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		<title>By: Sebastien Marion</title>
		<link>http://lindastone.net/talk-to-me/#comment-186</link>
		<dc:creator>Sebastien Marion</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 20:48:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My early adolescence was experienced in a Canadian tenement.  When not getting shooed away from the affluent park across the street, we played at Star Trek, each assuming a persona while mixing our slowly thawing freezes into a different spectrum of color before slowly relishing them.  On Christmas morning my father had arranged the entire living room area into a battlefield, the two inch off-yellow and green troops poised to engage upon our arrival.  In the Winter, much of our time was spent outdoors, building snow figures, makeshift igloos, or shoveling snow in the local field to skate.

Most of my memories are communal.  It wasn’t until the my teens that I randomly discovered Kerouac and began traveling both intellectually and physically (read: hitchhiking with an obscenely large cardboard thumb across several countries).  – am laughing to think about this now…</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My early adolescence was experienced in a Canadian tenement.  When not getting shooed away from the affluent park across the street, we played at Star Trek, each assuming a persona while mixing our slowly thawing freezes into a different spectrum of color before slowly relishing them.  On Christmas morning my father had arranged the entire living room area into a battlefield, the two inch off-yellow and green troops poised to engage upon our arrival.  In the Winter, much of our time was spent outdoors, building snow figures, makeshift igloos, or shoveling snow in the local field to skate.</p>
<p>Most of my memories are communal.  It wasn’t until the my teens that I randomly discovered Kerouac and began traveling both intellectually and physically (read: hitchhiking with an obscenely large cardboard thumb across several countries).  – am laughing to think about this now…</p>
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		<title>By: Eric Siegel</title>
		<link>http://lindastone.net/talk-to-me/#comment-183</link>
		<dc:creator>Eric Siegel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 15:54:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As young kids, several boys including my brother and me and other kids from our neighborhood, played two kinds of games.  First were regular sports games: baseball football etc;  second were made up war games in the the woods behind our house.  We were profoundly influenced by the television show Combat, and would each take roles from that show and divide up into armies, or sometimes not bother to divide and just attack an invisible enemy.

As I got a bit older, all of my playing was about music, almost all my friends from adolescence are musicians and many of them are still friends.  It was creative, participatory, and had great qualities of being both collaborative and competitive. 

Great to meet you this past wkend, you were a gracious introducer for this foo neophyte.  stay in touch!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As young kids, several boys including my brother and me and other kids from our neighborhood, played two kinds of games.  First were regular sports games: baseball football etc;  second were made up war games in the the woods behind our house.  We were profoundly influenced by the television show Combat, and would each take roles from that show and divide up into armies, or sometimes not bother to divide and just attack an invisible enemy.</p>
<p>As I got a bit older, all of my playing was about music, almost all my friends from adolescence are musicians and many of them are still friends.  It was creative, participatory, and had great qualities of being both collaborative and competitive. </p>
<p>Great to meet you this past wkend, you were a gracious introducer for this foo neophyte.  stay in touch!</p>
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		<title>By: michelle wood</title>
		<link>http://lindastone.net/talk-to-me/#comment-139</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 07:33:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Linda 

I would really like to connect with you in connection with your article on email apnea and breathing.  I have a breathing solution that is profound and was wondering if you would like to experience it

Mish</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Linda </p>
<p>I would really like to connect with you in connection with your article on email apnea and breathing.  I have a breathing solution that is profound and was wondering if you would like to experience it</p>
<p>Mish</p>
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		<title>By: Linda Stone</title>
		<link>http://lindastone.net/talk-to-me/#comment-35</link>
		<dc:creator>Linda Stone</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 16:22:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>George Dyson sent me the following story this morning: 

Julian Himely Bigelow, fourth of five siblings, was born on 19 March 1913 in Nutley, New Jersey--42 miles from Princeton. At the age of three, while staying with an aunt, “he found a screw driver, and removed all the door knobs and put them in a big pile, and it took him a really long time to put all these door knobs back.”</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>George Dyson sent me the following story this morning: </p>
<p>Julian Himely Bigelow, fourth of five siblings, was born on 19 March 1913 in Nutley, New Jersey&#8211;42 miles from Princeton. At the age of three, while staying with an aunt, “he found a screw driver, and removed all the door knobs and put them in a big pile, and it took him a really long time to put all these door knobs back.”</p>
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