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[11 Feb 2010 | by Tim Kaul | No Comment]
[meet] The Same 10 Questions We Always Ask

1. Name, Age, Occupation: Jason Stepien, 29, bartender
2. What’s currently stored up on your DVR? If I had a DVR it would have True Blood, Mythbusters, and Man vs. Wild.
3. If you had to karaoke, what song would you choose? “A Boy Named Sue.”
4. What’s in your pocket? Two winning scratch lotto tickets, 63 cents, gum, nine pens, three lighters, a wine opener, a three-inch-thick “Costanza” wallet, a beer opener, a pocketknife, a flashlight, a cell phone that after a tragic accident at the lake was repaired with the defroster in my …

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[11 Feb 2010 | by Ashley Perkins | No Comment]
[go] A Guide to the North Side

I grew up in Park City. And I pretty much hated it. Since I went to Wichita schools, it meant I was far away from sleepovers and the mall, and going over to a friend’s house to hang out always seemed overly complicated. I lived north of Wichita for 22 years, and when my parents moved to the east side six and a half years ago, I didn’t think there would be any reason for me to go there again.
But, the more I thought about it, the more I felt …

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[10 Feb 2010 | by verb [ICT] staff | No Comment]
daily [snap] – Petroleum Club

Petroleum Club | Photo by Amy Delamaide

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[10 Feb 2010 | by Bailey Ketterman | 4 Comments]
[read] Five Books to Make You Sound Smart

I’m not going to say I sound like a genius all the time. I don’t know anything about technology, modern science, or theology. I can weigh in on politics and philosophy, but only because those only require offering an opinion, and I’m sure you all know by now I have plenty of those. However, as an English teacher, I am required to be well-read, and this has been my saving grace in many a conversation of the scholarly sort. True, it’s not every day that you find …

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[10 Feb 2010 | by Aimee Brock | 3 Comments]
[date] Meeting My Match: A New Hope

After taking brief hiatus from the dating game to attend a Tweetup (in San Francisco, of all places), I found myself back at square one. I had no dates lined up and an inbox full of neglected messages from would-be suitors awaiting my clever, charming and oh-so awkward responses. It was time to change my approach. Time to get serious. Or serious-er.
Dating is a lot like plate spinning, I imagine. When you’re indiscriminately pursuing all leads, regardless of your actual interest in them, it becomes a bit overwhelming. It takes …