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	<title>Comments on: Don&#8217;t Hurt Me with Your Poetry!</title>
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		<title>By: DBR</title>
		<link>http://www.dvorak.org/blog/2005/06/30/dont-hurt-me-with-your-poetry/comment-page-1/#comment-48853</link>
		<dc:creator>DBR</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 20:20:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A guy with a wine cellar calling other
people &quot;foppish&quot;.  Umm, ok.</description>
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people &#8220;foppish&#8221;.  Umm, ok.</p>
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		<title>By: site admin</title>
		<link>http://www.dvorak.org/blog/2005/06/30/dont-hurt-me-with-your-poetry/comment-page-1/#comment-48821</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 06:50:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ivy League tradition? If I had known that I would have been more harsh. How foppish can you get?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ivy League tradition? If I had known that I would have been more harsh. How foppish can you get?</p>
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		<title>By: T.C. Moore</title>
		<link>http://www.dvorak.org/blog/2005/06/30/dont-hurt-me-with-your-poetry/comment-page-1/#comment-48809</link>
		<dc:creator>T.C. Moore</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 00:36:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What do you expect when students go to jail and get expelled for harmless pranks like stealing the other school&#039;s mascot?

Meanwhile, the new bar at the Bear&#039;s Lair is pretty sweet.
Listening to the Cal Band at the Bear&#039;s Lair after a football game is the coolest, and the closest thing to school spirit I have ever felt.

The 2nd closest is an irrational, constant hatred of Stanford that permeates my thoughts whenever I go to Palo Alto. The 3rd is the utter joy at seeing my school mates trash our own field after winning the Big Game in 2002 after an 8 year drought, but not being able to join them because my friend got alcohol poisoning from drinking too much boxed wine that I had snuck into the stadium, and then having to arrange emergency transport home lest my friend get in trouble with the cops for having to go to the hospital. Fuck the Berkeley Po-lice.

Cal Band Great!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What do you expect when students go to jail and get expelled for harmless pranks like stealing the other school&#8217;s mascot?</p>
<p>Meanwhile, the new bar at the Bear&#8217;s Lair is pretty sweet.<br />
Listening to the Cal Band at the Bear&#8217;s Lair after a football game is the coolest, and the closest thing to school spirit I have ever felt.</p>
<p>The 2nd closest is an irrational, constant hatred of Stanford that permeates my thoughts whenever I go to Palo Alto. The 3rd is the utter joy at seeing my school mates trash our own field after winning the Big Game in 2002 after an 8 year drought, but not being able to join them because my friend got alcohol poisoning from drinking too much boxed wine that I had snuck into the stadium, and then having to arrange emergency transport home lest my friend get in trouble with the cops for having to go to the hospital. Fuck the Berkeley Po-lice.</p>
<p>Cal Band Great!</p>
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		<title>By: Tom</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2005 23:58:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Come on, John, cut the kids some slack!  

It&#039;s an old ivy-league tradition for the home team to invent clever, poetic slams to be delivered during the game.

It&#039;s like doing a puzzle.  I forces them to realize a goal under severe limitations (rhyme and meter, I hope, but I try to be open-minded).  

And if, as I assume, &quot;it&#039;s all in good fun&quot; (and in today&#039;s education environment I can&#039;t imagine it not being so, or it would be squashed like a mosquito (most Bugs deserve our heartfelt respect, but mosquitos...), it wouldn&#039;t really harm innocents, unlike the bank-burning days of yore.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Come on, John, cut the kids some slack!  </p>
<p>It&#8217;s an old ivy-league tradition for the home team to invent clever, poetic slams to be delivered during the game.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s like doing a puzzle.  I forces them to realize a goal under severe limitations (rhyme and meter, I hope, but I try to be open-minded).  </p>
<p>And if, as I assume, &#8220;it&#8217;s all in good fun&#8221; (and in today&#8217;s education environment I can&#8217;t imagine it not being so, or it would be squashed like a mosquito (most Bugs deserve our heartfelt respect, but mosquitos&#8230;), it wouldn&#8217;t really harm innocents, unlike the bank-burning days of yore.</p>
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