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	<title>Comments on: ephemeral thoughts</title>
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		<title>By: james</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 04:54:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>on one hand it seems like forever ago, these fifteen years, and yet the other hand is like hold on, what's so different, what's changed? that hand knows you and so many others, lives the  continuity. and that other hand has no sense of history, doesn't know or even wanna know about webcams pointing at coffeepots or ftp or message boards or or or... and our feet? our feet still remember the days before computer screens and screeds. typewriters and tape decks and records shops and maybe even letters and postcards, checks, exact change. in ten years it'll be library stacks and books. a past encumbered/unnumbered by things. strange indeed to stand in this threshold.</description>
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