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	<title>Comments on: On the George Washington Bridge Project: Tumblin Tumbleweeds</title>
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		<title>By: c.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 03:58:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&quot;Because I didn’t take a photograph of this, it may or may not have happened.&quot;

This distills the entire, disorienting, &quot;before/after&quot; quality  I keep increasingly experiencing in my personal life, between my memories of life before 2000 (which is the bulk of it), and since.  Oddly, the section since 2000, documented in a bazillion photos and long emails to people, seems less real than the nearly undocumented prior decades.

Is a personal, remembered experience just simply that much more vivid than a virtual, electronic version of it?  Or is youth just more substantial than middle age?

In fact, wasn&#039;t the tumbleweed a shared moment of living in the present, whereas all our electronic media is about freezing and cataloguing the past?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Because I didn’t take a photograph of this, it may or may not have happened.&#8221;</p>
<p>This distills the entire, disorienting, &#8220;before/after&#8221; quality  I keep increasingly experiencing in my personal life, between my memories of life before 2000 (which is the bulk of it), and since.  Oddly, the section since 2000, documented in a bazillion photos and long emails to people, seems less real than the nearly undocumented prior decades.</p>
<p>Is a personal, remembered experience just simply that much more vivid than a virtual, electronic version of it?  Or is youth just more substantial than middle age?</p>
<p>In fact, wasn&#8217;t the tumbleweed a shared moment of living in the present, whereas all our electronic media is about freezing and cataloguing the past?</p>
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		<title>By: John Anthony</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 13:52:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[a friend of mine is on the verge of divorce and then his hardrive crashed and he lost like 3 years worth of family photos, which he didn&#039;t have backed up, and so now he&#039;s devestated he&#039;s losing his real and his virtual memories at the same time.

my aa/hiv sponsor once told me, &quot;just when you think your life is falling apart, that is when it is really all coming together.&quot;

it turns out he was right then, and now.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>a friend of mine is on the verge of divorce and then his hardrive crashed and he lost like 3 years worth of family photos, which he didn&#8217;t have backed up, and so now he&#8217;s devestated he&#8217;s losing his real and his virtual memories at the same time.</p>
<p>my aa/hiv sponsor once told me, &#8220;just when you think your life is falling apart, that is when it is really all coming together.&#8221;</p>
<p>it turns out he was right then, and now.</p>
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