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		<title>By: Shanghai Slim</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shanghai Slim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 04:02:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How about Pole Dancing? 

Not so much weight on the feet.

And besides, you&#039;ve always been interested in anything related to Poland.

Sending a bear hug your way from Shanghai ...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How about Pole Dancing? </p>
<p>Not so much weight on the feet.</p>
<p>And besides, you&#8217;ve always been interested in anything related to Poland.</p>
<p>Sending a bear hug your way from Shanghai &#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: absurdbeats</title>
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		<dc:creator>absurdbeats</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 03:55:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I took up throwing pots when I was at dissertation stage. Why not, I thought: I&#039;m always in my head; do me good to do something with my hands.

Damned near had a breakdown. I took a class (of course: I knew how to be a student), and went at it. And failed. And failed and failed and failed.

After one session of trying---and failing---to center the clay on the wheel, I almost cried. (Okay, I did tear up, but tried reallllllly hard to hide it.)

And then it hit me. I was ABD in my field, but a kindergartner when it came to pottery. I took a breath, took many breaths, and let it go.

Slowly, slowly, I learned. The clay would do what it would do. Let it go, and come back.

Yes, set the goal, and let the goal go. And keep coming back.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I took up throwing pots when I was at dissertation stage. Why not, I thought: I&#8217;m always in my head; do me good to do something with my hands.</p>
<p>Damned near had a breakdown. I took a class (of course: I knew how to be a student), and went at it. And failed. And failed and failed and failed.</p>
<p>After one session of trying&#8212;and failing&#8212;to center the clay on the wheel, I almost cried. (Okay, I did tear up, but tried reallllllly hard to hide it.)</p>
<p>And then it hit me. I was ABD in my field, but a kindergartner when it came to pottery. I took a breath, took many breaths, and let it go.</p>
<p>Slowly, slowly, I learned. The clay would do what it would do. Let it go, and come back.</p>
<p>Yes, set the goal, and let the goal go. And keep coming back.</p>
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