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		<title>What Takes You Back?</title>
		<link>http://johnesimpson.com/blog/2010/08/what-takes-you-back/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 14:03:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday, Granta magazine kicked off a new collective-memory project called &#8220;Nostos Algos.&#8221; From a publicity release which just made its way to my Inbox: The word &#8216;nostalgia&#8217; comes from the Greek words nostos (&#8216;a homecoming&#8217;) and algos (&#8216;pain, grief, distress&#8217;). We have all known the desire to return to another place or time, and the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Perfect Moments: The Boy, the Wintry Day, the Film, the Flash of Panic</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 19:10:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[On a recent wintry day, The Boy (Who Was No Longer a Boy) and The Missus decided to go to a movie. Now, because the day was in fact wintry, and because &#8220;wintry&#8221; seldom applied to weather conditions where The Boy and The Missus lived, they needed to undertake certain careful preparations in advance. Warm [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Perfect Moments: Birds of an Earnest Young Feather</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 17:04:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Looking Backward]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[How do people form their first enduring friendships, anyway &#8212; I mean, their very first friendships (like at age 5 or 6), and very enduring (like spanning decades)? Maybe it&#8217;s different now, what with parents arranging &#8220;play dates&#8221; and similar activities. But when I was a kid, these things (looking back on them now) seemed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Of Time, Things Small, and Things Green</title>
		<link>http://johnesimpson.com/blog/2009/02/of-time-things-small-and-things-green/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 11:54:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[From whiskey river: The Moment Walking the three tiers in first light, out here so my two-year-old son won&#8217;t wake the house, I watch him pull and strip ragweed, chicory, yarrow, so many other weeds and wildflowers I don&#8217;t know the names for, him saying Big, and Mine, and Joshua &#8212; words, words, words. Then [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Perfect Moments: The Boy, The Boy&#8217;s Father, The Sandwich</title>
		<link>http://johnesimpson.com/blog/2008/11/perfect-moments-the-boy-the-boys-father-the-sandwich/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 20:42:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When The Boy grew up, he would tell people &#8212; with slight hesitation, thinking first of pizza &#8212; that his favorite food of all was sandwiches. But there was a time when this was not true. There was a time when all that The Boy knew of sandwiches was what his mother made for him, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Perfect Moments: Stone Harbor; Late &#8217;70s; Night</title>
		<link>http://johnesimpson.com/blog/2008/11/perfect-moments-stone-harbor-late-70s-night/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 16:03:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A series of professional and personal disappointments. A young man on the brink of his 30s. No idea where his life is bound &#8212; forward, over the precipice? or backward, over that one? &#8212; or what he&#8217;ll find once he gets there. A motorcycle. The details of the disappointments aren&#8217;t important. (Once you reach a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Somebody Else&#8217;s Perfect Moment</title>
		<link>http://johnesimpson.com/blog/2008/10/somebody-elses-perfect-moment/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 16:50:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://johnesimpson.com/blog/?p=1373</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s a particular category of human experience unlike any other. It&#8217;s got nothing to do with personality or intelligence; it crosses geographic and linguistic borders as if they didn&#8217;t exist (because they don&#8217;t, except in our minds and on the paper where we record the products of those faulty machines). Such an experience comes and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Boy, The Boy&#8217;s Mother, The Two Trains</title>
		<link>http://johnesimpson.com/blog/2008/09/the-boy-the-boys-mother-the-two-trains/</link>
		<comments>http://johnesimpson.com/blog/2008/09/the-boy-the-boys-mother-the-two-trains/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 14:43:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[His time as a boy had passed many years ago. But, he suspected, he would always and forever be The Boy. His mind would ever run like two trains on two parallel tracks at once, one inside his head and the other outside, the trains always synced up, The Boy always and effortlessly stepping back [...]]]></description>
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