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I'm compiling all of my zillions of blogs into: &lt;a href="http://workdreameatrepeat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Work Dream Eat Repeat&lt;/a&gt;. Please update your feeds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-3795572447950641713?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/mwyjS6PDUQw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/mwyjS6PDUQw/fin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/fin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-6707877803560604565</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2011 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-29T13:54:31.172-06:00</atom:updated><title>soul sister</title><description>&lt;em&gt;"When I started making those weird voices, a lot of people told me how whack it was.. 'What the fuck are you doing?' they’d say. 'Why do you sound like that? That doesn’t sound sexy to me.' And then I started saying, Oh, that’s not sexy to you? Good. I’m going to do it more. Maybe I don’t want to be sexy to you today."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Nicki Minaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-6707877803560604565?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/IA47ql_OcX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/IA47ql_OcX4/soul-sister.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/soul-sister.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-555438869269089214</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2011 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-29T11:32:54.972-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CKuJ8eqY6M?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CKuJ8eqY6M?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" width="640"&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/3452032637584359418-555438869269089214?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/gPdChsOGn-Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/gPdChsOGn-Q/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-2184687332908853336</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-10T16:36:17.164-07:00</atom:updated><title>LOVE</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y33vuiLd7NM/TXlgaZyKTXI/AAAAAAAAAn4/SmZQrHPsS-U/s1600/chatroulette-trolling-best-job-ever1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Like, it's been confirmed. God I need to finish school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-7882643650052544379?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/8EGVLxRDBxg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/8EGVLxRDBxg/you-guys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-guys.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-3973197336023501425</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-09T11:47:44.709-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oh annnnd</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yso7Fndim-8/TXfKs4XPSOI/AAAAAAAAAng/cEoebBUK3gw/s1600/assignment%2B5%2Bpresentation.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yso7Fndim-8/TXfKs4XPSOI/AAAAAAAAAng/cEoebBUK3gw/s400/assignment%2B5%2Bpresentation.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582153135541930210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finalized presentation board for tonight's Sustainable Design class. This part of the project took two weeks. Shout out to my love for Photoshop help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other programs used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYA&lt;br /&gt;CAD&lt;br /&gt;InDesign&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-3973197336023501425?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/lRMY-ZsuS3M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/lRMY-ZsuS3M/oh-annnnd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yso7Fndim-8/TXfKs4XPSOI/AAAAAAAAAng/cEoebBUK3gw/s72-c/assignment%2B5%2Bpresentation.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-annnnd.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-8081837192845906811</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-09T10:30:18.667-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bliss</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUwpGJLkkSs/TXe5AU1xJkI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ksirgOmKgqo/s1600/solitary%2Bbliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnF_IXVWNZY/TXVc8wrx5XI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lQE9x8D16dY/s400/beautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581469512126031218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is hot like lava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-350312702114006233?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/KcCS4KTijtg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/KcCS4KTijtg/this-chick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BnF_IXVWNZY/TXVc8wrx5XI/AAAAAAAAAmo/lQE9x8D16dY/s72-c/beautiful.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-chick.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-7865477288101111536</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-07T13:58:15.716-07:00</atom:updated><title>Can I Say</title><description>Two things I don't understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 This current obsession with people putting slides in their houses&lt;br /&gt;2 Jack Nicholson*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This man is not attractive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-7865477288101111536?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/7mBedGZF86Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/7mBedGZF86Q/can-i-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/can-i-say.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-2391328893096543102</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-07T15:36:18.318-07:00</atom:updated><title>What I Did Yesterday</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7iKB21GU_Ck/TXU_jpLpvaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SaVOfLFeUEQ/s1600/ASSIGN%2B05%2BWater%2BPower%2BSystems.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7iKB21GU_Ck/TXU_jpLpvaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SaVOfLFeUEQ/s400/ASSIGN%2B05%2BWater%2BPower%2BSystems.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581437194778295714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My house for my Sustainable Design Class. Only "on grid" systems are black water disposal and potable water for faucets. Design is mostly passive (thermal mass, passive stack ventilation, living roof, geothermal insulation, light shelf, atrium, appropriate solar overhangs) with active systems (PV cells, windmills, biomass) generating power and heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendered above are the radiant flooring, hot water heater, and generator for pv cells and windmills; and the grey water and rainwater capture systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh annnnd, all materials are sourced withing 50 miles of SLC, and most are salvaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modeled and rendered in MAYA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-2391328893096543102?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/8fJM3P0gFgc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/8fJM3P0gFgc/what-i-did-yesterday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7iKB21GU_Ck/TXU_jpLpvaI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SaVOfLFeUEQ/s72-c/ASSIGN%2B05%2BWater%2BPower%2BSystems.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-i-did-yesterday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-8976915348023795998</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-07T11:11:19.383-07:00</atom:updated><title>Drive it like you stole it</title><description>"Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Helen Keller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-8976915348023795998?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/UwsHLoWO3T0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/UwsHLoWO3T0/drive-it-like-you-stole-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/drive-it-like-you-stole-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-7617168688776361982</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-07T11:09:33.071-07:00</atom:updated><title>Particularly relevant</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“&lt;span&gt;I believe that a man is the strongest soldier for daring to die unarmed.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;—&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-7617168688776361982?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/0xHJMDia-9s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/0xHJMDia-9s/particularly-relevant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/particularly-relevant.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-9020101131447325062</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2011 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-07T11:07:22.095-07:00</atom:updated><title>Adaptation</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“&lt;span&gt;It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;—&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Charles Darwin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-9020101131447325062?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/VMggcoMQBW0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/VMggcoMQBW0/adaptation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/adaptation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-851720715889190488</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-03T15:59:47.237-07:00</atom:updated><title>WE CAN STEAL PENISES??!?!??!?!? Why didn't anyone tell me!</title><description>"The treatise [Malleus Maleficarum] describes how women become inclined for witchcraft, claiming they were susceptible to demonic temptations through their manifold weaknesses. It was believed that they were weaker in faith and were more carnal than men.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-27" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malleus_Maleficarum#cite_note-27"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;Michael Bailey claims that most of the women accused as witches had strong personalities and were known to defy convention by overstepping the lines of proper female decorum.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-28" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malleus_Maleficarum#cite_note-28"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Malleus Maleficarum&lt;/i&gt; accuses witches of infanticide, cannibalism, casting evil spells to harm their enemies, and having the power to steal men’s penises."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-851720715889190488?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/hgQe8uH4C-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/hgQe8uH4C-4/we-can-steal-penises-why-didnt-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-can-steal-penises-why-didnt-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-1378798994620271471</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-03T15:56:34.585-07:00</atom:updated><title>An FYI</title><description>“all witchcraft comes from carnal lust, which is in women insatiable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you guys were wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-1378798994620271471?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/683ahLh27IU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/683ahLh27IU/fyi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/fyi.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-5017764587409565197</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-03T15:52:35.821-07:00</atom:updated><title>My new fav</title><description>&lt;a href="http://disinterestandennui.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Common Bonds of Disinterest and Ennui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post entitled "Only Usher Can Judge Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'I really don't believe in abortion,' Bieber says. 'It's like killing a baby?' How about in cases of rape? 'Um. Well, I think that's really sad, but everything happens for a reason. I guess I haven't been in that position, so I wouldn't be able to judge that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;a href="http://thehairpin.com/2011/02/bieber-fever-cured/"&gt;The Hairpin&lt;/a&gt;, for letting me know that &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/justin-bieber-talks-sex-politics-music-and-puberty-in-new-rolling-stone-cover-story-20110216"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/a&gt; is in the habit of giving teenage boys with a confounding amount of influence over young girls a platform about which to spout his informed opinions on both abortion and rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, Justin? I don’t really believe in not starting an internet rumor that Justin Bieber has an uncontrollable flatulence problem. It’s like Justin Bieber was hoarding a thousand rotten hard boiled eggs in his colon every time he farts uncontrollably, which is all the time? Like every three minutes or so? I think that’s really sad, that Justin Bieber has an uncontrollable flatulence problem, but everything happens for a reason. I guess I haven’t been in that position, so I wouldn’t really be able to judge that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-5017764587409565197?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/JFCWxPS--mc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/JFCWxPS--mc/my-new-fav.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-new-fav.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-1440148541180817515</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-03T15:27:13.909-07:00</atom:updated><title>Intelligently Flaccid</title><description>"Whereas South Dakota has decided that God determines where and when life begins, regardless of the desires of the female vessel in which it incubates, South Dakota must also recognize those instances where and when God has determined life should not begin. Erectile dysfunction medications such as Viagra and Cialis may facilitate the beginning of life in situations where God’s will did not permit reproductive tumescence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single most amazing &lt;a href="http://disinterestandennui.blogspot.com/2011/03/south-dakota-have-i-got-bill-for-you.html"&gt;thing&lt;/a&gt; I've ever read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-1440148541180817515?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/OldxyU2uzqY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/OldxyU2uzqY/intelligently-flaccid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/intelligently-flaccid.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-678101834603767940</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-03T10:19:10.899-07:00</atom:updated><title>this secret, personal language</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/editorial_opinion/oped/articles/2010/06/25/the_language_of_a_marriage/?p1=Well_MostPop_Emailed1"&gt;"I had lunch one day with a dying friend and his wife, and the subject of this secret, personal language of marriage came up. They told me, laughing, about some odd little phrase that meant something to the two of them, and that wouldn’t have been understood by anyone else. After all this time, I can’t remember what it was; but I got that they were telling me, without self-pity but without flinching either, how much they were about to lose."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-678101834603767940?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/Kf1BChzqN88" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/Kf1BChzqN88/that-special-language-you-share.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/03/that-special-language-you-share.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-8901367158421345229</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 23:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-24T16:40:46.587-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fragile</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“&lt;span&gt;Artists aren’t really people. And I’m actually 40 per cent paper mache.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;—&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;Morrissey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-8901367158421345229?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/tzgDTpKVfBE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/tzgDTpKVfBE/fragile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/02/fragile.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-2979874241718348335</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2011 20:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-23T13:58:36.831-07:00</atom:updated><title>That's the whole point of Mick Jagger</title><description>And &lt;a href="http://thisrecording.com/today/2011/2/22/in-which-we-teach-you-how-to-be-a-woman-in-any-boys-club.html"&gt;also&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dig too deep with some people it will come out that they genuinely do believe that women are less interested in things than men are. That women who have interests are outliers or unusual cases, This is part of a larger heterosexual male narcissism wherein it is assumed that all of women's interests are related to men: that if a woman is a record nerd, it is because she learned about it from a guy or she hopes to meet men through it rather than because she just genuinely enjoys music.  &lt;p&gt;This is obviously total bullshit. Women have interests because they have their own interests, because they are human beings. They are interested in things. And you can have those independent interests and still want to fuck Mick Jagger, and it doesn't discount the authenticity of your fandom for the music of The Rolling Stones. It's not like men don't equally &lt;a href="http://thisrecording.wordpress.com/2008/05/13/in-which-im-a-lonesome-schoolboy-in-your-town/"&gt;want to fuck Mick Jagger&lt;/a&gt;. That's the whole point of Mick Jagger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-2979874241718348335?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/bapS4qxdBJ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/bapS4qxdBJ0/thats-point-of-mick-jagger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/02/thats-point-of-mick-jagger.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-653221237028296876</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2011 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-23T13:44:44.391-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fucking Fabulous</title><description>&lt;a href="http://thisrecording.com/today/2011/2/22/in-which-we-teach-you-how-to-be-a-woman-in-any-boys-club.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drive It Like You Stole It:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Be the best. That is, assuming that you are the best. Be the best you can possibly be, whatever that means to you. &lt;a href="http://thisrecording.com/today/2010/12/9/in-which-boardwalk-empire-gives-us-all-new-heroes-and-villai.html"&gt;Absolutely do not step down&lt;/a&gt; in order to not threaten people. Don't apologize. If you genuinely fucked up fine, you are allowed to apologize once but then stop apologizing. Think about how much you hear women apologizing for themselves for no reason, or being self-deprecating or self-abnegating out of habit. What the fuck are you apologizing for? For being too good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-653221237028296876?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/HIB-T6Wy2fY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/HIB-T6Wy2fY/fucking-fabulous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/02/fucking-fabulous.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452032637584359418.post-8919335026162002827</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2011 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-23T12:51:21.683-07:00</atom:updated><title>Surprise</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“&lt;span&gt;It’s a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you’ve forgotten about.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;—&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt;American Beauty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452032637584359418-8919335026162002827?l=huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~4/py8jUlkdKuM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HuntingForPorkChops/~3/py8jUlkdKuM/surprise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Lisa)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://huntingforporkchops.blogspot.com/2011/02/surprise.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

