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Robbed!

In which my mind plays tricks on me.

In which my mind plays tricks on me.

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Self-Definition

In which I wonder what makes us who we are: Are we defined by the work we do? By the hobbies we keep? By our personalities?

In which I wonder what makes us who we are: Are we defined by the work we do? By the hobbies we keep? By our personalities?

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On the Malleability of Time

In which I meditate on the strange ebbs and flows of time, it’s strange ability to elongate and contract to fit our mental state.

In which I meditate on the strange ebbs and flows of time, it’s strange ability to elongate and contract to fit our mental state.

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Child Development

In which I wonder: when is it appropriate for children to learn about racism? Other religions? Sex? When can they safely watch gunplay and fisticuffs on television? Also: I’ve a renewed interest in Greek mythology.

In which I wonder: when is it appropriate for children to learn about racism? Other religions? Sex? When can they safely watch gunplay and fisticuffs on television? Also: I’ve a renewed interest in Greek mythology.

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Twenty-Two Year Reflection

In which I remember my father and how enraptured he was by a particular song. In which I begin to see something of him in myself.

In which I remember my father and how enraptured he was by a particular song. In which I begin to see something of him in myself.

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Extrovert

In which I make a transition from introvert to extrovert.

In which I make a transition from introvert to extrovert.

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Social Personality

In which reading Proust inspires a meditation on the nature of personality, both as perceived by ourselves and by others.

In which reading Proust inspires a meditation on the nature of personality, both as perceived by ourselves and by others.

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Tradition

In which I long to return to church, not to worship a god, but to spend time with family and friends.

In which I long to return to church, not to worship a god, but to spend time with family and friends.

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Creative and Analytical

In which I engage in some self-reflection. (This is one of my brother Tony’s most-hated foldedspace entries.)

In which I engage in some self-reflection. (This is one of my brother Tony’s most-hated foldedspace entries.)

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Who Owns the Memories?

In which I contemplate what should and should not be shared in a public weblog.

In which I contemplate what should and should not be shared in a public weblog.

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