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		<title>By: Kevin Dugan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kevin Dugan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2006 22:35:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We were conditioned like Pavlovian dogs early on in life when the ice cream man used to coast through neighborhoods. The truck played a tune that would cause most every kid to scramble indoors to get cash and make it back out before the tune was out of earshot.
Good times.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We were conditioned like Pavlovian dogs early on in life when the ice cream man used to coast through neighborhoods. The truck played a tune that would cause most every kid to scramble indoors to get cash and make it back out before the tune was out of earshot.</p>
<p>Good times.</p>
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		<title>By: Peter</title>
		<link>http://cultureby.com/2006/10/elementary_mark.html/comment-page-1#comment-3796</link>
		<dc:creator>Peter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 18:31:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once consulted to an internet start-up which rented an open-plan floor several storeys up in a new, anonymous office building in central London (UK).  Within a few days of moving in, a very entrepreneurial young guy started arriving each mid-morning and mid-afternoon with a large wooden tray strung from his neck, filled with sandwiches he&#039;d made that morning at home.    He had no horn, but would enter the (un-manned) door to the floor from the lift and shout &quot;Sandwich guy here!&quot;  He soon had a roaring trade, and people would end-up talking together about their work as they were served.
Soon, management noticed, and decided that he was a waste of staff time, and a security risk.  Who knew what hi-tech plans he could steal while selling everyone sandwiches with a heavy tray around his neck! So, they banned him.  Result -- unhappy entrepreneur, hungry employees, and much less interaction among employees.
Of course, the start-up is now bust!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once consulted to an internet start-up which rented an open-plan floor several storeys up in a new, anonymous office building in central London (UK).  Within a few days of moving in, a very entrepreneurial young guy started arriving each mid-morning and mid-afternoon with a large wooden tray strung from his neck, filled with sandwiches he&#8217;d made that morning at home.    He had no horn, but would enter the (un-manned) door to the floor from the lift and shout &#8220;Sandwich guy here!&#8221;  He soon had a roaring trade, and people would end-up talking together about their work as they were served.</p>
<p>Soon, management noticed, and decided that he was a waste of staff time, and a security risk.  Who knew what hi-tech plans he could steal while selling everyone sandwiches with a heavy tray around his neck! So, they banned him.  Result &#8212; unhappy entrepreneur, hungry employees, and much less interaction among employees.</p>
<p>Of course, the start-up is now bust!</p>
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		<title>By: Steve Portigal</title>
		<link>http://cultureby.com/2006/10/elementary_mark.html/comment-page-1#comment-3795</link>
		<dc:creator>Steve Portigal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 18:27:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m reminded of the horn language in India - where the traffic seems to be utterly random but eventually patterns emerge out of the chaos, rules for cooperation that don&#039;t resemble our rules but still work, somewhat reasonably well. And the horn serves to tell other cars not &quot;get out of the way, jerk!&quot; but &quot;I&#039;m near you so be careful.&quot; Certainly we saw more of the cooperative honking in Bangalore (Bengalaru?) than in the super metropolis of Mumbai...
And lots of bumper stickers that have combinations of the words &quot;sound&quot; &quot;horn&quot; &quot;ok&quot; in various sizes and fonts that colorfully indicate that the drive of that vehicle welcomes such communication from fellow travelers.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m reminded of the horn language in India &#8211; where the traffic seems to be utterly random but eventually patterns emerge out of the chaos, rules for cooperation that don&#8217;t resemble our rules but still work, somewhat reasonably well. And the horn serves to tell other cars not &#8220;get out of the way, jerk!&#8221; but &#8220;I&#8217;m near you so be careful.&#8221; Certainly we saw more of the cooperative honking in Bangalore (Bengalaru?) than in the super metropolis of Mumbai&#8230;</p>
<p>And lots of bumper stickers that have combinations of the words &#8220;sound&#8221; &#8220;horn&#8221; &#8220;ok&#8221; in various sizes and fonts that colorfully indicate that the drive of that vehicle welcomes such communication from fellow travelers.</p>
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