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	<title>Comments on: On Seeing</title>
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		<title>By: EJB</title>
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		<dc:creator>EJB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 05:06:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There is an interesting article on the NY Times&#039; website about tourists in the Louvre snapping photos and romping through galleries without ever really taking time to look at what they&#039;re seeing.

When I visited the Louvre for the first time - my youth-backpacking trip in 1976 - I spent five days, opening to closing, staggering through that amazing museum&#039;s galleries studying everything I could. I focused particularly on the classic Greek sculptures and pottery I so looked forward to seeing later in my wanderings. That &quot;seeing&quot; came not too long after the hitchhiking ride I mention in the post. I guess I did learn something.

The Times&#039; article is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/03/arts/design/03abroad.html?_r=1&amp;hp&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, though you may have to register to read it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is an interesting article on the NY Times&#8217; website about tourists in the Louvre snapping photos and romping through galleries without ever really taking time to look at what they&#8217;re seeing.</p>
<p>When I visited the Louvre for the first time &#8211; my youth-backpacking trip in 1976 &#8211; I spent five days, opening to closing, staggering through that amazing museum&#8217;s galleries studying everything I could. I focused particularly on the classic Greek sculptures and pottery I so looked forward to seeing later in my wanderings. That &#8220;seeing&#8221; came not too long after the hitchhiking ride I mention in the post. I guess I did learn something.</p>
<p>The Times&#8217; article is <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/03/arts/design/03abroad.html?_r=1&amp;hp" rel="nofollow">here</a>, though you may have to register to read it.</p>
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		<title>By: Andrea</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 01:33:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi, Ed! About seeing: When I was about to go in for the first cancer surgery, I kept seeing trees and clouds and sun light and wind.  There are so many shades of green! and sparkles from sunlight,and changes in tree shapes from the wind.  I was amazed and didn&#039;t talk during the whole trip, looking at the world up higher than the road and cars.  Now I occasionally remember and Look, but often the world impinges on reflections.  Thanks for reminding me.  Lots of love to you. -- A.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi, Ed! About seeing: When I was about to go in for the first cancer surgery, I kept seeing trees and clouds and sun light and wind.  There are so many shades of green! and sparkles from sunlight,and changes in tree shapes from the wind.  I was amazed and didn&#8217;t talk during the whole trip, looking at the world up higher than the road and cars.  Now I occasionally remember and Look, but often the world impinges on reflections.  Thanks for reminding me.  Lots of love to you. &#8212; A.</p>
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