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	<title>Comments on: Listen Lola Listen</title>
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		<title>By: Ariel</title>
		<link>http://electrolicious.com/2004/08/listen_lola_lis#comment-4655</link>
		<dc:creator>Ariel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2004 22:08:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Can't really explain it Amy, but I'll try. Although I'm still making "the good ol' days" as I speak, there's a bittersweet flavor of certain kinds of experiences having passed. For instance, raving. Among my circle of friends, those are many of the "good ol' days" that get reminisced about. It's not that I couldn't go to a 10,000 person warehouse party like I used to...they still happen, and I could still go. But the period in my life when those events profoundly affected me is over. I've learned that lesson, and have moved on to others. 

That doesn't mean that the ones I'm learning right now aren't exciting or wonderful or fantastic. But there's still a sense of loss that certain experiences, certain lessons are over. In some ways, it's the sadness of understanding that you can't repeat an introduction endlessly. There are new introductions to be made, and that's part of what keeps life so flavorful and sweet...but the bittersweetness comes in from realizing that there are certain experiences and lessons that have been so fully integrated that they're, well, completed. It's a sense of graduating from an experience...and it's great! But still a little sad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Can&#8217;t really explain it Amy, but I&#8217;ll try. Although I&#8217;m still making &#8220;the good ol&#8217; days&#8221; as I speak, there&#8217;s a bittersweet flavor of certain kinds of experiences having passed. For instance, raving. Among my circle of friends, those are many of the &#8220;good ol&#8217; days&#8221; that get reminisced about. It&#8217;s not that I couldn&#8217;t go to a 10,000 person warehouse party like I used to&#8230;they still happen, and I could still go. But the period in my life when those events profoundly affected me is over. I&#8217;ve learned that lesson, and have moved on to others. </p>
<p>That doesn&#8217;t mean that the ones I&#8217;m learning right now aren&#8217;t exciting or wonderful or fantastic. But there&#8217;s still a sense of loss that certain experiences, certain lessons are over. In some ways, it&#8217;s the sadness of understanding that you can&#8217;t repeat an introduction endlessly. There are new introductions to be made, and that&#8217;s part of what keeps life so flavorful and sweet&#8230;but the bittersweetness comes in from realizing that there are certain experiences and lessons that have been so fully integrated that they&#8217;re, well, completed. It&#8217;s a sense of graduating from an experience&#8230;and it&#8217;s great! But still a little sad.</p>
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		<title>By: leblanc</title>
		<link>http://electrolicious.com/2004/08/listen_lola_lis#comment-4654</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2004 21:55:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i personally have found it weird that you often refer to "the good old days" (in more or less words), as if they are long passed. not because of your age, but because  i still feel the reverberations of the last 15 years of my life quite vividly, and so don't generally talk about them in past tense, as they are still present.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i personally have found it weird that you often refer to &#8220;the good old days&#8221; (in more or less words), as if they are long passed. not because of your age, but because  i still feel the reverberations of the last 15 years of my life quite vividly, and so don&#8217;t generally talk about them in past tense, as they are still present.</p>
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		<title>By: heidi janet</title>
		<link>http://electrolicious.com/2004/08/listen_lola_lis#comment-4653</link>
		<dc:creator>heidi janet</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2004 23:02:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>the photos from your wedding made my dad nostalgic, it all took him back to the many weddings he attended in the 60's.

he was floored that it was 40 years ago. 

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the photos from your wedding made my dad nostalgic, it all took him back to the many weddings he attended in the 60&#8217;s.</p>
<p>he was floored that it was 40 years ago.</p>
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