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  <title>epitaphic rhyme</title>
  <subtitle>Journal of Benton Fraser</subtitle>
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    <name>Benton Fraser</name>
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  <updated>2008-03-13T20:14:24Z</updated>
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    <title>Playlist</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T20:14:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T20:14:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;b&gt;∫ &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hey Rosetta - Yes, Yes, Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's messy but you'll make it right, you don't want pity you want pride, a king, a lion, a god among men and children who cry when the thunder begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;∫ &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Christine Fellows - The Spinster's Almanac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One concession for the hens destined for slaughter:&lt;br /&gt;I read them poetry&lt;br /&gt;They like the Yeats the best&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, so do I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;∫ &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tom Cochrane - Ragged Ass Road&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movin' out feel the wind in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun shines at night, I can take you there&lt;br /&gt;To the land of the midnight sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;∫ &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Basia Bulat - Snakes and Ladders&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper shakers over your shoulders, cross your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know it's bad luck to stay in one place for too long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;∫ &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton - Doctor Blind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lack of Light&lt;br /&gt;Hollow Sea&lt;br /&gt;Poison Beaches&lt;br /&gt;Limousines&lt;br /&gt;Toothless Dentists&lt;br /&gt;Cops That Kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;∫ &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Immaculate Machine - So Cynical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end of the world just 'cause the sun is slowly burning out&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time to take the world in our hands and shake it 'til it gives us what we want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RCYUWGQE"&gt;Listen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:alugsukat:927</id>
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    <title>alugsukat @ 2008-03-11T18:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T22:29:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T17:26:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  Benton Fraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D.O.B.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; April 30, 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOB.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Librarian and all-purpose supply teacher:  arts and social sciences preferred, but can handle just about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YEARS SERVED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Brand-new to St Jude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDUCATION.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fraser was home schooled by his grandparents until beginning university, where he majored in English and minored in Circumpolar Studies and Subarctic Archaeology (sometimes you just need an easy grade) and then did a one year post-grad in Library Sciences.  As with most High North schooling, his university classes we done via correspondence and through a variety of schools:  YukonU, University of the Arctic, and the University of Athabasca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DESCRIPTION.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a purely physical level, he is of average height (5'11"), fairly well built, comfortable and aware of his limits, physically self-reliant, numerous scars from old, mostly childhood injuries (minor frostbite, knife-lines from fishing, etc.), and average sight, better than average hearing and taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of clothing, Fraser's work suits are neat and well-mended, but they have been mended.  On weekends, he refers blue plaid shirt, jeans, boots or sneakers. Likes to wear red longjohns to bed in winter; white t-shirt and starched(!) boxer shorts in hotter months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERSONALITY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The most common response to meeting Fraser is to ask just what planet this guy came from.  He is exceedingly polite and prefers to suppress his emotions; expect a constant, small smile rather than any actual display of displeasure or enjoyment.  Despite his vast, nearly encyclopaedic knowledge, he is still innocent (uncomprehending?) when it comes to interpersonal relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the bare essentials of life, his apartment is almost entirely bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HISTORY &amp; FAMILY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fraser grew up in Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Alert, Nunavut, and Tuktoyaktuk, Northwest Territories. He was raised by his grandparents, who were traveling librarians. His mother, Caroline, was killed when he was a boy, and his father, Bob Fraser, is a legendary member of the RCMP.  When he was 16, he ran away due to some incident involving a boomerang, a can of gas and a gold mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he finished his post-grad work and teacher's college, he took one of the special offers given by the Ministry of Northern Affairs and in return for teaching in various isolated communities paid off his student debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraser left the North for undisclosed reasons, but with good references, and answered the first advertisement that appealed.  This is his first time in America and in a major city and he's slightly homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OTHER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fraser does not own a car, and never has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canonically, he can talk to his father's ghost and has had a few mystical experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't smoke or drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUN NAME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; AGH-takh, bringer of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONTACT INFO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  takhys on AIM and IRC</content>
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