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		<title>By: Cleverchimp blog &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Seeing slow</title>
		<link>http://clevercycles.com/blog/2005/11/16/sadness/comment-page-1/#comment-17477</link>
		<dc:creator>Cleverchimp blog &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Seeing slow</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2006 21:50:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;[...] I relish running errands in town on a bike, usually the Brompton if no passengers are involved. The other day I had to deliver a hundred machined parts to an anodizing shop a few miles away, in a bit of Southeast I hadn&#8217;t yet explored. It was cold and bright. When I pulled into the parking lot, necks craned from inside and a shop guy walking in from his truck gave me a grin that said &#8220;40-year-old virgin?&#8221; Maybe it was the rainlegs. I unloaded the parts and continued, turning down a few blind alleys just to see what was there. Portland has an amazingly diverse industrial infrastructure compared to the bigger, service-economy cities I&#8217;ve lived in. I wheeled the bike through the weeds of an embankment at the end of one alley and onto the road I&#8217;d return by. But I went the other way deliberately to see more. I rode into an open rolling field with some community garden plots on it, mostly mulched up for the winter now. I kneeled to pick maybe a dozen different kinds of mushrooms coming up in the glistening grass, my breath steaming. I thought about Dan my friend who died last autumn. Beyond the field were woods. I entered and descended to a clear deep creek running fast, with the last of the yellow and red leaves floating in eddies. Up the canyon I emerged on the campus of Reed College, in a complex of dormitories. I thought of my own school days and wondered how they might have been here instead of in Santa Fe. [...]&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] I relish running errands in town on a bike, usually the Brompton if no passengers are involved. The other day I had to deliver a hundred machined parts to an anodizing shop a few miles away, in a bit of Southeast I hadn&#8217;t yet explored. It was cold and bright. When I pulled into the parking lot, necks craned from inside and a shop guy walking in from his truck gave me a grin that said &#8220;40-year-old virgin?&#8221; Maybe it was the rainlegs. I unloaded the parts and continued, turning down a few blind alleys just to see what was there. Portland has an amazingly diverse industrial infrastructure compared to the bigger, service-economy cities I&#8217;ve lived in. I wheeled the bike through the weeds of an embankment at the end of one alley and onto the road I&#8217;d return by. But I went the other way deliberately to see more. I rode into an open rolling field with some community garden plots on it, mostly mulched up for the winter now. I kneeled to pick maybe a dozen different kinds of mushrooms coming up in the glistening grass, my breath steaming. I thought about Dan my friend who died last autumn. Beyond the field were woods. I entered and descended to a clear deep creek running fast, with the last of the yellow and red leaves floating in eddies. Up the canyon I emerged on the campus of Reed College, in a complex of dormitories. I thought of my own school days and wondered how they might have been here instead of in Santa Fe. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: vj</title>
		<link>http://clevercycles.com/blog/2005/11/16/sadness/comment-page-1/#comment-346</link>
		<dc:creator>vj</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2005 18:30:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Todd -&lt;br /&gt;
I am so sorry.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Todd -<br />
I am so sorry.</p>
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		<title>By: Scott</title>
		<link>http://clevercycles.com/blog/2005/11/16/sadness/comment-page-1/#comment-345</link>
		<dc:creator>Scott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2005 04:09:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Todd-&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sorry to hear about this.  Death, dying, loss&#8230; all of it, rough times for sure.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Sitting next to someone you love when you know it&#8217;s the last time for such things, what can one say?  It&#8217;s heartbreaking in its finality.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;May you find Joy in your memories.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Best-&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;-Me&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Todd-</p>
<p>Sorry to hear about this.  Death, dying, loss&#8230; all of it, rough times for sure.</p>
<p>Sitting next to someone you love when you know it&#8217;s the last time for such things, what can one say?  It&#8217;s heartbreaking in its finality.</p>
<p>May you find Joy in your memories.</p>
<p>Best-</p>
<p>-Me</p>
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		<title>By: Bob O'Hara</title>
		<link>http://clevercycles.com/blog/2005/11/16/sadness/comment-page-1/#comment-343</link>
		<dc:creator>Bob O'Hara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 23:14:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;On parent knees, a naked new-born child,&lt;br /&gt;
Weeping thou sat&#8217;st, while all around thee smil&#8217;d;&lt;br /&gt;
So live, that sinking to thy life&#8217;s last sleep,&lt;br /&gt;
Calm thou may&#8217;st smile, while all around thee weep.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On parent knees, a naked new-born child,<br />
Weeping thou sat&#8217;st, while all around thee smil&#8217;d;<br />
So live, that sinking to thy life&#8217;s last sleep,<br />
Calm thou may&#8217;st smile, while all around thee weep.</p>
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		<title>By: Jim</title>
		<link>http://clevercycles.com/blog/2005/11/16/sadness/comment-page-1/#comment-341</link>
		<dc:creator>Jim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2005 05:41:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;May we all leave sad people when we go.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>May we all leave sad people when we go.</p>
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		<title>By: Bill Manewal</title>
		<link>http://clevercycles.com/blog/2005/11/16/sadness/comment-page-1/#comment-340</link>
		<dc:creator>Bill Manewal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2005 02:39:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I&#8217;m sorry, Todd. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&#8217;m sad for you and for his wife and daughter. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Maybe it&#8217;s worth knowing that a definition for sadness I&#8217;ve embraced in the last year says that sadness is my experience of a hurt that is healing.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;May you and his family heal as fully as possible and in your own good time. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Thank you for being such a fine friend to him. And for your caring heart.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m sorry, Todd. </p>
<p>I&#8217;m sad for you and for his wife and daughter. </p>
<p>Maybe it&#8217;s worth knowing that a definition for sadness I&#8217;ve embraced in the last year says that sadness is my experience of a hurt that is healing.</p>
<p>May you and his family heal as fully as possible and in your own good time. </p>
<p>Thank you for being such a fine friend to him. And for your caring heart.</p>
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