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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 23:20:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Looking Back</title>
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  <description>It seems like every time I turn around lately, someone or something is making me nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_benchilada&apos; lj:user=&apos;benchilada&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://benchilada.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://benchilada.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;benchilada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loaned me a CD by Electronic, and I was taken back to the early 90&apos;s.&amp;nbsp; I recalled all the amazing music from those days, and all of the people I used to hang out with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we had our annual &quot;cleaning day&quot; at the library, and I came across a cache of old photos (10 points for the musical reference) and cards from former student employees.&amp;nbsp; I was flooded with memories of all the fun times we had had, but at the same time a little sad for them being long gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My friend Maria, who moved to the East Coast years ago found me on Facebook, and photos on her profile reminded me of people I hadn&apos;t thought of in YEARS.&amp;nbsp; Another former co-worker Cindy surprised me a couple of weeks back as she and her family passed through town on a vacation.&amp;nbsp; How is it SO easy to lose track of people when they move away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m going to try and reconnect with the people from my past, and end my endless string of &quot;lost touch&quot; relationships.&amp;nbsp; If anyone I know stumbles across this, and I haven&apos;t talked to you in a while, know that it&apos;s not because I don&apos;t like you, or that I&apos;ve forgotten you, but it&apos;s simply because I&apos;ve been too lazy to keep communication lines open.&amp;nbsp; If you do find this, please, say hello, and let&apos;s catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this quote, and I think it sums things up quite nicely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font class=&quot;text3&quot;&gt;&quot;Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.&quot; &lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 			 		 		 			 			&lt;font class=&quot;text3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; -- &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;David Grayson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know this:&amp;nbsp; You haven&apos;t been forgotten.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scott&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 18:04:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Never say Never...</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been VERY adamant in the past that I&apos;d never post anything on Live Journal, but lately Ive had a change of heart. Why, you may ask?&amp;nbsp; Honestly, I&apos;m not sure.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m guessing there will be precious little traffic here, and to be honest, that&apos;s fine with me.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m not going to feel like I HAVE to write something every day, or even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of &quot;Never&quot;, I see it as being a cage we put ourselves in.&amp;nbsp; Generally, we do it to protect ourselves from being harmed by the unknown, but there are occasions when it actually just prevents us from experiencing something that might be an extraordinarily good thing.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m going to try to avoid &quot;unconditional&quot; nevers, and see if/how things are different as a result.</description>
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