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	<title>Comments on: Chibernation</title>
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		<title>By: Helga Koestler</title>
		<link>http://blogmsi.com/2010/01/chibernation/comment-page-1/#comment-3173</link>
		<dc:creator>Helga Koestler</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 18:32:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;Getting things done is not always what is most important. There is value in allowing others to learn, even if the task is not accomplished as quickly, efficiently or effectively.&quot;       -- R.D. Clyde</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Getting things done is not always what is most important. There is value in allowing others to learn, even if the task is not accomplished as quickly, efficiently or effectively.&#8221;       &#8212; R.D. Clyde</p>
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		<title>By: Alana</title>
		<link>http://blogmsi.com/2010/01/chibernation/comment-page-1/#comment-2904</link>
		<dc:creator>Alana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 18:06:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>After a childhood spent enduring 110 degree and 100% humidity summer days in southeast Texas, I&#039;ll gladly hobble through a Chicago winter to make it to the ultimate payoff: a Chicago summer. Beautiful summer days spent in full view of the most gorgeous gradient known to man, Lake Michigan.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After a childhood spent enduring 110 degree and 100% humidity summer days in southeast Texas, I&#8217;ll gladly hobble through a Chicago winter to make it to the ultimate payoff: a Chicago summer. Beautiful summer days spent in full view of the most gorgeous gradient known to man, Lake Michigan.</p>
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		<title>By: mbell</title>
		<link>http://blogmsi.com/2010/01/chibernation/comment-page-1/#comment-2863</link>
		<dc:creator>mbell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 21:24:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I like to enjoy my chibernation with a nice hot irish coffee, because it&#039;s really the only time you can order/drink them at a bar without getting weird cockeyed looks from bartenders, friends and complete strangers.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I like to enjoy my chibernation with a nice hot irish coffee, because it&#8217;s really the only time you can order/drink them at a bar without getting weird cockeyed looks from bartenders, friends and complete strangers.</p>
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		<title>By: Sheryl Kravitz</title>
		<link>http://blogmsi.com/2010/01/chibernation/comment-page-1/#comment-2858</link>
		<dc:creator>Sheryl Kravitz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 00:50:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Totally with you on your posting. Every year I find myself crossing a freezing dark street, muttering to myself, why do I live here, why do I live here, why do I live here.......and every year spring comes around I tend to forget how bad it is. It&#039;s kind of like child birth. You tend to block out the pain. Best, Sheryl.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Totally with you on your posting. Every year I find myself crossing a freezing dark street, muttering to myself, why do I live here, why do I live here, why do I live here&#8230;&#8230;.and every year spring comes around I tend to forget how bad it is. It&#8217;s kind of like child birth. You tend to block out the pain. Best, Sheryl.</p>
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