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	<title>Comments on: Preach to the Choir, They Are the Only One Listening</title>
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	<description>Alan Gutierrez blogs on software, social networks, and himself.</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 10:57:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Carmen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carmen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 22:19:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The Internet is simply the modern version of the Elizabethan pub crawl.  Poets would speak over meals and ale, go back to their retreats and mash the hell out of one another.  Centuries after Marlowe and Raleigh, in college I wrote a piece (now stolen, along with many original papers, in a home invasion in 2000) I called "The Mother's Advice to the Nymph", or something like, as a cutting commentary on capitalism and sexualism.  My papers can get stolen, but my attitude stays the same.  You aren't relegated to writing for choirs or trolls unless you accept that as your lot.  Jesus left tracts for the modern age, as well as for his contemporaries.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Passionate_Shepherd_to_His_Love

(also click the link for the Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd)

You have no idea how many people get inspired in pubs overhearing someone else talk.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Internet is simply the modern version of the Elizabethan pub crawl.  Poets would speak over meals and ale, go back to their retreats and mash the hell out of one another.  Centuries after Marlowe and Raleigh, in college I wrote a piece (now stolen, along with many original papers, in a home invasion in 2000) I called &#8220;The Mother&#8217;s Advice to the Nymph&#8221;, or something like, as a cutting commentary on capitalism and sexualism.  My papers can get stolen, but my attitude stays the same.  You aren&#8217;t relegated to writing for choirs or trolls unless you accept that as your lot.  Jesus left tracts for the modern age, as well as for his contemporaries.</p>
<p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Passionate_Shepherd_to_His_Love" rel="nofollow">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Passionate_Shepherd_to_His_Love</a></p>
<p>(also click the link for the Nymph&#8217;s Reply to the Shepherd)</p>
<p>You have no idea how many people get inspired in pubs overhearing someone else talk.</p>
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