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The trouble with taxonomic boxes is... that that they tend to be empty, however beautiful they are on the outside.
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p.75 as cited in: R. Harper, L. Palen, A. Taylor (2005) The Inside Text: Social, Cultural and Design Perspectives on SMS. p.79

 

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