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	<title>Comments on: the past is present</title>
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	<description>wanderings virtual and real</description>
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		<title>By: JP</title>
		<link>http://flaneuse.org/2009/01/28/the-past-is-present/#comment-13970</link>
		<dc:creator>JP</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 04:08:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, I had to check the picture and, no, really, it's not bad at all.  A picture of me and my 8th grade girlfriend (she was in 9th!) showed up recently.  I actually was happy to see it.

I have just allowed my name to be seen by people who aren't my friends on Facebook.  When I signed up you still had to be affiliated with a school/university and I just didn't want to deal with it.  I checked it out mostly to see what my tech-happy friends were so excited about.

It creeped me out when a female out-of-town friend asked me to dinner as a comment on my status.

Today a student, whom I don't know well, asked me if I was on facebook.  I don't think I'm ready for students-who-aren't-really-friends to be my facebook friends.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, I had to check the picture and, no, really, it&#8217;s not bad at all.  A picture of me and my 8th grade girlfriend (she was in 9th!) showed up recently.  I actually was happy to see it.</p>
<p>I have just allowed my name to be seen by people who aren&#8217;t my friends on Facebook.  When I signed up you still had to be affiliated with a school/university and I just didn&#8217;t want to deal with it.  I checked it out mostly to see what my tech-happy friends were so excited about.</p>
<p>It creeped me out when a female out-of-town friend asked me to dinner as a comment on my status.</p>
<p>Today a student, whom I don&#8217;t know well, asked me if I was on facebook.  I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;m ready for students-who-aren&#8217;t-really-friends to be my facebook friends.</p>
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		<title>By: Pantelis (peter) Tsapellas</title>
		<link>http://flaneuse.org/2009/01/28/the-past-is-present/#comment-13967</link>
		<dc:creator>Pantelis (peter) Tsapellas</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 01:52:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know the feeling and experienced what I would like to call past life comic/black-mailable
photographic encounters, but I think of it like this: all my experiences are steps to be climbed (the good, bad, and silly)
the trick of it is not to get stuck on a landing for too long, get help from friends and family during the tough part of the climb, 
climb together with family and friends during the easy parts and just keep on trucking up the steps.
 I am the sum of my steps</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know the feeling and experienced what I would like to call past life comic/black-mailable<br />
photographic encounters, but I think of it like this: all my experiences are steps to be climbed (the good, bad, and silly)<br />
the trick of it is not to get stuck on a landing for too long, get help from friends and family during the tough part of the climb,<br />
climb together with family and friends during the easy parts and just keep on trucking up the steps.<br />
 I am the sum of my steps</p>
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