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   	 		<atom:name>gilbertseyes</atom:name>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Mythconception]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>148969</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-09-09 22:36:52</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Mythconception-148969/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[wondering why I feel uninspired I struggle to realise that i ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;"><b><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);">wondering why I feel uninspired I struggle to realise that it is all in my mind. It feel so physical, my chest is tight, my eyes are weeping and my hands are weak. I try to tap, one letter at a time. It makes no difference, the words wont come. They won't come because I am so afraid that they are unworthy, insufficient and cramp. <br />
<br />
But worse than that is no words at all. Average words can be shaded and revised a beautiful and intelligent construction can emerge from the ashes of my mind.<br />
<br />
Just start and type away, you will get there, just one word and more will follow.</span></b></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Iced Up]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>133924</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-08-06 03:01:01</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Iced-Up-133924/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Wipping round my mind.
Jutting up the slop
cutting into my ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;">Wipping round my mind.<br />
Jutting up the slop<br />
cutting into my finger.<br />
What can I do, I can't stop.<br />
<br />
Shrill pitch.<br />
That snitch.<br />
Wipping through my heart<br />
stopped dead!<br />
<br />
No inbetween?<br />
I can't go ahead<br />
I don't want to go back<br />
But I still want something,<br />
what can I do?</span></span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Joy in simplicity]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>117816</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-07-02 23:53:25</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Joy-in-simplicity-117816/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[There you were, across the room.
Sitting silently, your sho ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ There you were, across the room.<br />
Sitting silently, your shoulders bowed.<br />
My mouth crinkles and my heart flutters,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; sitting there silently something within me sturs.<br />
<br />
How lucky, how fortunate!<br />
something so slight <br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; it&nbsp; prevokes so much thought.<br />
Both joyful and sombre,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; it manifests, content.<br />
<br />
Looking beyond the tranparent sheld.<br />
The stillness within soothes <br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; against the oratory fight that manifests beyond our view.<br />
Alone in our togetherness we meet in our embrace,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; my mouth crinkles and my heart flutters.<br type="_moz" /> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Poem 4]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>99845</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-05-22 07:28:49</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Poem-4-99845/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Like me and&nbsp; you in lines along the wall
Love is in my ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Like me and&nbsp; you in lines along the wall<br />
Love is in my mind and rose<br />
Curled around and purring like a cat<br />
In love entwined together<br />
Outside the box looking in,<br />
&nbsp; in it the mundane, our love is expressed<br />
<br />
Lying out, looking up and looking down.<br />
The two of us alone in wait,<br />
and then a rush, our hearts entwined.<br />
The tenacious cat now lies out flat and purrs<br type="_moz" />
</span></span></i></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[For my mum]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>84763</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-04-09 04:29:00</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/For-my-mum-84763/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[If you would stay,
I could go on.
If you would hold me for ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ If you would stay,<br />
I could go on.<br />
If you would hold me forever,<br />
I could go on.<br />
<br />
If&nbsp; I could just glimps you,<br />
out of the corner of my eye,<br />
I could go on.<br />
<br />
But you cannot say,<br />
I can't go on.<br />
You cannot hold me,<br />
but I have to go on.<br />
<br />
For with out me, you will be gone,<br />
if I don't go on,<br />
who will remember !<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Blanc Noir]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>84415</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-04-08 09:04:15</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Blanc-Noir-84415/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[See me.
Feel me.
Blanc twice,
Noir always?
ubiquity and  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ See me.<br />
Feel me.<br />
Blanc twice,<br />
Noir always?<br />
ubiquity and nothingness.<br />
<br />
my paradigm is an an anacronism.<br />
touch me.<br />
want me, <br />
I need that now.<br />
<br />
Listen.<br />
Senseless, uninspired.<br />
you just don't know,<br />
couched in my dispare ...<br />
<br />
combusted in poles<br />
Blanc, noir dread!<br />
<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[sometimes I think...]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>84410</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-04-08 08:48:35</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/sometimes-I-think...-84410/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[There was a girl, and she dreamed of all she would become. A ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <span style="font-size: larger;"><b>There was a girl, and she dreamed of all she would become. And I say would, because we all makes choices and our dreams we will have a role in the formation of our future.&nbsp; the places she would go, the feelings she would experience, the smells sensations and tastes&nbsp; the world would bring into her life, and the utter joy one can get from just living in the world.<br />
<br />
This will be a story of all the experiences that make you who you are, day by day, crisis , love, dreams they will all be recorded and will form the greatest story that can be told, one of a life lived!<br />
<br />
dreams...</b></span><br type="_moz" /> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Poem 3]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>83915</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-04-07 03:29:00</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Poem-3-83915/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[drifting...waning...waxing
the velvet centre of our time
s ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;">drifting...waning...waxing<br />
the velvet centre of our time<br />
swinging...singing...lullaby<br />
<br />
bursting...streaming...growing<br />
The Goddess of our waking hours<br />
rising...singing...surrounding<br />
<br />
<br />
behind and above and below and inside<br />
intwined and emerging from within and without<br />
the sphere of our knowing is beyond your control<br />
<br />
embrace the flame, and crush the jewell<br />
impossibility is our only retreat</div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Job Interview]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>83914</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-04-07 03:17:42</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Job-Interview-83914/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I went for a job interview today, I have only ever attended  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ I went for a job interview today, I have only ever attended one interview before, so I was very nervous, the problem was I apparently was not very good at hiding my nerves. The interviewer seemed really positive but now I am so worried about what she thinks about me that I can't relax. The worst result of course will be if I don't get the job and have been through all that stress. Being stressed is so distracting, and overwhelming and then everything starts to spirals out of control....<br />
<br />
Deep breaths... Deep breaths!<br />
<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[There she was]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>82586</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-04-03 06:05:00</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/There-she-was-82586/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Last night I watched this really interesting program on tele ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ Last night I watched this really interesting program on television about internet, and children. It was crazy, I mean the internet first rose to a level of recognition in around what? 1996, I really started to use it when I was in year 8 and 9 so 96 / 97 but it has changed and develped so much since then. BUt back to the program, these kids had been using the internet since year 1, and a large part of their social interaction was taking place online, to an extent some of their most fulfilling interation was happening in online social spaces. The problem the documentary makers where looking at was the rise of siber bullying and the problem with it being out of the physical realm and therefore&nbsp; difficult for parents and teachers to monitor .&nbsp; They also considered the ability it gave to so many children to express themselves and to develope social relationships where in the physical world they had face significant issues of isolation. It is a facinating debate and one that we will be having for many years. <br />
<br />
What does everyone think about this . I would love to hear everyones opinions.<br />
<br />
: )<br />
<br />
cheers<br type="_moz" /> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Mish Mash]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>82191</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-04-02 17:15:00</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Mish-Mash-82191/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I just dont know what to do with myself!

But hopefully so ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ I just dont know what to do with myself!<br />
<br />
But hopefully some day I will, optomism that is the order of the day!<br />
<br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Sycophantic rage]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>82187</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-04-02 16:35:00</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Sycophantic-rage-82187/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[...yeh the title actually has nothing to do with what I am w ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <span style="font-size: medium;">...yeh the title actually has nothing to do with what I am writing about today. I just like the word sycophantic, it has pscho connotations. I love a bit of psychosis.<br />
<br />
Anyway back to my problem. I am having alot of trouble writing at moment which is rather a large problem as that is the purpose of 2008. I have to write a 20,000 thesis. Now, I have lots of things to say about my general topic of research. However, the first chapter has to be a liturature review, which basically requires that I talk about all the significant contibution made to the area of reseach, which in my case is nationalism and national identity. I am really struggling with writing about other peoples work, it makes me nervous. This nervosis&nbsp; is strange as this ( writing about other peoples work) is pretty much all one does in their undergraduate work. Actually while I am nervous, it is probable more a feeling of being overwhelmed that is blocking my writing, there are just so many people who have written about nationalism and national identity, but most of the significant theorising is done in relation to europe, and I am writing about Australia, which is unique, due to many complicated and relational factors. AHHH... I am nervous of misinterpreting or oversimplifying theories that have taken 300 pages of a published text to flesh out.<br />
<br />
Anyway... I went to my friends hens night a little while ago, it made me feel really old, very happy for her, but really old. She is marrying a great guy, and she is a wonderful person, it is really glorious when you see two people happy who really deserve to be so. I was so happy while celebrating that I drank a bit to much and spent the next day in bed, I don't think I have ever felt so ill, and to add insult to injury there was NOTHING on television.<br />
<br />
Coke (the beverage) is really a wonder drug for hangovers, but its soothing effect it has on an alcohol ravaged stomach does suprise me given the well knowen corrosive properties it possesses.<br />
<br />
Well thats enough rambeling. </span><br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Crap, Buggar sh*t]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>79980</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-03-27 00:25:11</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Crap%2C-Buggar-sh%2At-79980/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I have almost finished this reading&nbsp; I have to do for u ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ I have almost finished this reading&nbsp; I have to do for uni, and I had a break an hour ago, and I still have not got back to it. I am reading about the cultural field of Literature and Art, the piece is written by a famous French social theorist Peirre Bourdieu, it facinating stuff but dense and time consuming to read. I am going to put in a quote where he is talking about the importance of meaning in understanding our world, but with this he is also suggesting, for me, the power of words and context in creating meaning but also in making social change and challenging dominant discourse.<br />
<i><br />
&quot;Ignorance of everything which goes to make up the 'mood of the age' produces a derealization of works: stripped of everything which attached them to the most concrete debates of their time (I am thinking in particular of the connotations of words), they are impoverished and transformed in the direction of intellectualism&nbsp; or an empty humanism&quot; <br />
(bourdieu, 1993:32)<br type="_moz" />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Quote: Richard Sennett]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>79974</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-03-27 00:02:41</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Quote%3A-Richard-Sennett-79974/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[What is happening to western society?

&quot;The social gu ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="font-size: medium;">What is happening to western society?</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Courier New;"><b>&quot;The social guarantees of the welfare states of an earlier era are breaking down, new capitalism itself has become economically flexible, highly mobile and corporate structures are less determinate in form and structure&quot; (R Sennett, 1997)</b></span></span><br />
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Soaring above the storm]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>75599</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-03-16 06:54:27</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Soaring-above-the-storm-75599/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[&nbsp;The willow and the moss.
Suddenly,
in stasis, like h ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: larger;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">The willow and the moss.<br />
Suddenly,<br />
in stasis, like her stream.<br />
<br />
It is still, it is still.<br />
<br />
With wings of freedom upon her back,<br />
she cast those eye's upon her velvet prize.<br />
<br />
Up.<br />
<br />
Crashing down and leaping back,<br />
she crossed the void.<br />
<br />
And then,<br />
the end?<br />
<br />
The bloated sky burst forth,<br />
bound by wind and rain around.<br />
<br />
Yet now,<br />
<br />
with heat and warmth, Embrace!<br />
The star of the day will save the quest.<br />
<br />
The ice and rain,<br />
now haze and steam,<br />
subsided!<br />
Reveals her stream again<br />
</span></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[All you need is love]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>73828</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-03-11 01:36:16</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/All-you-need-is-love-73828/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[I am just listening to The Beatles classic &quot;All you nee ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><i>I am just listening to The Beatles classic &quot;All you need is love&quot;. I highly recommend this song, It always cheers me up. You do not need to love someone romanitically to be unlifted my this number. My heart just lifts a bit, and I feel hope.&nbsp; And even just the smallest amount of hope can save anyone, and pull them into the light.</i></span></span></span><br type="_moz" /> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>73827</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-03-11 01:32:18</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/The-Tomb-of-the-Unknown-Soldier-73827/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Benedict Anderson (1983)

&quot;Yet void as these tombs ar ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <span style="font-size: larger;"><b>Benedict Anderson (1983)</b></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: larger;"><i>&quot;Yet void as these tombs are of identifiable moratal remains or immortal souls, they are nonetheless saturated with ghostly national imaginings&quot;</i></span></span><br type="_moz" /> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Beth Orton]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>71311</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-03-05 00:09:58</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Beth-Orton-71311/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[www.youtube.com/watch ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWoMq46g0XU" target="Beth Orton">www.youtube.com/watch</a><br type="_moz" /> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Quote: Huge MacKay 2007]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>70862</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-03-03 18:37:56</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Quote%3A-Huge-MacKay-2007-70862/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[You're appalled by bullying? Speak up, every time. You weep  ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"><span style="font-size: larger;">You're appalled by bullying? Speak up, every time. You weep over homelessness, disadvantage and poverty? Ring up any of the charities responding to these problems and ask what you can do. (They might need you to drive a minibus, peell spuds, sort clothes or serve meals for a few hours a week.) You think society is suffering from too much busyness, too little courtesy, too little eye contact? Or that Loyalty and honesty are things of the past? You think it's outrageous that people don't even know their neighbours' names?<br />
<br />
</span></span></span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);">There's no magic wand. You exist in a circle. <br />
Join the dots!</span></i></b></span></div> ]]>
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  			<atom:title><![CDATA[Nationalism]]></atom:title>
  			<atom:id>70838</atom:id>
  			<atom:updated>2008-03-03 17:25:45</atom:updated>
  			<atom:link href='http://www.thoughts.com/gilbertseyes/blog/Nationalism-70838/'/>

  			<atom:summary><![CDATA[Nationalism grew from the marriage of state and culture ( Er ...]]></atom:summary>
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    				<![CDATA[ <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nationalism grew from the marriage of state and culture ( Ernest Gellner, 1995) . What does this mean for us? Well, this marks the beginings for the concept of nationhood, national identity and but also a new form of social exclusion.&nbsp; Nationalism is a modern form of social organisation, and relies on a common 'high' culture and a shared method of communication, an imagined community (Benedict Anderson). This idea of the imagined community seeks to explain how it is that you as an Australia, America, Irish, English person can feel a connection with other country women/men etc. that you have never, met will never see or communicate with, yet the nation relies on your ability to imagine these people, your fellow country women/men etc. exists and you share a national identity and values and beliefs that encompass the character of your nation. However today, in globalisation theory and post modernism, there is a argument that the nation and nationalism is in decline due to the forces of our modern society global economies new communiation technologies such as the one I am using now, and global warming. All of these issues cause for a breaking down of national symbolic boundaries and an opening uo to other communities ourside of the national. This is true in some senses but other events such as 9/11 have also had the oposite effect, in causing nations to rebuid and strength national boundaries and reassert the power of states with alliances between nations, that actually in my opinion reinforce the nation as the significant form of social organisation at least in the western world. <br />
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Why is this important? and what should we wish for? Nationalism is both good and bad an the concept does not just refer to violent uprising and revolutionary groups, we flag nationalism as Australian or americans, when we sing our national athems or barrick for our national team, even on this website people define themselves in some way in relaiton to their country of origin and are in essence flagging their nationhood and reasserting the significance of the nation in our current global world.&nbsp; So nationalism is not better or worse on the front the the globalised or individualised world people can imagine it is just a product of the modern world . Nationalism was first fully fledged as we understand it , in a global sense, oday in the early 20th century , although we see early examples in the french and american revolutions however these coutries were not fully imagined as national communitites until the event of industralisation.&nbsp; This discussion in also important as it can allow us to understand recent events with the creation of Kosovo as an independent state, but is also can help us understand where we are going into the future.</span></span></b></span></div> ]]>
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