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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>bit by bit with pieces</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @bitbybitwithpieces)</generator><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/fc293793598b2391366ebf4e8716dbf5/tumblr_mnc56lPPzO1qf7xjxo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53244720799</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53244720799</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:20:32 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f4188f93980f6c9ea31aeacd441ec033/tumblr_mo44rc9DNp1qazj2jo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53244255130</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53244255130</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:14:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"We often use technology to save time, but increasingly, it either takes the saved time along with..."</title><description>“We often use technology to save time, but increasingly, it either takes the saved time along with it, or makes the saved time less present, intimate and rich. I worry that the closer the world gets to our fingertips, the further it gets from our hearts.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Jonathan Foer, “How Not to be Alone”&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53152381605</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53152381605</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 20:03:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders,..."</title><description>“We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes. Being attentive to the needs of others might not be the point of life, but it is the work of life. It can be messy, and painful, and almost impossibly difficult. But it is not something we give. It is what we get in exchange for having to die.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Jonathan Foer, “How Not to be Alone”&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53151629633</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53151629633</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:52:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>timeshaiku:

A haiku from the article: The Children of Taksim
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&lt;p&gt;A haiku from the article: &lt;a href="http://nyti.ms/12G6Lfh" target="_blank"&gt;The Children of Taksim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53143742189</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53143742189</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 17:59:10 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads"</title><description>“If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anatole France&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53085941853</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/53085941853</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 02:50:02 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/bed215684f3f7d2f3de100802f6844d1/tumblr_mnrnfaHiy31s3l4nyo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52979869600</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52979869600</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 19:05:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/c2539ac4a65cd342058055e6455416b1/tumblr_moct9iu4FO1rmcbt1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52954714213</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52954714213</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 12:39:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and..."</title><description>““Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;David Byrne&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52948059033</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52948059033</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 10:38:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/8b177c508da94709a108a8c2f8e307ca/tumblr_mn9pckkBug1qf588lo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52921734726</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52921734726</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2013 23:48:47 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"‪I always think about that great Joan Didion line: “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”..."</title><description>“‪I always think about that great Joan Didion line: “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.” It’s true. It’s a human impulse to create narratives, to rationalize and explain things with stories. But each person’s stories are different.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://therumpus.net/2013/06/the-rumpus-interview-with-elliott-holt/" target="_blank"&gt;The Rumpus Interview With Elliott Holt&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://therumpus.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;therumpus&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52665427615</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52665427615</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 19:54:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/e8cc19f24fcf1d3ed4b9eed26f35a269/tumblr_mn9c8rs1dL1qm8fzgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52665387149</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52665387149</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 19:53:46 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>earth-song:

A mountain goat descends a sheer rock wall to lick...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/558b85435f02c48c257b3ba1bcca2d7d/tumblr_mo1997Ch8v1qm8fzgo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://earth-song.tumblr.com/post/52504923836/a-mountain-goat-descends-a-sheer-rock-wall-to-lick" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;earth-song&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;A mountain goat descends a sheer rock wall to lick exposed salt. Glacier national Park, Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52508853182</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52508853182</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jun 2013 22:24:43 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>getoutoftherecat:

get off of there cat. you can’t drive....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/4dd8045f074cb29235349bf78afba8ff/tumblr_mnsjqaTyvI1qhwmnpo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://getoutoftherecat.tumblr.com/post/52108229659/get-off-of-there-cat-you-cant-drive-obviously" target="_blank"&gt;getoutoftherecat&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;get off of there cat. you can’t drive. obviously.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52182465612</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52182465612</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 21:00:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/d774b28a9bbe8edc19e6be00f2242d3d/tumblr_mnvkwzLbCx1qm8fzgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52182020197</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52182020197</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 20:54:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title> </title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/09e737bd1513b567f612f65783d00a71/tumblr_mnvmi6kb7q1s9exp4o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://haiku.nytimes.com/post/52146202864/after-all-i-said-this-country-was-founded-by-wor" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52181975913</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52181975913</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 20:54:21 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"The question is: when are you a writer? Are you a writer only when you’re sitting down at the table..."</title><description>“The question is: when are you a writer? Are you a writer only when you’re sitting down at the table writing, or are you a writer when you’re out in the world? I kind of like the idea that there’s a time when I’m not a writer. I’m just listening.”</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52181625558</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52181625558</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 20:49:43 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/1e6bfd35a1069201eb27ee00b7f4a9e8/tumblr_mnb5vpce9j1s9exp4o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52095806848</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52095806848</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2013 19:47:14 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Now be silent.
Let the One who creates the words speak.
He made the door.
He made the lock.
He also..."</title><description>“Now be silent.&lt;br/&gt;
Let the One who creates the words speak.&lt;br/&gt;
He made the door.&lt;br/&gt;
He made the lock.&lt;br/&gt;
He also made the key.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Rumi&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52095597903</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52095597903</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2013 19:44:30 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/76360ceb44772a9775479f3d79c914d5/tumblr_ml2ldm0Joh1qan7xfo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52095508108</link><guid>http://bitbybitwithpieces.tumblr.com/post/52095508108</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2013 19:43:20 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
