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	<title>Comments on: Summer Diary: First entry</title>
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	<description>A writer neither here nor there</description>
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		<title>by: Kathryn Koromilas&#8217; This Absurd Life &#187; Blog Archive &#187; And indeed there will be time</title>
		<link>http://www.kathrynkoromilas.com/summer-diary-first-entry.html#comment-387</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2006 12:38:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>[...] Seems as if hardly any time has passed since I wrote that note about my summers, at the very beginning of this summer, on June 6. I remember that evening. It was a slow evening. I had time to think, and write. I had time to do all the things I like to do. For example, to drink a coffee completely from the first sip to the last. I felt I still had time. Having time meant that I had myself. I needed time in order to keep company with myself. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Seems as if hardly any time has passed since I wrote that note about my summers, at the very beginning of this summer, on June 6. I remember that evening. It was a slow evening. I had time to think, and write. I had time to do all the things I like to do. For example, to drink a coffee completely from the first sip to the last. I felt I still had time. Having time meant that I had myself. I needed time in order to keep company with myself. [&#8230;]
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		<title>by: kathryn</title>
		<link>http://www.kathrynkoromilas.com/summer-diary-first-entry.html#comment-270</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 19:16:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Ari - I also find that I forget simple words. The two languages battling in my head. Sometimes I speak to my mum on the telephone and I use the Greek word instead of the English word.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ari - I also find that I forget simple words. The two languages battling in my head. Sometimes I speak to my mum on the telephone and I use the Greek word instead of the English word.
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		<title>by: kathryn</title>
		<link>http://www.kathrynkoromilas.com/summer-diary-first-entry.html#comment-269</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 19:13:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Debra - yes, balance. I'm lucky that my balance tips in favour of the winter-mode. Too much of this physical life, of this particular physical would be too draining. Or maybe not draining, but just not for me. There is activity during the winter, too, but I do it only when I want to and not because a customer requires it so. 

International English. Yes!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Debra - yes, balance. I&#8217;m lucky that my balance tips in favour of the winter-mode. Too much of this physical life, of this particular physical would be too draining. Or maybe not draining, but just not for me. There is activity during the winter, too, but I do it only when I want to and not because a customer requires it so. </p>
<p>International English. Yes!
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		<title>by: Ari</title>
		<link>http://www.kathrynkoromilas.com/summer-diary-first-entry.html#comment-267</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2006 04:45:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>My vocabulary is shrinking as well. The troubling thing is I don't write anymore. Reading to my step son I have discovered that my reading voice is almost awesome if I do say so myself (using the word awesome is troubling as I never ever, ever used that in my past life)! I can edit people's work and write everyday business messages easier than ever. But there is so much going on in my head, I'm in a state of flux, that I forget simple words or no longer use the most appropriate word but instead I substitute it for the second best thing that comes to mind. 

What was it in Cultural studies? The code, codified, semiotics...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My vocabulary is shrinking as well. The troubling thing is I don&#8217;t write anymore. Reading to my step son I have discovered that my reading voice is almost awesome if I do say so myself (using the word awesome is troubling as I never ever, ever used that in my past life)! I can edit people&#8217;s work and write everyday business messages easier than ever. But there is so much going on in my head, I&#8217;m in a state of flux, that I forget simple words or no longer use the most appropriate word but instead I substitute it for the second best thing that comes to mind. </p>
<p>What was it in Cultural studies? The code, codified, semiotics&#8230;
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		<title>by: Debra</title>
		<link>http://www.kathrynkoromilas.com/summer-diary-first-entry.html#comment-251</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2006 16:23:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I loved this glimspe into your summer life. I always thought it would be good to do a physical job, to counteract all that thinking and words that go into writing fiction. But maybe what's more important is balance.

I also find my vocabulary is shrinking. Not in writing, but my spoken English is suffering from having lived almost 10 years away from home. I now find myself using international English, now it's natural to say &quot;un-understandable&quot; and it took me 5 hours to think of the right word.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved this glimspe into your summer life. I always thought it would be good to do a physical job, to counteract all that thinking and words that go into writing fiction. But maybe what&#8217;s more important is balance.</p>
<p>I also find my vocabulary is shrinking. Not in writing, but my spoken English is suffering from having lived almost 10 years away from home. I now find myself using international English, now it&#8217;s natural to say &#8220;un-understandable&#8221; and it took me 5 hours to think of the right word.
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