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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>cygnoir.net - Latest Comments in when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.disqus.com/</link><description>Fiction, foibles, and fountain pens from a black swan with digital wings. Posts about writing, books, public libraries, community, games, analog delight, and food.</description><atom:link href="https://cygnoir.disqus.com/when_the_flock_moved/latest.rss" rel="self"></atom:link><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:34:22 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/09/08/when-the-flock-moved/#comment-201210831</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I couldn't ask for a higher compliment, David. Thank you!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">cygnoir</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:34:22 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/09/08/when-the-flock-moved/#comment-201210830</link><description>&lt;p&gt;You are kind to say so. Most of my flying is, to borrow heavily from Douglas Adams, merely missing the ground.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">cygnoir</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:33:59 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/09/08/when-the-flock-moved/#comment-16595877</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I couldn't ask for a higher compliment, David. Thank you!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">cygnoir</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 17:34:22 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/09/08/when-the-flock-moved/#comment-16595855</link><description>&lt;p&gt;You are kind to say so. Most of my flying is, to borrow heavily from Douglas Adams, merely missing the ground.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">cygnoir</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 17:33:59 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/09/08/when-the-flock-moved/#comment-201210829</link><description>&lt;p&gt;I couldn't ask for a higher compliment, David. Thank you!&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">cygnoir</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 16:34:22 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/09/08/when-the-flock-moved/#comment-201210827</link><description>&lt;p&gt;You are kind to say so. Most of my flying is, to borrow heavily from Douglas Adams, merely missing the ground.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">cygnoir</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 16:33:59 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/09/08/when-the-flock-moved/#comment-16216062</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Great insight. I'm always amazed to see how flocks of city pigeons fly intricately, as a single organism. And "lit­tle, sud­den, sharp, gone" -- reminds me of the end of a L. Cohen song: "And they're gone like smoke/And they're gone like this song."&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">David Larsson</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 18:31:27 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/09/08/when-the-flock-moved/#comment-16214594</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Yes, but I still see you as a person who has wings and flies in the sky, not a person who daintily hops along the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That reality enforces mechanical augmentation upon us to take flight is neither here nor there.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">wirehead</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 17:54:12 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/09/08/when-the-flock-moved/#comment-201210826</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Great insight. I'm always amazed to see how flocks of city pigeons fly intricately, as a single organism. And "lit­tle, sud­den, sharp, gone" -- reminds me of the end of a L. Cohen song: "And they're gone like smoke/And they're gone like this song."&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">David Larsson</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 17:31:27 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: when the flock moved</title><link>http://cygnoir.net/2009/09/08/when-the-flock-moved/#comment-201210824</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Yes, but I still see you as a person who has wings and flies in the sky, not a person who daintily hops along the ground.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That reality enforces mechanical augmentation upon us to take flight is neither here nor there.&lt;/p&gt;</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">wirehead</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 16:54:12 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>