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	<title>Altered Prose at Pif's Corner</title>
	<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com</link>
	<description>writing done under the influence of life</description>
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		<title>Mixing Loops and Learning XSPF</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m starting to really get into mixing loops (usually from single-track loops &#8211; royalty free &#8211; not already-published songs). I&#8217;ve used Acid Xpress in the past for a bit, and recently decided to go ahead and buy the Acid Music Studio 7 (unlimited tracks and fx, among other unlocked features). Since I created two &#8220;songs&#8221;, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com/2009/03/15/mixing-loops-and-learning-xspf/</link>
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		<title>Dollhouse: Three Episode Review</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Three episodes into the new series Dollhouse and I have to admit I&#8217;m mildly pleased. I&#8217;m a Joss Whedon &#8220;casual&#8221; fan (I&#8217;ll re-watch any of his shows but you won&#8217;t find me at a convention and I would fail at a trivia match), but the previews Fox aired before the series started did not entice [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com/2009/03/03/dollhouse-three-episode-review/</link>
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		<title>Twit? Tweeted? Twooter?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[OK, I think I finally get it. I think — after months of scratching my head, holding it up to the light and pondering the meaning of it&#8217;s inner workings — I finally get Twitter.
I heard people talk of this grand social tool so unlike the others yet at the same time so much like [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com/2009/02/26/twit-tweeted-twooter/</link>
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		<title>Post-Modern Bedtime Stories</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;This?&#8221; says Evie.
&#8220;Wolf.&#8221;
&#8220;This,&#8221; she says again, pointing at the page.
&#8220;Wolf,&#8221; I sigh.
&#8220;This!&#8221;
&#8220;Wolf!&#8221;
&#8220;This?&#8221;
&#8220;Belle. She&#8217;s being attacked by those three wolves. She&#8217;s also the little trollop scamming on the Beast.&#8221;
&#8220;Un-huh.&#8221;
Beth chortles, verbally exhibiting her unacceptance of my artistic license.
&#8220;Well, that&#8217;s what you get for telling her I have boobies,&#8221; I retort.
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		<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com/2009/02/25/post-modern-bedtime-stories/</link>
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		<title>Conversation with Evie</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Dolphins!&#8221;
&#8220;No honey, squid. Do you want to watch the squid with Daddy?&#8221;
&#8220;Un-huh.&#8221;
A squid squishes by the television, a long arrow of sea blue flesh.
&#8220;Dolphin!&#8221;
&#8220;Squid, honey. That&#8217;s called a squid. Can you say squid?&#8221;
&#8220;Un-huh.&#8221;
More squid slosh by again, frenzy for food. Suddenly tentacles with spikes slam into the camera, suckers seemingly plastered onto the TV.
&#8220;Octopus!&#8221;
Sigh. &#8220;Yes [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com/2009/02/07/conversation-with-evie/</link>
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		<title>Awake</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Several people walk into the frigid room,
black jackets and black dresses sucking up
yellow dim light over static flower arrangements.
They come in with straight faces and cast
slow moving looks into the casket.
They all kneel before him, even the agnostics
assume my grandfather&#8217;s religion.
They form a line before my father,
these same people in bright clothes last
October lined up [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com/2008/07/26/awake/</link>
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		<title>The Man at the Bar</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The man sitting at the bar motions for me to give him another drink. He is drinking whiskey and water. He has been here since my shift began two hours ago. Every once in a while he looks up from his glass to watch the people coming in or to look at the television.
Alex Trabeck [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com/2008/07/25/the-man-at-the-bar/</link>
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		<title>Presumption</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I looked up from my newspaper and glanced upon a dark man in a dark overcoat. Our eyes met and we stared at each other for a few seconds. I looked away self-consciously, but I still gave several furtive glances at him as I pretended to read my newspaper. He lit a cigarette and peered [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com/2008/07/24/presumption/</link>
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		<title>Death Match: Accessibility Versus Creativity</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Somewhere there has got to be a great universal formula that can precisely indicate how much creativity a web page can take before your visitors go from Oh wow to Ah shucks. I will attempt to begin that journey now, here, in full naked view knowing that few will agree with my presumptions and fleeting [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com/2008/06/21/accessibility-vs-creativity/</link>
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		<title>Sunday Launch Mayhem</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This past Sunday we re-launched the Avid Community site. Since we were finally able to start the development of it about a month ago, we&#8217;ve had quite a hectic time. Sunday turned out to be a planned 3-5 hour launch cycle to a nearly 12 hour marathon. So, I grabbed a few photos, put them [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://alteredprose.pifalo.com/2008/03/20/sunday-launch-mayhem/</link>
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