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	<title>Comments on: Transubstantiation</title>
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	<description>Mark Skipper's continuing adventures</description>
	<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 04:28:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: jan</title>
		<link>http://bitterjug.com/blog/transubstantiation/#comment-1301</link>
		<dc:creator>jan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 19:20:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>can not have been that big then not like sitting on the toilet in Grenada when I experienced one !!   Jan</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>can not have been that big then not like sitting on the toilet in Grenada when I experienced one !!   Jan</p>
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		<title>By: Mark</title>
		<link>http://bitterjug.com/blog/transubstantiation/#comment-1293</link>
		<dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 09:33:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Now, about this earthquake. I was in Nairobi. I didn't notice. A bunch of friends walked through town and wondered why there were crowds and people with video cameras pointing up at tall buildings. Maybe there were suicide candidates waiting to qualify? Apparently in the city it had shaken tall towers and the press were looking to manufacture a story. Three of my friends (all white) were interviewed by one of the newspapers.
"What was it like, were you frightened when it happened?"
"No, didn't notice it", said one.
"Yes it was terrible, I was terrified", lied another.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now, about this earthquake. I was in Nairobi. I didn&#8217;t notice. A bunch of friends walked through town and wondered why there were crowds and people with video cameras pointing up at tall buildings. Maybe there were suicide candidates waiting to qualify? Apparently in the city it had shaken tall towers and the press were looking to manufacture a story. Three of my friends (all white) were interviewed by one of the newspapers.<br />
&#8220;What was it like, were you frightened when it happened?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;No, didn&#8217;t notice it&#8221;, said one.<br />
&#8220;Yes it was terrible, I was terrified&#8221;, lied another.</p>
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		<title>By: Mark</title>
		<link>http://bitterjug.com/blog/transubstantiation/#comment-1292</link>
		<dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 09:29:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Before I talk about the earthquake, let me tell you the wierdest thing that happened the day after I wrote this entry:-

On the day I wrote it I went home and carried on reading Terry Pratchett's "Going Postal", the story of an ex con (convicted con-man) who is rescued from the gallows and given the job of postmaster general with specific duties for rennovating the city's derelect and disfunctional postal service. The chapter I read was called "Lost in the Post" and described a post office filled with tonnes of dead letters drifting and avalanching (is that a word?) like snow.

Next day I opened up Jonathan Franzen's "How To Be Alone" to read another of his thought provoking essays. The one after "Why Bother" is called:.... "Lost in the Mail" and tells exactly the same story. This time he's talking about the post office in Chicargo but stories of sagging stacks of undelivered mail were uncannily similar.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Before I talk about the earthquake, let me tell you the wierdest thing that happened the day after I wrote this entry:-</p>
<p>On the day I wrote it I went home and carried on reading Terry Pratchett&#8217;s &#8220;Going Postal&#8221;, the story of an ex con (convicted con-man) who is rescued from the gallows and given the job of postmaster general with specific duties for rennovating the city&#8217;s derelect and disfunctional postal service. The chapter I read was called &#8220;Lost in the Post&#8221; and described a post office filled with tonnes of dead letters drifting and avalanching (is that a word?) like snow.</p>
<p>Next day I opened up Jonathan Franzen&#8217;s &#8220;How To Be Alone&#8221; to read another of his thought provoking essays. The one after &#8220;Why Bother&#8221; is called:&#8230;. &#8220;Lost in the Mail&#8221; and tells exactly the same story. This time he&#8217;s talking about the post office in Chicargo but stories of sagging stacks of undelivered mail were uncannily similar.</p>
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		<title>By: Chris</title>
		<link>http://bitterjug.com/blog/transubstantiation/#comment-1291</link>
		<dc:creator>Chris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 18:43:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>ANY NEWS ON THE EARTHQUAKE?!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ANY NEWS ON THE EARTHQUAKE?!</p>
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		<title>By: Lydia</title>
		<link>http://bitterjug.com/blog/transubstantiation/#comment-1290</link>
		<dc:creator>Lydia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2005 22:38:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Like the frosty Santa theme - spent the afternoon erecting a Christmas tree and decorating it with my kids (bit early but we're getting busy so taking the opportunity).  Interesting entry. Although I'm not often conscious of searching for a sense of belonging in my reading matter, literary experience has triggering my exploration of philosophical/personal issues and sometimes affirmed the aspects of my personality that are apparently not the "norm". (I'm normal by my own parameters - isnt everyone?).  
Not come across a reference to transubstantiation being the coalescence of memory and prose before but then I do struggle with the concept of God becoming a circle of 
(what tastes like) paper anyway.  
Did you get the card?  Reply to my email sometime soon!
Hugs!
Lx  B)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Like the frosty Santa theme - spent the afternoon erecting a Christmas tree and decorating it with my kids (bit early but we&#8217;re getting busy so taking the opportunity).  Interesting entry. Although I&#8217;m not often conscious of searching for a sense of belonging in my reading matter, literary experience has triggering my exploration of philosophical/personal issues and sometimes affirmed the aspects of my personality that are apparently not the &#8220;norm&#8221;. (I&#8217;m normal by my own parameters - isnt everyone?).<br />
Not come across a reference to transubstantiation being the coalescence of memory and prose before but then I do struggle with the concept of God becoming a circle of<br />
(what tastes like) paper anyway.<br />
Did you get the card?  Reply to my email sometime soon!<br />
Hugs!<br />
Lx  B)</p>
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