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	<title>Trouble With Dreams &#187; moments</title>
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		<title>Throwing People Off Balance</title>
		<link>http://troublewithdreams.com/2007/08/02/throwing-people-off-balance/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 21:43:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sam</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Standing on Chambers Street, we try to work out what to do.  The group splits and a girl says, &#8216;Hope you had a good evening, enjoy the rest of your birthday,&#8217; masking sincerity.  Another girl is surprised and says, &#8216;I didn&#8217;t know it was your birthday.&#8217; &#8216;Why would you?&#8217; I reply and she [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Standing on Chambers Street, we try to work out what to do.  The group splits and a girl says, &#8216;Hope you had a good evening, enjoy the rest of your birthday,&#8217; masking sincerity.  Another girl is surprised and says, &#8216;I didn&#8217;t know it was your birthday.&#8217; &#8216;Why would you?&#8217; I reply and she looks affronted, eventually offering some reason about people and vibes, and then a bewildered, awkward silence.  It was wonderful.</p>
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		<title>City Farming and Italian Doorbells</title>
		<link>http://troublewithdreams.com/2007/03/13/city-farming/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 14:21:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sam</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[This story is really quite odd, and how it ever came to be passed as legislation makes no sense whatsoever..
Only the EU could have created a situation where people who are not farmers are paid not to farm.
The stories accompanying the pictures here are wonderful .. this one especially.  The man with a wink [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/europe/article1506042.ece">This story</a> is really quite odd, and how it ever came to be passed as legislation makes no sense whatsoever..</p>
<blockquote><p>Only the EU could have created a situation where people who are not farmers are paid not to farm.</p></blockquote>
<p>The stories accompanying the pictures <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/andrewlos/tags/flicktion/">here</a> are wonderful .. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/andrewlos/12350806/">this one</a> especially.  The man with a wink and a small coin is a strange recurrence and not one whose significance (if there&#8217;s any at all) I can decipher.  Someone else&#8217;s moments.</p>
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		<title>Another evening spent listening to electronica</title>
		<link>http://troublewithdreams.com/2007/03/10/another-evening-spent-listening-to-electronica/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sam</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The one event you&#8217;ve spent the last few weeks waiting for sells out, the one person you&#8217;d like to talk to leaves without saying goodbye.  Try to type and the words won&#8217;t form.  Turn the bass up a bit, let bleeps take you away.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The one event you&#8217;ve spent the last few weeks waiting for sells out, the one person you&#8217;d like to talk to leaves without saying goodbye.  Try to type and the words won&#8217;t form.  Turn the bass up a bit, let bleeps take you away.</p>
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		<title>Night Train</title>
		<link>http://troublewithdreams.com/2006/10/10/night-train/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 22:50:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sam</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[We are in a procession of cars on the way to the crematorium, everything moves slowly.  Quiet reflection turns to a gaze out of the window and an unknown man stops to pay his respects, he tips his hat, he makes his way onward.
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