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		<title>Regretting</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m already regretting blogging again.  Time consuming.  Opening me up to trouble.  Doesn&#8217;t pay the bills.  That and I can never decide on a theme or a format for my blog.  Perhaps one of my readers &#8212; if I have any still &#8212; can recommend a better theme on Wordpress? [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I should start blogging again</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This is a new format for me.  Still figuring out Wordpress since Rudius shut down.  Hope to blog more soon.  Best.
-judd
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		<title>Damn You Stephen Hawking</title>
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Watch here for the high quality Vimeo version, and click the arrows in the lower right corner for full screen:

Funny or Die Version version here:

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		<title>Dea Ex Machina</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Logging on to my email account, I was pleased to find a message from Evelyn, an ex-girlfriend, whom I hadn&#8217;t seen in years. Last I&#8217;d heard, Evelyn was married, with twins, living in San Francisco where she ran a store that sold stained glass.
I was less pleased after I read her message:
Judd-My husband and I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://juddtrichter.com/filth/dea-ex-machina/</link>
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		<title>The Jew&#8217;s Tale</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I wanted to get my watch fixed before I hung myself. The battery had run out weeks before, and I hadn&#8217;t the energy to replace it. Nor the money. And then I worked all month painting walls, loading trucks and folding shirts until the holidays came. I made some deliveries and held a sign on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Procreant</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Intimate Relationship #9.5 is pregnant. She informed me of this while we were eating lunch at a diner in West Hollywood.
&#8220;We&#8217;re due in February!&#8221;
&#8220;Wow,&#8221; I said. &#8220;That&#8217;s great.&#8221;
&#8220;I can&#8217;t wait to tell my parents!&#8221;
&#8220;I&#8217;m sure they&#8217;ll be thrilled.&#8221;
There I was talking to someone I&#8217;d known for years, someone I&#8217;d lived with and been in a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Praise Monkey</title>
		<description><![CDATA[J- was sitting at his desk, at home, struggling, typing a report for The Patent Office when he heard a knock on his door. Must be my elderly neighbor, he assumed. Asking me to carry his groceries up the stairs again. I&#8217;ll have to talk to the building manager. Can&#8217;t have these disturbances while I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://juddtrichter.com/filth/praise-monkey/</link>
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		<title>The Blessed King</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was talking to Alan at the bagel shop one day when he told me he was thinking of killing himself. He&#8217;d had enough, he said. He was tired of living on the street. &#8220;All around me I&#8217;m surrounded by wealth, and I have nothing. Not even a place to wash.&#8221;
Alan is a large man, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://juddtrichter.com/filth/the-blessed-king/</link>
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		<title>Enter the Dragon!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There were neither doors nor windows in the room. How I&#8217;d entered, I could not recall. In fact, I could recall nothing. Not even my own name. I knew only what I could see before me. That I was seated on a cushion in front of a table full of raw fish. That I was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://juddtrichter.com/filth/enter-the-dragon/</link>
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		<title>Bernie Among the Nightingales</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was Arty from Philly who first told me about the project. A pilot. One hour. Written by a guy named Lonstein, a playwright I worked for back when I was a kid. Lonstein was as queer as a priest in Paris, but the sonofabitch could write. I asked Arty if there was a part [...]]]></description>
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