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		<title>By: &#187; Madness in the Air We&#039;re All Mad Here</title>
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		<description>[...] If you were in the Beaver Library last night, you probably saw a girl who looked relatively frazzled. She was aimlessly wondering the stacks pulling books, flipping through the table of contents, re-shelving with meticulous OCD, moving to the next book. So on and so forth. She collapses in front of the vintage Dear Abby and Anne Landers books, gets up looking white as a ghost as she looks for a connection between the archaic advice columns and web 2.0. She moves back to the business books. On to the self help books. The children&#8217;s books. Rushing frantically around looking for a lost notepad and proposal on the shelves somewhere. Fidgeting at a table, staring blankly ahead at the gorgeous river surround by hills of fall foliage struggling against the winter breeze. Looking for answers amongst the shelves has always been a favorite past time of mine. [...]</description>
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