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	<title>Digital Demolition</title>
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	<description>[   I reject your reality and substitute my own... ]</description>
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		<title>I can&#8217;t think of a clever title. Airports suck. How&#8217;s that?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m quite sure there are countless posts about how much flying sucks.
Not the flight itself, unless you&#8217;re trapped next to the 300-lb bearded lady and the squalling infants are seated right behind you.
The airline stewards are usually pretty nice. They do know, after all, the indignity and lines you&#8217;ve been through so far to get [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Brevity gets my vote</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Remember when there was work without email?
Then there was email, but only at work.
Then there was your personal email and your work email. (Back when editors and writers had spirited discussions about using &#8220;E-mail&#8221; or &#8220;Electronic Mail [E-mail] or &#8220;email&#8221; in print.)
Then you bought a domain, and had just one email address because it was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://digitaldemolition.com/brevity/</link>
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		<title>No act of kindness is wasted</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Edited to add: yes, the title is cheesy and overused and on posters and motivational calendars everywhere. But cut me some slack, OK? It was four in the morning and I wasn&#8217;t firing on all cylinders.
Dave and I were on our way out of Crescent City, CA. I was driving because he hadn&#8217;t slept well [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://digitaldemolition.com/kindness/</link>
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		<title>Stomping out your circle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I spend some time in a cabin in the woods. Its snowy and quiet and lovely (except when the cabin mates decide to all come up simultaneously, which is makes it crowded and not so relaxing). Last night&#8217;s drive was an exceptionally hard one &#8211; a three-hour trip took nearly seven hours. This included more [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://digitaldemolition.com/stomping-out-your-circle/</link>
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		<title>Cory&#8217;s stories &#8211; part 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Cory has been a good friend of mine for more than 20 years. I wouldn’t say that we’re close now – life does have a way of rending friends from one another without careful care – but each time I see him, it is a joyous and all-too-short encounter. I thought that one day I&#8217;d [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://digitaldemolition.com/cory-stories-1/</link>
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		<title>I am the god of fake dead cats</title>
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A long time ago I was downloading nearly every free application for my iPhone. (I think the original goal – to fill up all nine screens of the phone to try to get Weather and Stocks to fall off the backside – failed.) The experiment left me with a lot of apps still to delete, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://digitaldemolition.com/i-am-the-god-of-fake-dead-cats/</link>
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		<title>Where is the bridge?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today, over at the Fluent Self, Havi asks the question, &#8220;where is the bridge?&#8221; I read her post and the comments right before my morning meditate-y thing. Even though I was trying to intention myself into calmness and strength, that bridge question lurked around the back of my head, like the monster that hides just [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://digitaldemolition.com/bridge/</link>
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		<title>Off balance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes when I’m doing the Dance of Shiva in the mirror, I feel like a fucked-up cheerleader. It’s hard to resist the temptation to snap into every position (three years of marching band in high school will do that to you). Most of the time when I start feeling really cheeky and flow-y, I throw [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://digitaldemolition.com/off-balance/</link>
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		<title>Observations from inside</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You walk up the street quickly – but not too much so, your body a study in casual indifference. You’re dressed not too anything &#8230;. neither too nice nor too grubby. You look ahead &#8230; not too high and not too low. Your demeanor is a tribute to many years living in a city.
You look [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://digitaldemolition.com/observation/</link>
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		<title>Writing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I stopped writing in 1990.
Before 1990, I was always writing. Letters that friends would never see. Really bad poems that only an adolescent mind would commit to paper. Documenting hanging in the coop yard with the chickens. Notes to pass in class. Later journaling college angst and romantic musing. Lots of questions, few answers. More [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://digitaldemolition.com/writing/</link>
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