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	<title>Comments on: Style, cramped</title>
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	<description>Ryan Bilsborrow-Koo tries to start a film career in New York, without going to film school; hilarity ensues.</description>
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		<title>By: No Film School &#187; You can‚Äôt always get what you want</title>
		<link>http://nofilmschool.com/2005/09/style-cramped/#comment-148</link>
		<dc:creator>No Film School &#187; You can‚Äôt always get what you want</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2006 17:45:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] After the interview and while I was waiting to hear back from New York, I went back to my hometown of Durham, North Carolina. Despite the fact that none of my college friends were living anywhere near the south, and despite the utter lack of social or creative infrastructure I had in the area, I was tied to NC for one reason: physical therapy. I won‚Äôt go into a long history of my right-shoulder maladies&#8211;this post is already approaching novella length&#8211;so here is a quick summary: I started having shoulder problems sophomore year in college, and over the last five years I‚Äôve seen seven shoulder doctors, done thousands of hours of physical therapy, had countless MRIs and X-rays, and undergone two surgeries. This is another post in and of itself, but suffice it to say, I‚Äôve had to really scrap to get the shoulder to the point it is now (some doctors&#8211;and even friends&#8211;told me to give up and just live with it). Right now, on a good day, the beleaguered joint is probably at 80% of ‚Äúnormal.‚Äù So what happened to it in the first place? Nothing, or too much&#8211;take your pick. I‚Äôll explain it some other time, if anyone cares. Regardless, I finally found a terrific physical therapist in Cary, NC, and over the past four months, the shoulder has made a lot of progress. I‚Äôve been able to play basketball again (except for that other setback), and I even picked up the camera a couple of times. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] After the interview and while I was waiting to hear back from New York, I went back to my hometown of Durham, North Carolina. Despite the fact that none of my college friends were living anywhere near the south, and despite the utter lack of social or creative infrastructure I had in the area, I was tied to NC for one reason: physical therapy. I won‚Äôt go into a long history of my right-shoulder maladies&#8211;this post is already approaching novella length&#8211;so here is a quick summary: I started having shoulder problems sophomore year in college, and over the last five years I‚Äôve seen seven shoulder doctors, done thousands of hours of physical therapy, had countless MRIs and X-rays, and undergone two surgeries. This is another post in and of itself, but suffice it to say, I‚Äôve had to really scrap to get the shoulder to the point it is now (some doctors&#8211;and even friends&#8211;told me to give up and just live with it). Right now, on a good day, the beleaguered joint is probably at 80% of ‚Äúnormal.‚Äù So what happened to it in the first place? Nothing, or too much&#8211;take your pick. I‚Äôll explain it some other time, if anyone cares. Regardless, I finally found a terrific physical therapist in Cary, NC, and over the past four months, the shoulder has made a lot of progress. I‚Äôve been able to play basketball again (except for that other setback), and I even picked up the camera a couple of times. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: No Film School &#187; A basketball TV show that&#8217;s better than most basketball movies</title>
		<link>http://nofilmschool.com/2005/09/style-cramped/#comment-60</link>
		<dc:creator>No Film School &#187; A basketball TV show that&#8217;s better than most basketball movies</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2005 19:51:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Basketball season is about to be underway, and here I am with a busted ankle. So how do I get my roundball fix? Vicariously, through the pacifying device. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Basketball season is about to be underway, and here I am with a busted ankle. So how do I get my roundball fix? Vicariously, through the pacifying device. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: J</title>
		<link>http://nofilmschool.com/2005/09/style-cramped/#comment-41</link>
		<dc:creator>J</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2005 16:15:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This picture reminds me of that scene in "Good Morning, Viet-nam" when Robin Williams goes into the GI bar with Forest Whitiker and the owner of the place keeps asking for naked pictures of Yuel Brinner.  Then later in the film, he asks Robin Williams for pictures of "them sexy GI ankles."  Or maybe I'm just thinking about that particular scene since I just showed "Good Morning Viet-nam" to my girlfriend two days ago.  Either way, you got some sexy (albeit, swollen) GI (or in this case, civilian) ankles.  Feelin' your pain....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This picture reminds me of that scene in &#8220;Good Morning, Viet-nam&#8221; when Robin Williams goes into the GI bar with Forest Whitiker and the owner of the place keeps asking for naked pictures of Yuel Brinner.  Then later in the film, he asks Robin Williams for pictures of &#8220;them sexy GI ankles.&#8221;  Or maybe I&#8217;m just thinking about that particular scene since I just showed &#8220;Good Morning Viet-nam&#8221; to my girlfriend two days ago.  Either way, you got some sexy (albeit, swollen) GI (or in this case, civilian) ankles.  Feelin&#8217; your pain&#8230;.</p>
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