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	<title>Comments on: Life Before There Were Cell Phones and Facebook. The Dark Ages?</title>
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		<title>By: Lisa Frazier</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lisa Frazier</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 05:30:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I enjoyed reading your blog.  I reflect on the topic often, and wonder if life is actually better as a result of our technological advances.  I mostly think about it as I walk the hallway of the community college where I teach, and watch as most students are occupied with their devices.  I miss the days when I was in college- we&#039;d actually talk with one another while waiting outside our classrooms.  I miss the simplicity, the demands, all those opportunities we had to develop patience.  I&#039;ve always considered myself somewhat progressive- but now (at 48) I&#039;m realizing I&#039;m nostalgic.  Mostly, I miss reality- the real, tangibility that the past held.
In the past, we actually had rules and boundaries- phones were connected to walls, with cords, and if someone called during dinner time, there was an unstated understanding that whoever it was on the other end of the line- must either be in a state of emergency- or someone rude- because &#039;who would call during dinner?&#039;  Now, I hear stories from my students who return &#039;texts&#039; while showering.  There are no boundaries and we are readily losing the generation(s) who held them, who know what they were. 
Now, there is no waiting; no editing; and a stream of consciousness that lacks consciousness.  Reality will probably only become more and more blurred and unreal as technology advances.  The crappy unraveling tape of the 8 track or cassette evoked emotion because a lot of choice was invested.  Nowadays, there&#039;s less disappointment; everything is at our fingertips- waiting- are you kidding me?  Who has time for that?  But the waiting we experienced in the past was full of anticipation- and fulfillment.  Yes, you had to wait for a response to a letter.  But what you eventually received was well worth it.  Surprisingly, it would arrive in your mailbox.  Handwritten expression- personal and tangible- save worthy would present itself to you softly.  And, in leisure or excitement- that letter gave time and choice- it didn&#039;t demand an immediate response- it respected your privacy and timing.  Mostly, it wasn&#039;t one of 100 others that you might have received that day.  It was special and meaningful.  I guess I feel like technology is stealing meaningfulness- the personal- the - in person - from our lives.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I enjoyed reading your blog.  I reflect on the topic often, and wonder if life is actually better as a result of our technological advances.  I mostly think about it as I walk the hallway of the community college where I teach, and watch as most students are occupied with their devices.  I miss the days when I was in college- we&#8217;d actually talk with one another while waiting outside our classrooms.  I miss the simplicity, the demands, all those opportunities we had to develop patience.  I&#8217;ve always considered myself somewhat progressive- but now (at 48) I&#8217;m realizing I&#8217;m nostalgic.  Mostly, I miss reality- the real, tangibility that the past held.<br />
In the past, we actually had rules and boundaries- phones were connected to walls, with cords, and if someone called during dinner time, there was an unstated understanding that whoever it was on the other end of the line- must either be in a state of emergency- or someone rude- because &#8216;who would call during dinner?&#8217;  Now, I hear stories from my students who return &#8216;texts&#8217; while showering.  There are no boundaries and we are readily losing the generation(s) who held them, who know what they were.<br />
Now, there is no waiting; no editing; and a stream of consciousness that lacks consciousness.  Reality will probably only become more and more blurred and unreal as technology advances.  The crappy unraveling tape of the 8 track or cassette evoked emotion because a lot of choice was invested.  Nowadays, there&#8217;s less disappointment; everything is at our fingertips- waiting- are you kidding me?  Who has time for that?  But the waiting we experienced in the past was full of anticipation- and fulfillment.  Yes, you had to wait for a response to a letter.  But what you eventually received was well worth it.  Surprisingly, it would arrive in your mailbox.  Handwritten expression- personal and tangible- save worthy would present itself to you softly.  And, in leisure or excitement- that letter gave time and choice- it didn&#8217;t demand an immediate response- it respected your privacy and timing.  Mostly, it wasn&#8217;t one of 100 others that you might have received that day.  It was special and meaningful.  I guess I feel like technology is stealing meaningfulness- the personal- the &#8211; in person &#8211; from our lives.</p>
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		<title>By: Arcadia Rink</title>
		<link>http://bs2sense.com/life-before-there-were-cell-phones-and-facebook-the-dark-ages/comment-page-1/#comment-47</link>
		<dc:creator>Arcadia Rink</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 21:44:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I loved your post and, yes, I am at the age where I can totally relate to every last section.  I think you should write a book about this subject.  I enjoyed going back to the past and remembering the era.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved your post and, yes, I am at the age where I can totally relate to every last section.  I think you should write a book about this subject.  I enjoyed going back to the past and remembering the era.</p>
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		<title>By: Judilyn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Judilyn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 18:02:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My brother is brillant... you are so right!  Sometimes I miss the way things used to be.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My brother is brillant&#8230; you are so right!  Sometimes I miss the way things used to be.</p>
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