece of garbage. No, really. Since my teens, every once in a while, through some mysterious transformation enacted, doubtlessly, by clamoring minions of the underworld, becomes an agony generator equaled only by the presence of my Ex. But even I admit that, after years of DDR stomping, years more of wearing Nike Frees to strengthen various muscles, evidence might indicate healing or time or even luck had rendered that particular foot &amp;ldquo;normal.</description>
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      <title>I&#39;ve got The Itis</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:34:52 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>Jen, a more avid Facebook advocate than I, posted my malaise yesterday, so I figured it only fair I provide a more thorough explanation as to what actually happened Saturday and Sunday. What am I alluding to, you ask? This weekend, I spent Saturday and most of Sunday at Naperville&amp;rsquo;s illustrious Edward hospital, and this time, it wasn&amp;rsquo;t because of my heart!
I woke up around 4:00am on the 18th feeling as if an army of ferrets were fighting over my colon like it was composed of especially delicious Pixie Stix.</description>
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      <title>A Wedding to Remember</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 20:17:51 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>I have necessarily been incommunicado for the first two weeks post wedding&amp;ndash;not because of our honeymoon, which remains a week away, but to recharge. Too much socializing, an unceasing onslaught of novelty, and a hospital visit consumed every vestige of current powering my scarcely animate carcass. This of course, requires copious explanation.
So far as memory serves, the revelry began on the 28th. Aside from checking into the hotels, setting up the dining hall, trucking to and from Bloomington to snatch my mother from the wretched clutches of Amtrak, relaying sketchy directions to visitors, and generally contributing to increasing turmoil all before 5pm to attend the rehearsal and accompanying dinner, I maintained most of my composure.</description>
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      <title>Hearticulture</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 22:51:03 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>So today at 8:30am, I had an MRI. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t as bad as last time, but it sure seemed louder somehow. The machine was much more recent&amp;ndash;sporting a fancy LCD embedded into its doughnut badness&amp;ndash;yet in the advancements it contained, apparently none of the engineers considered integrating sound dampening to avoid permanently deafening patents enclosed entirely within its grasping confines after repeated exposure to proximal squeals resembling a drunken hobo occasionally plucking the same frayed string on a &amp;ldquo;sweet&amp;rdquo; electric guitar he found jacked into a defective amp incapable of any setting below 100 decibels.</description>
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      <title>Finish Him!  Hospitality!  Gameality!</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 11:16:48 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>Ugh! Fine, I&amp;rsquo;ll write something! Geez.
So the post-hurricane monsoon eventually hit Illinois and dumped copious amounts of fluid upon our hapless suburbs, and a friend of ours has an aunt and uncle living in dangerous proximity to a lake. Most of Saturday afternoon on the 12th was spent moving their furniture to the second floor and sandbagging his house, and we didn&amp;rsquo;t get home again until around 1am. Nothing really notable happened, but I was highly amused by the garter snake seeking high ground on a recently arranged sandbag; thankfully I didn&amp;rsquo;t step on any wildlife while wading through the knee-deep miasma back to Jen&amp;rsquo;s car.</description>
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      <title>Moving: Wacky Hijinks Ensue!</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 22:11:41 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>So, I have finished moving. Understandably, I&amp;rsquo;ve been keeping a low profile while packing, and the day of the move itself was rather long and arduous, involving three trips along various highways to and from the old apartment for disinfection and other sundries. I was done with everything around nine on Saturday. Sunday, I unpacked a goodly amount of boxes, but I&amp;rsquo;ve got quite a few to go. And Monday&amp;hellip;</description>
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      <title>Titillating Tachycardia</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 22:38:02 +0000</pubDate>
      
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      <description>Reports of my demise are highly exaggerated.
For those who haven&amp;rsquo;t heard, I paid a prolonged and unexpected visit to an emergency room on Wednesday. There I was, sitting at my desk doing some last-minute queries sipping a decaf iced coffee I&amp;rsquo;d acquired from Dunkin&amp;rsquo; Donuts, when I&amp;rsquo;d started feeling somewhat odd. Not to be a worry-wart, I shrugged it off and continued banally pounding-out horrifying SQL resplendent with awe-inspiring and highly convoluted JOIN statements when my heart began pounding like I&amp;rsquo;d just finished a brisk 20-minutes playing DDR.</description>
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