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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:trampus.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>The Domain</title><link rel="self" href="http://trampus.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://trampus.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T09:37:23+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:trampus.blog.co.uk,2006-07-12:/2006/07/12/prologue~953398/</id><title>Prologue</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://trampus.blog.co.uk/2006/07/12/prologue~953398/"/><author><name>trampus</name></author><published>2006-07-12T11:49:17+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:49:17+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I will be using this blogsite as a diary, a journal, a sound bite, and most of all to record the experience of my final year at university studying sociology.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I will finish off with these words by John Holloway, a philosopher, who seems to capture the moment:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;‘We are flies caught in a spider’s web. We start from a tangled mess, because there is no other place to start. We cannot start by pretending to stand outside the dissonance of our own experience, for to do so would be a lie…We can only try to emancipate ourselves, to move outwards, negatively, critically, from where we are.’&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Many thanks to fayemana for introducing me to this blg location.&lt;/em&gt;
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