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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037</id><updated>2009-09-28T21:45:41.139-07:00</updated><title type="text">Fil-a-Buster</title><subtitle type="html">Wasted days and wasted nights</subtitle><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/blogger.html" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/blogger.html/atom.xml" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>871</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Fil-a-buster" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-6633683608014222426</id><published>2009-09-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:45:41.153-07:00</updated><title type="text">All the other news...</title><summary type="text"> The New York Times Web site has this great little feature on their tech page where they cull the very best stories from around the Web and present them to their readers as "Technology Headlines from Around the Web."Maybe the robot that does this was on holiday today, 'cause they were slightly redundant.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/6633683608014222426" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/6633683608014222426" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2009_09_01_blogarchive.html#6633683608014222426" title="All the other news..." /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-1387941147737864307</id><published>2009-08-14T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:32:12.677-07:00</updated><title type="text">Scenes from Quebec</title><summary type="text">Some scenes from our very relaxing vacation in Quebec, where Michael is still the King.And good conversation can be had on a hot day.And everyone bikes (without a helmet). You can rent a Bixi for $5 per day and park it in one of these ubiquitous public racks.Children are helpful.And badminton is competitive.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/1387941147737864307" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/1387941147737864307" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2009_08_01_blogarchive.html#1387941147737864307" title="Scenes from Quebec" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-5344966005226210056</id><published>2009-02-02T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:58:49.569-08:00</updated><title type="text">Worst phishing attempt ever</title><summary type="text">Over the past years, scammers have taken to sending people really targeted email that looks like it comes from a trusted source in hopes of tricking the victim into giving up sensitive information -- passwords to corporate networks or banking accounts. Stuff like that. It's called spear phishing, and I write about it quite a lot. I think that a spearphishing email designed to look like it came </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/5344966005226210056" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/5344966005226210056" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2009_02_01_blogarchive.html#5344966005226210056" title="Worst phishing attempt ever" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-4998253700347509699</id><published>2009-01-29T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:21:03.159-08:00</updated><title type="text">Going all night</title><summary type="text">I'm working late, not worrying about my early start tomorrow. Writing. Listening to music I like. Alone. No distractions. Making progress. I want it to last all night. When I was young and pulled all-nighters it was all dread and distraction. Tonight is more fun, maybe because this time seems rarer and more precious. And it seems like somehow, slightly, I'll get it done. I just know it. I'm </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/4998253700347509699" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/4998253700347509699" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2009_01_01_blogarchive.html#4998253700347509699" title="Going all night" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-6058609641667404402</id><published>2008-12-21T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:21:42.339-08:00</updated><title type="text">Seen on Filbert Street</title><summary type="text"> A good use of dead wood.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/6058609641667404402" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/6058609641667404402" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_12_01_blogarchive.html#6058609641667404402" title="Seen on Filbert Street" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-4006272044556498699</id><published>2008-12-18T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:12:44.501-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="schemes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recycling" /><title type="text">Dreams of Steel</title><summary type="text">Anna and I have been fighting lately about bags and the fine line between garbage and adventure. The way, I see it, Dreams of Steel was an act of divine inspiration. Three years ago one of the nuns next door asked me if she could have our old cans and beer bottles. It was for a field trip to Germany. A simple girl, a little bit worn,  but like all of our neighborhood nuns, solid and clean as a </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/4006272044556498699" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/4006272044556498699" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_12_01_blogarchive.html#4006272044556498699" title="Dreams of Steel" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-8009664469914552148</id><published>2008-12-09T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:13:46.961-08:00</updated><title type="text">A gas tax. Hell yes!</title><summary type="text">Driving home from Cisco last night, I passed a gas station: $1.95 a gallon. That's expensive, compared to the rest of America but cheap cheap cheap compared to the $4 or so I was paying in the summer. In fact, the steep drop in gas prices here in the U.S. has pretty much amounted to a multibillion dollar economic stimulus package for most Americans. A lot of that money we were previously spending</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/8009664469914552148" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/8009664469914552148" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_12_01_blogarchive.html#8009664469914552148" title="A gas tax. Hell yes!" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-7587378289578785645</id><published>2008-11-16T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:02:04.998-08:00</updated><title type="text" /><summary type="text">There's now a blog for all things Gardencourt (a.k.a. McGarrigle folk music compound) featuring a just superb illustration of the grand old place done by Kathleen Weldon. I love it.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/7587378289578785645" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/7587378289578785645" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_11_01_blogarchive.html#7587378289578785645" title="" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-7229594659357580458</id><published>2008-11-03T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:33:51.804-08:00</updated><title type="text">Obama's name used to flog anti gay marriage prop in california</title><summary type="text">Saw this ad on Facebook today. It links to this ad.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/7229594659357580458" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/7229594659357580458" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_11_01_blogarchive.html#7229594659357580458" title="Obama's name used to flog anti gay marriage prop in california" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-4183060098309230026</id><published>2008-10-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:33:16.750-07:00</updated><title type="text">Wanted: #2 boss for free world (some executive experience required)</title><summary type="text">(thanks Timmy)</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/4183060098309230026" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/4183060098309230026" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_10_01_blogarchive.html#4183060098309230026" title="Wanted: #2 boss for free world (some executive experience required)" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-1960077036173132492</id><published>2008-10-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:36:10.873-07:00</updated><title type="text">Bailout bill bails out cyclists</title><summary type="text">From the San Francisco Bicycle coalition.The SFBC is happy to announce that after seven years of slogging, the federal Bicycle Commuter Benefit suddenly became a reality last week as part of the $850 billion bailout bill signed by the President on Friday. The "Emergency Economic Stabilization Act of 2008" contains language (scroll to p. 205) that will amend the U.S. Tax Code to permit employers </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/1960077036173132492" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/1960077036173132492" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_10_01_blogarchive.html#1960077036173132492" title="Bailout bill bails out cyclists" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-8365382220862275350</id><published>2008-10-06T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:06:25.090-07:00</updated><title type="text">Hindsight is allright</title><summary type="text">I have to hand it to the NY Times's Gretchen Morgenson. She's been on top of this mortgage meltdown every step of the way. She's the first person I remember writing about the credit default swap implosion, and it's interesting to read her Feb 2008 column about these products today. Equally interesting is this Aug 2007 column by Ben Stein, downplaying the whole situation. Stein writes:The rate of </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/8365382220862275350" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/8365382220862275350" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_10_01_blogarchive.html#8365382220862275350" title="Hindsight is allright" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-7102967749750235420</id><published>2008-10-06T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:55:28.773-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Glob is back</title><summary type="text">After a, what, 1 year hiatus, James MacDougall's Glob &amp; Wail is back, along with many cat, dog &amp; bird photos. Let's hope we don't have to wait much longer or the crazy video postings. That was always my favorite part. Good to have you back, Jimmy.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/7102967749750235420" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/7102967749750235420" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_10_01_blogarchive.html#7102967749750235420" title="The Glob is back" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-7852228588277103707</id><published>2008-10-05T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:45:24.837-07:00</updated><title type="text">Ralph Stanley's Obama ad</title><summary type="text">Wow.From the Boston Herald.With banjos picking in the background, Stanley opens the folksy 60-second ad with, "Howdy, friends ..." He claims Obama will cut taxes for "everyday folks" and invest in rural areas to keep children from leaving home to find jobs.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/7852228588277103707" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/7852228588277103707" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_10_01_blogarchive.html#7852228588277103707" title="Ralph Stanley's Obama ad" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-461390493330685737</id><published>2008-10-05T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T03:36:33.254-07:00</updated><title type="text">I can't sleep, but not because of the bailout</title><summary type="text">When we reporters talk about CEOs we sometimes make it sound like they are somehow the owners of the companies they run, or manage really. Usually that's not true. In publicly traded companies the CEO owns, at best, a fraction of the enterprise. Bill Gates owns way more than a typical CEO -- just under 9 percent of Microsoft --  the company's current CEO, Steve Ballmer, even less.We forget this, </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/461390493330685737" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/461390493330685737" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_10_01_blogarchive.html#461390493330685737" title="I can't sleep, but not because of the bailout" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-8302152480794916598</id><published>2008-09-29T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:07:48.840-07:00</updated><title type="text">Obama: Official candidate of people with way too much time on their hands</title><summary type="text">From the WSJ.A few people started watching the video, which shows the sign next to another sign endorsing a local candidate, beside a flowerbed. The only reliable action consists of the occasional car passing in the background.Still, by that first evening, more than 100 people were watching. The next day, when Preston checked the site during lunch at school, more than 450 were there, not only </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/8302152480794916598" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/8302152480794916598" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_09_01_blogarchive.html#8302152480794916598" title="Obama: Official candidate of people with way too much time on their hands" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-8440160872554494837</id><published>2008-09-26T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:37:30.430-07:00</updated><title type="text">Sarah Palin vs. Ms. South Carolina redux</title><summary type="text">I guess this has been going on for awhile. This was posted Aug. 30. That's me, late to the trend again!</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/8440160872554494837" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/8440160872554494837" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_09_01_blogarchive.html#8440160872554494837" title="Sarah Palin vs. Ms. South Carolina redux" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-6736373735461191753</id><published>2008-09-26T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:24:09.511-07:00</updated><title type="text">More Sarah Palin / Miss whatever stuff</title><summary type="text">And now, the National Review says... Only Palin can save McCain, her party, and the country she loves. She can bow out for personal reasons, perhaps because she wants to spend more time with her newborn. No one would criticize a mother who puts her family first.Do it for your country. (thanks Elizabeth)</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/6736373735461191753" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/6736373735461191753" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_09_01_blogarchive.html#6736373735461191753" title="More Sarah Palin / Miss whatever stuff" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-3815225388256255499</id><published>2008-09-25T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:14:19.354-07:00</updated><title type="text">Sarah Palin vs. Ms. South Carolina</title><summary type="text">Just starting to see the Sarah Palin vs. Miss South Carolina references on Twitter and YouTube. I don't think Palin's performance was quite that bad, but I wonder if it will stick? Miss South Carolina, Caitlin Upton, you may recall, bungled a Miss Teen USA question on why so many Americans can't locate the US on a world map.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/3815225388256255499" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/3815225388256255499" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_09_01_blogarchive.html#3815225388256255499" title="Sarah Palin vs. Ms. South Carolina" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-2066807000884798086</id><published>2008-09-13T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:03:11.697-07:00</updated><title type="text">Does anybody really read liveblogging?</title><summary type="text">It's usually the worst, most boring kind of reporting. Personally I hate it. I think it speaks to the journalists ego more than anything else. Well if you like it, here's one for you: a twittered child's funeral. Seriously.From the Washington Post.In a move that was not only morbid, but called into question by a slew of critics, a Colorado newspaper reporter Twittered a three-year old's funeral </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/2066807000884798086" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/2066807000884798086" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_09_01_blogarchive.html#2066807000884798086" title="Does anybody really read liveblogging?" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-4186947929072172092</id><published>2008-09-10T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:15:13.154-07:00</updated><title type="text">Obama mocks environmentalists with "fish" comment</title><summary type="text">Or is it chip shop owners? Or geriatric aquatic creatures? Either way, I think white female voters should be offended!Said Obama:You can wrap an old fish in a piece of paper called change. It's still going to stink after eight years.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/4186947929072172092" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/4186947929072172092" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_09_01_blogarchive.html#4186947929072172092" title="Obama mocks environmentalists with &quot;fish&quot; comment" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-943722396404211303</id><published>2008-09-09T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:52:17.143-07:00</updated><title type="text">I'm back; I'm old; what's it to you?</title><summary type="text">I'm back. Shaken up, bumped around and seeing the world through new (older) eyes after an amazing birthday evenement in Quebec this past month.Thanks so much to all of you who mailed and emailed Facebooked and *gasp* dropped by for my big birthday party. It was amazing, and too quick, and amazing all over again.I have a lot to say, but I'm working again, so not a lot of time to say it. I do want </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/943722396404211303" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/943722396404211303" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_09_01_blogarchive.html#943722396404211303" title="I'm back; I'm old; what's it to you?" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-1606513651043750042</id><published>2008-08-13T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:19:55.819-07:00</updated><title type="text">Barf is not all beautiful</title><summary type="text">This is the most popular shirt I wear to Gig's daycare.Gigi was sick last night, vomiting in our bedroom at 1 am and feeling generally sick through the night. This morning she said to Anna:"Barf is not all beautiful like a rainbow on daddy's shirt."</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/1606513651043750042" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/1606513651043750042" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_08_01_blogarchive.html#1606513651043750042" title="Barf is not all beautiful" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-6197381422071945874</id><published>2008-07-31T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:21:32.190-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Spam News</title><summary type="text">You know there's an interesting alternative reality in the spamosphere. If I'd clicked on the links to any of these emails caught by my spam filter, they'd have probably tried to install a Trojan on my computer. Some of them may be true, or kind of true. But when you look at the headlines together you get an Onion-like picture on what news stories people *would* click on:A-Rod to wed Madonna in </summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/6197381422071945874" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/6197381422071945874" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_07_01_blogarchive.html#6197381422071945874" title="The Spam News" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3180037.post-5798398942881375834</id><published>2008-07-23T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:49:44.741-07:00</updated><title type="text">More on Nick &amp; Kahoru's wedding</title><summary type="text">Our camera didn't work the day of the wedding, but they had pros there to capture the event.</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/5798398942881375834" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3180037/posts/default/5798398942881375834" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://filbert.net/blogger/2008_07_01_blogarchive.html#5798398942881375834" title="More on Nick &amp; Kahoru's wedding" /><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07857549991464420776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14541048076601185611" /></author></entry></feed>
