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	<title>Comments on: &#8230;everything else is just hearsay</title>
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	<description>Parts of it are excellent</description>
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		<title>By: The Curator&#8217;s Egg &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Title fight</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Curator&#8217;s Egg &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Title fight</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 May 2006 19:46:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Once upon a time I used to do really curatorial things - cataloguing collections, researching and writing exhibitions, rooting through the collections* - all the interesting things I&#8217;ve referred to elsewhere. One of the penalties of increasing management responsibility is that you end up doing less and less of what you came into museums to do, though I managed to avoid that for the first few years in my present post. These days I hardly see the inside of the museum store from one week to the next, and as for cataloguing objects - well, I have changed a couple of database entries in the last few years, and I did fill in some entries in the daybook a few months ago, but that&#8217;s about it. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Once upon a time I used to do really curatorial things - cataloguing collections, researching and writing exhibitions, rooting through the collections* - all the interesting things I&#8217;ve referred to elsewhere. One of the penalties of increasing management responsibility is that you end up doing less and less of what you came into museums to do, though I managed to avoid that for the first few years in my present post. These days I hardly see the inside of the museum store from one week to the next, and as for cataloguing objects - well, I have changed a couple of database entries in the last few years, and I did fill in some entries in the daybook a few months ago, but that&#8217;s about it. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: The Curator&#8217;s Egg &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Sense of history</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Curator&#8217;s Egg &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Sense of history</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2006 18:56:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Right back at the beginning of this blog I wrote about the experience which more than any other led me to working in museums. Now while that fixed in my head the value, the importance, of objects as the physical link to our past, it must be admitted that very few museums will provide that kind of experience. Indeed they generally (and we are no exception) provide almost the antithesis of it. For what was magic about my interaction with the 10,000 year old broken pottery? The fact that I held it in my hands - like making a physical contact with that unknown person ten millennia ago who made the pot (and whose fingerpints could still be seen in it), and with the people who had used it. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Right back at the beginning of this blog I wrote about the experience which more than any other led me to working in museums. Now while that fixed in my head the value, the importance, of objects as the physical link to our past, it must be admitted that very few museums will provide that kind of experience. Indeed they generally (and we are no exception) provide almost the antithesis of it. For what was magic about my interaction with the 10,000 year old broken pottery? The fact that I held it in my hands - like making a physical contact with that unknown person ten millennia ago who made the pot (and whose fingerpints could still be seen in it), and with the people who had used it. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: The Curator&#8217;s Egg &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Double Lammy</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Curator&#8217;s Egg &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Double Lammy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2005 18:35:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] The Curator&#8217;s Egg Parts of it are excellent      &#171; Going critical [...]</description>
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