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		<title>By: My Level of Awareness &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Big Brother may be watching, but he definitely needs contacts</title>
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		<description>[...] I have posted before about my aversion to having my photo taken.  This is documented fact, easily verifiable by a quick check with any of my close friends.  I have one, dear, misguided, but lovable girlfriend who has asked me repeatedly to publish a picture of myself on my blog.  The ones I have posted in my armour apparently do not count.  Because, for warped reasons I don&#8217;t understand myself and don&#8217;t care to psychoanalyze, I have a hard time denying her anything, I have put a photo up in the &#8220;About&#8221; section of the blog.  To soften the blow of seeing me, in serious need of hair smoother and a good powder, it&#8217;s a pic taken with my far more photogenic son happily munching the lens cap of the Nikon.   It is a testimony to my deep love of my husband that I actually let him TOUCH the D50, let alone take off the lens cap. [...]</description>
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