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		<title>Click, thud</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You remember how the lens squeezed
unimportant details into stillness:
the essential trail of rain down glass,
the plummet of autumn dead leaves,
your grandfather&#8217;s last blink when
the breath moved on.
Your startled hands compressed
the shutter when you realized: this is it,
this is the last movement he will take
away from the silent fall of morphine,
beyond the soft gasp of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Attention, world.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Contrary to popular belief, I have not died and gone to heaven; I have merely gone down the never-ending rabbit hole of binge coding and sporadic reading. I am still breathing.
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		<link>http://nodebox.metaforix.net/asides/316/attention-world</link>
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		<title>Count &#8216;em, 10 days of freedom</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Why hello there, (temporary) liberty, you&#8217;ve been a long time coming   You sure weren&#8217;t easy to come by&#8230;
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		<link>http://nodebox.metaforix.net/asides/309/count-em-10-days-of-freedom</link>
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		<title>12/12</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today, I am a 1-year soldier.
12/12/2009 marks a year into my 2-year bond in serving the nation. It has been a hard-fought journey, though some might not believe it to be so. At each stage of the way, I&#8217;ve had friends who&#8217;ve helped me along, encouraged me, and  maybe most importantly, were there to go [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nodebox.metaforix.net/personal/307/1212</link>
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		<title>Everything is possible again</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Browsing in Borders earlier, I came across Jonathan Safran Foer&#8217;s new book on his journey in vegetarianism. He writes that on the birth of his son, a friend commented that &#8220;everything is possible again&#8221;.
While this quote is not attributable to Foer, it nonetheless speaks powerfully to me of hope &#8211; hope that with a new [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nodebox.metaforix.net/rambling/305/everything-is-possible-again</link>
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		<title>Staying, going</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My house says to me, &#8220;Do not leave me, for here dwells your past.&#8221;
And the road says to me, &#8220;Come and follow me, for I am your future.&#8221;
And I say to both my house and the road, &#8220;I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The paradox of money, credit and debt</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In a sleepy European holiday resort town in a depressed economy and therefore no visitors, there is great excitement when a wealthy Russian guest appears in the local hotel reception, announces that he intends to stay for an extended period and places a €100 note on the counter as surety while he demands to be [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nodebox.metaforix.net/rambling/300/the-paradox-of-money-credit-and-debt</link>
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		<title>Guard dog? Nay&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My dog would make a terrible guard dog&#8230; She doesn&#8217;t bark, will excitedly welcome any stranger into the house and will accept bribes of food or belly-rubs. (But mostly food.)
Traitorous dog, tsk.

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		<link>http://nodebox.metaforix.net/asides/295/guard-dog-nay</link>
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		<title>On Love</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.
-Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer
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		<link>http://nodebox.metaforix.net/rambling/294/on-love</link>
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		<title>On dying, and memory</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://nodebox.metaforix.net/rambling/292/on-dying-and-memory</link>
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