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	<title>Melissa Gira Grant</title>
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		<title>New Zeroes: A Wayback Machine for everything else</title>
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Tonight I&#8217;m placing ten years worth of clips, press hits, photos, diaries, manuscripts, cribs from my lectures, notes from other people&#8217;s lectures, letters, and really sketchy wireframe illustrations in archival boxes. (I mean, really sketchy, and really too many of them. If I actually created all of the websites I&#8217;ve mocked up&#8230;)
I am also watching [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.melissagira.com/2010/01/01/new-zeroes-a-wayback-machine-for-everything-else/</link>
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		<title>Here&#8217;s Your Fucking Jetpack: The 00&#8217;s &amp; the Sex Future That Wasn&#8217;t</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ me, 02 december 2000, 3 am
The noughties. When it seemed like a fitting moment (and a previously unblogged niche) to hold forth on the future of sex. Which I did, from 2005 to 2008, at Sexerati, and for a half-dozen episodes of a video podcast, The Future of Sex. Which I did before that, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.melissagira.com/2009/12/22/heres-your-fucking-jetpack-the-00s-the-sex-future-that-wasnt/</link>
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		<title>Doing It Professionally</title>
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(on one of my last cafe days, East Village, 2009)
(I meant this to be a much longer and thoughtful sort of retrospective, sum-it-all-up, make-it-all-make-sense sort of blog post. But in the interest of moving my life along rather than documenting the back story perfectly, here it is:)
On Wednesday I&#8217;ll be joining the staff of the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.melissagira.com/2009/10/19/doing-it-professionally/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;Dear Internet&#8221;</title>
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Today I put into play something I&#8217;d put in my own diary about a month ago: slowblogging, a microperformance, a call to action best answered by just a small handful of people. For three hours, I invited anybody who wanted to come get a private reading from my diary, if they managed to catch the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.melissagira.com/2009/10/12/dear-internet/</link>
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		<title>Under the umbrella of sex: or, Foucault&#8217;s wet dream</title>
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Two weeks ago, my new New York pal Kat Bridgeman (who has given me permission to call her fella) invited me to an unconference that she&#8217;d helped to organize, and at breakneck speed. SocialChangeCamp was for internet people and non-profit people to get together and figure out the answer to everything, or at least as [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.melissagira.com/2009/10/07/under-the-umbrella-of-sex/</link>
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		<title>Blonde Salvation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve spent two days being throttled by the change of seasons (and how Californian my internal climate is) and sniffles and enjoying falling headlong into memory and sketching out, if I wanted to, what story I&#8217;d tell for myself and my growing up. Because it always feels good to go back, but especially when you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.melissagira.com/2009/10/04/blonde-salvation/</link>
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		<title>New York (The First 6 Months, roughly)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You see I am already poisoned by New York Media: I am turning in a listicle about a deep, personal experience! I will not get paid for it unless it performs well, but no one has told me what the metric is. That may be how much you touch it on Twitter, or touch yourself [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.melissagira.com/2009/10/01/new-york-the-first-6-months/</link>
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		<title>&#8220;where is your line?&#8221;: how we&#8217;re opening up consent</title>
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I&#8217;ve been working this summer not only documenting online advocacy campaigns, but launching one with filmmaker Nancy Schwartzman: where is your line? Using Nancy&#8217;s personal documentary film THE LINE as its center, we&#8217;re going to be throwing the questions raised by her story back to our audiences: how do we express consent for what we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.melissagira.com/2009/09/28/where-is-your-line-how-were-opening-up-consent/</link>
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		<title>Naturally Indignant</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ashley Dupré has returned as blogger-savant on the whoring condition, pointing out a little helpfully that all women exchange sex for something at least sometimes. After printing Dupré&#8217;s blog post in its entirety, the Post sent two reporters out on the street (which is definitely not the same metaphorical street where reporters go look for [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.melissagira.com/2009/09/06/naturally-indignant/</link>
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		<title>Claiming &#8220;Spitzer 2.0&#8243; as a headline before everybody else does</title>
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Laugh, cry, rend your fishnets and ask for extra credit: Eliot Spitzer is now an adjunct political science professor at City College of New York, teaching a three hour section once a week on law and public policy. In another reality commanded by the New York Post, he&#8217;s also plotting a return to office.
I was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.melissagira.com/2009/09/02/claiming-spitzer-20-as-a-headline/</link>
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