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	<title>Comments on: The Enron Corpus</title>
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	<description>the tao that can be blogged is not the eternal tao</description>
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		<title>By: Editrix</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2005/08/27/the-enron-corpus/#comment-247</link>
		<dc:creator>Editrix</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 01:24:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Terri, you make perfect sense. Ten years ago -- or really, even fewer than that -- I probably wouldn't have been recognized by people who've gotten to know me more recently. The false sense of security of the Internets, a climate that was less Patriot Act-informed, and a general sense of recklessness and what-the-hecklessness emboldened me to take chances I wouldn't consider today. And, I think (this is certainly no-duh-ish), deciding to keep an online journal can render one hypersensitive to what the results of any given public confession might be. It's possible that the me of today feels she has a lot more to lose by not at least weighing the consequences of my blatherings before each post. It's also probable that I felt bolder in my early blog attempts because I didn't take the risk of telling anyone I actually knew that I was doing such a thing.

Bluh bluh bluh -- who's for a round of le cadavre equise? (Me! Me!)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Terri, you make perfect sense. Ten years ago &#8212; or really, even fewer than that &#8212; I probably wouldn&#8217;t have been recognized by people who&#8217;ve gotten to know me more recently. The false sense of security of the Internets, a climate that was less Patriot Act-informed, and a general sense of recklessness and what-the-hecklessness emboldened me to take chances I wouldn&#8217;t consider today. And, I think (this is certainly no-duh-ish), deciding to keep an online journal can render one hypersensitive to what the results of any given public confession might be. It&#8217;s possible that the me of today feels she has a lot more to lose by not at least weighing the consequences of my blatherings before each post. It&#8217;s also probable that I felt bolder in my early blog attempts because I didn&#8217;t take the risk of telling anyone I actually knew that I was doing such a thing.</p>
<p>Bluh bluh bluh &#8212; who&#8217;s for a round of le cadavre equise? (Me! Me!)</p>
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		<title>By: Terri</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2005/08/27/the-enron-corpus/#comment-243</link>
		<dc:creator>Terri</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 16:49:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ah, paranoia.  The world gets bigger, and each person's personal world gets more and more insular in reaction.  Maybe this is not making sense.  It seems I have this constant battle raging lately between a) freeing myself to express and just be who I am and b) pressures to be extraordinarily careful about what I say and do, and--perhaps more importantly--how I say/do it.  It certainly complicates connections with other people, even if the expanding world makes it more and more possible to connect with all sorts of different people.  I guess the result is more connections, but more superficial ones.  Maybe I should have started this comment with a "wandering tangent alert."  Paranoia!!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ah, paranoia.  The world gets bigger, and each person&#8217;s personal world gets more and more insular in reaction.  Maybe this is not making sense.  It seems I have this constant battle raging lately between a) freeing myself to express and just be who I am and b) pressures to be extraordinarily careful about what I say and do, and&#8211;perhaps more importantly&#8211;how I say/do it.  It certainly complicates connections with other people, even if the expanding world makes it more and more possible to connect with all sorts of different people.  I guess the result is more connections, but more superficial ones.  Maybe I should have started this comment with a &#8220;wandering tangent alert.&#8221;  Paranoia!!</p>
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		<title>By: John Cowan</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2005/08/27/the-enron-corpus/#comment-235</link>
		<dc:creator>John Cowan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2005 04:35:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Always assume that anything you say or write is potentially accessible to anyone in the world.  (Anything said in a room with a window, for example, can be picked up from outside using a laser inferometer reflected off the window.)

The only privacy anywhere is inside your own head, and even then, you may well talk in your sleep.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Always assume that anything you say or write is potentially accessible to anyone in the world.  (Anything said in a room with a window, for example, can be picked up from outside using a laser inferometer reflected off the window.)</p>
<p>The only privacy anywhere is inside your own head, and even then, you may well talk in your sleep.</p>
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