<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIGQ3c6eip7ImA9Wx5VFEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291</id><updated>2010-10-07T17:42:02.912-07:00</updated><title>Fresh Thoughts for Idle Minds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIGQ3c5eSp7ImA9Wx5VFEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-1434546863362594490</id><published>2010-10-07T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:42:02.921-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-07T17:42:02.921-07:00</app:edited><title>Music &amp; Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERbvKrH-GC4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERbvKrH-GC4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERbvKrH-GC4&lt;br /&gt;
Alan Watts narration over Matt Stone &amp; Trey Parker animation, if you get the chance check out some of his other lectures / audios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227334564492578291-1434546863362594490?l=peteronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/1434546863362594490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/10/acid-fuel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/1434546863362594490?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/1434546863362594490?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/10/acid-fuel.html' title='Music &amp; Life'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16598768078969182321'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUEEQn89cCp7ImA9Wx5WF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-6732722976924284449</id><published>2010-09-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:06:43.168-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-29T11:06:43.168-07:00</app:edited><title>Untitled</title><content type='html'>You are what you eat.&lt;br /&gt;
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No part, no cell, no molecule is the same as it was when you were first conceived. Every bite taken, every breath breathed, every everything that goes into your body is metabolized and assimilated to form what is "you". From one moment to the next cells in the body die only to be quickly replaced as the cycle of a slow but continual rebirth as occurs. In this sense you are never finite, static for a only moment, one with the everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Go ahead take a full breath, the Universe is generous. After all, you will give it back soon." &lt;br /&gt;
-Victor Littlebear&lt;br /&gt;
Please read some of his poems at&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.thebushiad.com/littlebear/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227334564492578291-6732722976924284449?l=peteronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/6732722976924284449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/6732722976924284449?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/6732722976924284449?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16598768078969182321'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUHRXw_eCp7ImA9Wx5XF0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-7139289720437293293</id><published>2010-09-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:50:34.240-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-17T19:50:34.240-07:00</app:edited><title>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2VWUsE169s/TJQoVGqLfxI/AAAAAAAAABo/QAgbzcMKI2E/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-17+at+10.46.42+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2VWUsE169s/TJQoVGqLfxI/AAAAAAAAABo/QAgbzcMKI2E/s320/Screen+shot+2010-09-17+at+10.46.42+PM.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily they live without their thoughts sifted and maintained by systematic reasoning and have a full direct perception of what the world truly is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227334564492578291-7139289720437293293?l=peteronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/7139289720437293293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/7139289720437293293?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/7139289720437293293?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16598768078969182321'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2VWUsE169s/TJQoVGqLfxI/AAAAAAAAABo/QAgbzcMKI2E/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-17+at+10.46.42+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04DQ3Y7cCp7ImA9Wx5XF0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-3537139324843925727</id><published>2010-09-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T18:06:12.808-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-17T18:06:12.808-07:00</app:edited><title>An excerpt from Kundalini Rising</title><content type='html'>"Each one of us has a set of gifts and skills that are perfect for the time, place, and relationships we find ourselves in. Imagine a world in which everyone did what they loved to do. Imagine there was an unlimited awareness in each of us for what those who are special to us need from us. Imagine that money was neither a priority nor a solution, and that the real priority in life was managing ourselves and our resources so that everyone is cared for. Imagine that instead of going to a corporate job each day, we simply met locally to find out what needed to be done that day, then did it."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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A greater awareness of mind, body, and other comes from the practitioning of knowledge gained through changes in perceptions who's origins are insignificant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227334564492578291-3537139324843925727?l=peteronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/3537139324843925727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/excerpt-from-kundalini-rising.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/3537139324843925727?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/3537139324843925727?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/excerpt-from-kundalini-rising.html' title='An excerpt from Kundalini Rising'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16598768078969182321'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQHRX89fip7ImA9Wx5XFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-6041936290771563857</id><published>2010-09-15T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:08:54.166-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-15T08:08:54.166-07:00</app:edited><title>If you're ever bored...</title><content type='html'>I recommend having a religious experience rather than reading about one. Self-flagellation, fasting, and not sleeping quells the ego pretty quick. &lt;br /&gt;
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"The perusal of a page from even the most beautifully written cookbook is no substitute for the eating of dinner."&lt;br /&gt;
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Or invest in some Peyote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227334564492578291-6041936290771563857?l=peteronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/6041936290771563857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-youre-ever-bored.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/6041936290771563857?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/6041936290771563857?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-youre-ever-bored.html' title='If you&apos;re ever bored...'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16598768078969182321'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4EQ3c_cSp7ImA9Wx5XFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-7846535133459447067</id><published>2010-09-14T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:28:22.949-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-14T16:28:22.949-07:00</app:edited><title>Freewill</title><content type='html'>Modern Neuroscience has proved that all our actions and decisions are merely the machinations of a predetermined universe and that our concept of free will is naught but a comforting illusion. Carl Jung theorized that all humans since the beginning of time have shared one soul which has been a composite of each individual's experiences as gained through the senses. Theoretically everyday choices we make could be part predetermined by a centralized collective unconscious. That we as humans are all the embodiment of this unconscious experiencing itself a trillion times over throughout what we call time on a path to the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you have any free time I recommend looking up the &lt;u&gt;I Ching,&lt;/u&gt; a classic Chinese text similar to tarrot readings though more ancient and on the belief that through existing, the individual is apart of the Universe and in some sense not an individual. That because the individual is part of the Universe, the individual was meant to exist and therefore is part of the Universe (a Tautology I know).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227334564492578291-7846535133459447067?l=peteronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/7846535133459447067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/freewill.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/7846535133459447067?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/7846535133459447067?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/freewill.html' title='Freewill'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16598768078969182321'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMGR306cSp7ImA9Wx5XEk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-7595363626607795212</id><published>2010-09-11T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:13:46.319-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-11T12:13:46.319-07:00</app:edited><title>A Few Words From Aldoux Huxley</title><content type='html'>In a world where education is predominantly verbal, highly educated people find it all but impossible to pay serious attention to anything but words and notions.&lt;br /&gt;
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A catalogue, a bibliography, a definitive edition of a third-rate versifier's ipsissima verba, a stupendous index to end all indexes--any genuinely Alexandrian project is sure if approval and financial support. But when it comes to finding out how you and I, our children and grandchildren, may become more perceptive, more intensely aware of inward and outward reality, more open to the Spirit, less apt, by psychological malpractices, to make ourselves physically ill, and more capable of controlling our own autonomic nervous system--when it comes to any form of non-verbal education more fundamental (and more likely to be of some practical use) than Swedish drill, no really respectable person in any really respectable university or church will do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Verbalists are suspicious of the non-verbal; rationalists fear the given, non-rational fact; intellectuals feel that "what we perceive by the eye (or in any other way) is foreign to us as such and need not impress us deeply.&lt;br /&gt;
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This matter of education in the non-verbal humanities will not fit into any of the established pigeonholes. It is not religion, not neurology, not gymnastics, not morality or civics, not even experimental psychology. This being so the subject is, for academic and ecclesiastical purposes, non-existent and may be safely ignored altogether or left, with a patronizing smile, to those whom the Pharisees of verbal orthodoxy call cranks, quacks, charlatans and unqualified amateurs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227334564492578291-7595363626607795212?l=peteronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/7595363626607795212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/few-words-from-aldoux-huxley.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/7595363626607795212?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/7595363626607795212?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/few-words-from-aldoux-huxley.html' title='A Few Words From Aldoux Huxley'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16598768078969182321'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkAAQno-cCp7ImA9Wx5XEEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-7892292373440749545</id><published>2010-09-09T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:19:03.458-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-09T15:19:03.458-07:00</app:edited><title>Every Man is an Island</title><content type='html'>Sensations, feelings, insights, all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never experiences themselves. By nature itself, every embodied spirit (literal meaning) is doomed to suffer and enjoy life in solitude. But humans can't stand being solitary and try to quell the feeling of "self" with company. We have a subconscious desire to have a universal mind to share what's truly in our spirit/soul/mind and to know what others are thinking, doing, and feeling. It's ironic ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227334564492578291-7892292373440749545?l=peteronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/7892292373440749545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/every-man-is-island.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/7892292373440749545?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/7892292373440749545?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/every-man-is-island.html' title='Every Man is an Island'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16598768078969182321'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEYCQns5eyp7ImA9Wx5XEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-320444379729022755</id><published>2010-09-09T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T05:42:43.523-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-09T05:42:43.523-07:00</app:edited><title>Language</title><content type='html'>It's hilarious how we try to understand the complexities of creation through a method of communication evolved in order to communicate where the ripe fruit was.&amp;nbsp; The fact that we as a species take to a form of communication only involving sounds is a bit unfulfilling for me, sure it lets as somewhat effectively transfer ideas and concepts but it hinders us to only understand what a person is saying. Most other mammals are able to pick up on each others thoughts and emotions through body language incredibly efficiently, and while we, as humans, actually do this subconciously as well, we've abandoned the ability to pick up on it. Communicating only through sound inhibits us to a great deal of miscommunication and the ability to only understand a person from what they're saying (which again goes back on the whole miscommunication part). We live in a society based around controlling the placement of seeds into the ground and yet we use a language developed to improve the hunter / gathering process.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It's time to develop a new form a communication. Hopefully technology pulls through.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://fora.tv/2009/10/06/Noam_Chomsky_Philosophies_of_Language_and_Politics"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://fora.tv/2009/10/06/Noam_Chomsky_Philosophies_of_Language_and_Politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227334564492578291-320444379729022755?l=peteronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/320444379729022755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/language.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/320444379729022755?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/320444379729022755?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/language.html' title='Language'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16598768078969182321'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YAR34yfCp7ImA9Wx5XEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-1782166944998481706</id><published>2010-09-09T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T05:25:46.094-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-09T05:25:46.094-07:00</app:edited><title>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I realized that listening to music without having the ability to play an instrument (alongside a few other factors) is the equivalent of eating without the ability to swallow. All you can do is put shit in your mouth and taste it without the proper ability to digest the nutrition of what you intake. By association I suppose Pop Music is the equivalent of Bubble Gum, while most radio friendly songs would resemble candy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's some shit them angsty teens be playing on their radio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/HUDtIJCPi_k/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HUDtIJCPi_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HUDtIJCPi_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2227334564492578291-1782166944998481706?l=peteronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/feeds/1782166944998481706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/1782166944998481706?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2227334564492578291/posts/default/1782166944998481706?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteronto.blogspot.com/2010/09/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>James L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07514861437088386147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16598768078969182321'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4CSXc_eCp7ImA9Wx5XEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2227334564492578291.post-6627778501036600250</id><published>2010-09-08T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T05:56:08.940-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-09T05:56:08.940-07:00</app:edited><title>Damn Kids and their Internet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;No one really lives in the moment anymore. People &lt;u&gt;HAVE&lt;/u&gt; to take a picture of every little thing they do, every little place they go. They have to tweet everything they do, what they just bought, people they just saw, conversations they just had. People don't live life for fun, to be spontaneous, etc. They live for what they'll be able to say online afterward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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