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    <title>Slate Magazine - Obsessions</title>
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    <description>Passions and the people who pursue them.</description>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 7 Oct 2009 00:38:25 EST</pubDate>
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  <title>The cult of the vintage Honda.</title>
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  <description><![CDATA[  Newborn birds, emerging from the egg, are said to bond with the first thing they see. And so it is with motorcycles. Whatever you ride first imprints itself on the cerebral cortex, never to be supplanted. In my case, it was a 1970s Honda, now considered vintage, and in that summer began a love that has never waned.<br /><br />[<a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2227844/?from=rss">more ...</a>]  ]]></description>
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  <author>Tim Wu</author>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 7 Oct 2009 09:38:25 EST</pubDate>
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  <title>Igloos, Turkish caves, and other great places to catch some shut-eye.</title>
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  <description><![CDATA[  It sounds like a joke, but one winter, in Canadian high school, we went up north and learned how to make igloos, or, more precisely, snow shelters. What I remember most about the experience was not the cold but the sleep. Our instructor had taught us to poke a small air hole in the roof, to wear a wool hat (a toque) to bed, and to climb into double sleeping bags. And then, he predicted, the "best sleep you'll ever have."<br /><br />[<a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2220293/?from=rss">more ...</a>]  ]]></description>
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  <author>Tim Wu</author>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 09:29:05 EST</pubDate>
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  <title>The irresistible appeal of polar travel.</title>
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  <description><![CDATA[  I had been in Antarctica for about a week when I first felt it, and when I did, it was unmistakable. We were walking up a glacier in a place called Charlotte's Bay, a deep, blue sea surrounded by a giant circle of falling glaciers. It was time to turn back and return to the ship, but I suddenly felt a strange impulse to stay forever. I thought about running away from the ship, scrambling up the glacier, and heading south, way south, toward the South Pole itself.<br /><br />[<a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2217426/?from=rss">more ...</a>]  ]]></description>
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  <author>Tim Wu</author>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 5 May 2009 12:43:02 EST</pubDate>
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