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That's how I feel

I read this quote from Junot Diaz at Bookslut:

...Any chance I get, I fucking talk about Rutgers. It was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life, I will not lie. From the neighborhood I came from, I was literally intellectually starving. I was an incredibly bright kid outside of Perth Amboy, and going to Rutgers was sort of like someone who never had vitamin C their whole life. They're dying from fucking intellectual scurvy and rickets, and somebody gives them a fucking orange. It changed my life...

You know, if you removed the name "Rutgers" and inserted "blogging", that would describe exactly how I feel.

Blogging's this scurvy wench's orange.

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Anonymous said…
Just a shout from across time, Rayne, with memories of Salon days. I do visit from time to time, but am not even remotely up to speed on your corner of American politics to perceive or comment. I just know that we're on the same (the right) side of the big fence!
9/30/2007 01:39:00 AM
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