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	<title>Comments on: Cellular memories, a to z</title>
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		<title>By: The Great Whatsit &#187; The Missing Links</title>
		<link>http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/127#comment-250</link>
		<dc:creator>The Great Whatsit &#187; The Missing Links</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 14:13:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Two weeks ago in this space, Jeremy Zitter invited us to contemplate our “Cellular memories, A to Z” – to scroll down our cell phone memory lists and see who’s there. I don’t store many numbers in my cell phone, so my trip down that particular memory lane would be short and uninteresting. But there’s another catalogue of strange encounters that I love to periodically revisit: the sprawling, unruly, unweeded-out bookmarks list on my browser. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Two weeks ago in this space, Jeremy Zitter invited us to contemplate our “Cellular memories, A to Z” – to scroll down our cell phone memory lists and see who’s there. I don’t store many numbers in my cell phone, so my trip down that particular memory lane would be short and uninteresting. But there’s another catalogue of strange encounters that I love to periodically revisit: the sprawling, unruly, unweeded-out bookmarks list on my browser. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Scott Godfrey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Scott Godfrey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 22:37:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I found this entry comforting, much in the same way one feels an inner “all-right!” when correctly predicting the next line in a movie.  You are acting according to the plan (insert sinister laughter).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I found this entry comforting, much in the same way one feels an inner “all-right!” when correctly predicting the next line in a movie.  You are acting according to the plan (insert sinister laughter).</p>
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		<title>By: The Great Whatsit &#187; Lone lonely alone</title>
		<link>http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/127#comment-226</link>
		<dc:creator>The Great Whatsit &#187; Lone lonely alone</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Mar 2006 12:57:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Night one of post-relationship was hard (as expected), but I really wasn’t prepared for the shock of being alone. I made up my new bed, put on a twin sized sheet and fluffed the only pillow. I drank my tea alone, brushed my teeth alone, and listened to the stereo…alone. It was an uncomfortable new feeling and one that made me squirm. My automatic reaction was to pick up my cell phone and relieve my loneliness, but as I flipped through my contacts (…well, Cobble Hill Cinema is not a friend!) I realized I needed to sit with myself for awhile. I thought back to my first week in New York, days after leaving the Mission Training Center, listening to Wilco’s “Alone”. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Night one of post-relationship was hard (as expected), but I really wasn’t prepared for the shock of being alone. I made up my new bed, put on a twin sized sheet and fluffed the only pillow. I drank my tea alone, brushed my teeth alone, and listened to the stereo…alone. It was an uncomfortable new feeling and one that made me squirm. My automatic reaction was to pick up my cell phone and relieve my loneliness, but as I flipped through my contacts (…well, Cobble Hill Cinema is not a friend!) I realized I needed to sit with myself for awhile. I thought back to my first week in New York, days after leaving the Mission Training Center, listening to Wilco’s “Alone”. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: anonymous</title>
		<link>http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/127#comment-207</link>
		<dc:creator>anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 02:56:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>hmmm, can&#039;t tell you...my feelings toward you are too inappropriate to reveal myself. Maybe you&#039;ll find out later. Good story by the way. I didn&#039;t comment on how much I actually liked it last time</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hmmm, can&#8217;t tell you&#8230;my feelings toward you are too inappropriate to reveal myself. Maybe you&#8217;ll find out later. Good story by the way. I didn&#8217;t comment on how much I actually liked it last time</p>
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		<title>By: Bryan Waterman</title>
		<link>http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/127#comment-194</link>
		<dc:creator>Bryan Waterman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Mar 2006 12:24:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>does People podcast that shit?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>does People podcast that shit?</p>
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