<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
		>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: The Information Age, Incomplete</title>
	<atom:link href="http://www.airgundiaries.com/the-information-age-incomplete/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://www.airgundiaries.com/the-information-age-incomplete/</link>
	<description></description>
	<lastBuildDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 22:52:49 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3</generator>
	<item>
		<title>By: failedpilot</title>
		<link>http://www.airgundiaries.com/the-information-age-incomplete/comment-page-1/#comment-27</link>
		<dc:creator>failedpilot</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 18:55:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://gsandiego.wordpress.com/2006/03/02/the-information-age-incomplete#comment-27</guid>
		<description>Oh my God that hits the nail in the head. What the did you eat for dinner?&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;I see it too, and that may be a reason why we are imploding.&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;When I arrived in the bubble we call America, some 18 years ago, I was asked how you could tell the difference between the two places, Bolivia and the bubble.&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;I&#039;m beginning to find clues to answer that.&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;In Bolivia, when you see adults walking with children on the street, adults look a bit rested and, not happy, but sort of content. The children walking with them, look kind of quiet and subdued, not really interested in making a fuss; some may argue, they look sad or repressed.  In the bubble however, it&#039;s quite different, kids look extremely happy, jumping off the wall (or on top of cars) really going nutts like monkeys with sharp objects, the adults on the other hand, look miserable, depressed, worried as if the weight of the universe is on their shoulders. Maybe they do have that much load on them. Maybe those kids just had their sneaker bars.&lt;/&gt;&lt;/&gt;In other words, outside the bubble, happy adults, sad children, inside the bubble, happy children, sad adults. This may be part of the weird theory that claims flushed toilette water circles the other way in the southern hemisphere. Maybe this is a supporting argument to the &quot;world is upside down&quot; theory my dad talked about.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my God that hits the nail in the head. What the did you eat for dinner?I see it too, and that may be a reason why we are imploding.When I arrived in the bubble we call America, some 18 years ago, I was asked how you could tell the difference between the two places, Bolivia and the bubble.I&#8217;m beginning to find clues to answer that.In Bolivia, when you see adults walking with children on the street, adults look a bit rested and, not happy, but sort of content. The children walking with them, look kind of quiet and subdued, not really interested in making a fuss; some may argue, they look sad or repressed.  In the bubble however, it&#8217;s quite different, kids look extremely happy, jumping off the wall (or on top of cars) really going nutts like monkeys with sharp objects, the adults on the other hand, look miserable, depressed, worried as if the weight of the universe is on their shoulders. Maybe they do have that much load on them. Maybe those kids just had their sneaker bars.In other words, outside the bubble, happy adults, sad children, inside the bubble, happy children, sad adults. This may be part of the weird theory that claims flushed toilette water circles the other way in the southern hemisphere. Maybe this is a supporting argument to the &#8220;world is upside down&#8221; theory my dad talked about.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>

