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	<title>Comments on: Memory, Growth,&#160;Love</title>
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		<title>By: Jessica Doyle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jessica Doyle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2007 21:50:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>"Maybe one day…" describes this well.

As for the first time in history you may be right. I think about the cave paintings in France. Those people who drew them had to suspect they would survive for some length of time for those who came after, to see and add to.  

History repeating itself digitally…</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Maybe one day…&#8221; describes this well.</p>
<p>As for the first time in history you may be right. I think about the cave paintings in France. Those people who drew them had to suspect they would survive for some length of time for those who came after, to see and add to.  </p>
<p>History repeating itself digitally…</p>
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		<title>By: Justin Ruckman</title>
		<link>http://centripetalnotion.com/2007/03/21/21:39:34/#comment-55259</link>
		<dc:creator>Justin Ruckman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 13:18:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I'm hesitant to ever say anything like "the first time in history", maybe "now more than ever" but even that does me wrong. I see where you're going though.

Holding on to a person's screenname, that's perfect. Kind of a digital manifestation of retrospective uncertainty. "Maybe one day ...", etc.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m hesitant to ever say anything like &#8220;the first time in history&#8221;, maybe &#8220;now more than ever&#8221; but even that does me wrong. I see where you&#8217;re going though.</p>
<p>Holding on to a person&#8217;s screenname, that&#8217;s perfect. Kind of a digital manifestation of retrospective uncertainty. &#8220;Maybe one day &#8230;&#8221;, etc.</p>
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		<title>By: Jessica Doyle</title>
		<link>http://centripetalnotion.com/2007/03/21/21:39:34/#comment-54936</link>
		<dc:creator>Jessica Doyle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 06:19:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A friend of mine was over today for dinner. He began talking about how he still sees "her" name on msn messenger. I asked why he doesn't block it? He says he doesn't understand why she doesn't block him. It has been a year since they broke up. This little tiny name he sees everyday reminds him of the pain near the end of his relationship with her.

Perhaps this is the first time in history that everyone is a creator, that is, an artist. An artist paints it out, writes it out, records it out anyway she/he can. The world populace can now do the same. The only difference is that it is public where in the past only a select few may have seen the painting or read the book or listened to the music.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A friend of mine was over today for dinner. He began talking about how he still sees &#8220;her&#8221; name on msn messenger. I asked why he doesn&#8217;t block it? He says he doesn&#8217;t understand why she doesn&#8217;t block him. It has been a year since they broke up. This little tiny name he sees everyday reminds him of the pain near the end of his relationship with her.</p>
<p>Perhaps this is the first time in history that everyone is a creator, that is, an artist. An artist paints it out, writes it out, records it out anyway she/he can. The world populace can now do the same. The only difference is that it is public where in the past only a select few may have seen the painting or read the book or listened to the music.</p>
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