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Written by mary
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Thursday, 27 July 2006 |
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With hard drives crashing all around us, we're finally up and running again (we hope for good this time). We're in the process of getting some new content written and we are still always looking for more articles to be posted here on the site. If you've got a good article (review, commentary or otherwise) please drop us a line at vicarious @ theplainjane.com (get rid of the spaces!). Stay tuned!
(PS - If you emailed any stories to us in the last 2 weeks or so, you should probably send it in again as we have lost all past emails and articles sent to us, except for the ones that have already been published on our site. Thanks.) |
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Written by Franklin Berry
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Wednesday, 12 July 2006 |
 It was somewhere in the desert outside of Gallup, New Mexico that I first began speaking to the gas door release latch in my car. I'd been driving for several days, with no music, a smoldering hangover, and too much coffee coursing through my body. Although the latch proved itself to be a witty conversationalist, I decided to that I should stop somewhere and purchase a radio. |
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Written by Kelly N. Patterson
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Wednesday, 05 July 2006 |
 You may have never heard of me (good! I cannot afford any new enemies!), but I was a pretty big deal covering the arts and entertainment scene in Miami, press coordinator for Art Basel Miami Beach 2005, blah, blah, blah. So just over a month ago, I move to the Nation’s Capital, and my first impression? “Dude, if I had a proctology clinic here, I would make a fortune in this city!” Alas, last Sunday night, at Columbia Heights’ pride and coy watering hole, the Wonderland Ballroom, I witnessed something that gave me hope for this seemingly constipated city.
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Written by Michael Bret Hood
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Wednesday, 28 June 2006 |
 I love my wife dearly, but when we decided to repaint a room in our house, I had no idea of the craziness that would follow. For men like me…well…color used to be such a simple thing. From our first eight-pack Crayola box, we learned about rainbows. Red, green, yellow, black and blue became staples in our younger years and helped us to describe the things we saw. With some trepidation, we managed to understand the delineation of colors in the 128 pack of Crayola crayons and we later understood that the multitude of magical names was needed to advance our young minds. |
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Written by Leila Cohan
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Wednesday, 21 June 2006 |
 One night in my first week of my junior year abroad in London, I prepared to go to School Disco. School Disco is a peculiarly British institution. Held at a few clubs (including the bar on my university’s campus), School Disco is a dance night where everyone goes in their old school uniforms, a feat made possible by the fact that almost every school in England has uniforms. As a product of American public schools, I had no such uniform and was thus forced to improvise. |
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