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	<title>Comments on: World of Sound</title>
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		<title>By: steve</title>
		<link>http://www.justmusing.net/2007/04/05/world-of-sound/comment-page-1/#comment-40</link>
		<dc:creator>steve</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 14:38:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>16mm movies and projectors do indeed bring back memories.  Being mechanically inclined, and knowing how to thread and run these behemoths, kept me in good stead with many teachers adn surely boosted my grades.

No, I collect both the movies and projectors and wax nostalgically when I watch The Undersea World of Jacque Cousteau (pardon the spelling) on my wide screen. The colors are still vibrant and his voice intoxicating.  And of course, the clicking and whirling sound brings me back to a much simpler time of no cell phones more privacy in our lives.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>16mm movies and projectors do indeed bring back memories.  Being mechanically inclined, and knowing how to thread and run these behemoths, kept me in good stead with many teachers adn surely boosted my grades.</p>
<p>No, I collect both the movies and projectors and wax nostalgically when I watch The Undersea World of Jacque Cousteau (pardon the spelling) on my wide screen. The colors are still vibrant and his voice intoxicating.  And of course, the clicking and whirling sound brings me back to a much simpler time of no cell phones more privacy in our lives.</p>
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		<title>By: Ellen</title>
		<link>http://www.justmusing.net/2007/04/05/world-of-sound/comment-page-1/#comment-39</link>
		<dc:creator>Ellen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2007 13:45:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This spring I have been much attuned to the birdsongs I hear when I awaken each morning.  My husband has been taming wild birds for years, and I have been drawn into the circle.  Now I can recognize the pose of the mockingbird (Lady Jane Grey) asking for mealworms or suet, and the voice of the chickadee demanding his walnuts.  When I answer them with the treats and coax them to come in a sing-song voice, they light within a few inches of me to grab up their rewards.  They have us trained very well!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This spring I have been much attuned to the birdsongs I hear when I awaken each morning.  My husband has been taming wild birds for years, and I have been drawn into the circle.  Now I can recognize the pose of the mockingbird (Lady Jane Grey) asking for mealworms or suet, and the voice of the chickadee demanding his walnuts.  When I answer them with the treats and coax them to come in a sing-song voice, they light within a few inches of me to grab up their rewards.  They have us trained very well!</p>
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		<title>By: Barbara</title>
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		<dc:creator>Barbara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 14:31:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The memory of sound, ah... you got me thinking. Remember those little metal taps we would put on our shoes when we were young. Do kids still do that? The clicking of marbles, cap guns, but best of all the silence of undeveloped woods and fields where, when playing alone, one could THINK.
Barbara</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The memory of sound, ah&#8230; you got me thinking. Remember those little metal taps we would put on our shoes when we were young. Do kids still do that? The clicking of marbles, cap guns, but best of all the silence of undeveloped woods and fields where, when playing alone, one could THINK.<br />
Barbara</p>
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