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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m-CpbSIMP3jtAzM3bZOCRCsyau8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m-CpbSIMP3jtAzM3bZOCRCsyau8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/Ve6NEqoJwto" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2010/07/i-am-urinating-in-your-stream-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkABSXg8fCp7ImA9WxFXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-306800585185215909</id><published>2010-05-19T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:59:18.674-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-19T21:59:18.674-04:00</app:edited><title>In Memoriam to the Unknown Intellectual</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/306800585185215909?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/306800585185215909?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/lS2ilwWYRXw/in-memoriam-to-unknown-intellectual.html" title="In Memoriam to the Unknown Intellectual" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">I have heard you, learn'd astronomer;But other astronomers have taught methe placement of the Pleades,the memorandums of Messier,and the construction of the cosmos.Of all the lessons I have learned,for all the knowledge that I've yearnedOne fact has brought me comfortThat all intelligence and effortis irrelevant to my class.I have heard you, learn'd astronomer.But remember when you wear your 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F6FTTfAtTaA1b46XxIddoOUr3RY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F6FTTfAtTaA1b46XxIddoOUr3RY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/lS2ilwWYRXw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2010/05/in-memoriam-to-unknown-intellectual.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcGSHwzfip7ImA9WxFQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-2650203606621577233</id><published>2010-05-11T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:10:29.286-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-11T20:10:29.286-04:00</app:edited><title>Dark Days Stormy Nights</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/2650203606621577233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/2650203606621577233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/zDsbcXBHz2k/dark-days-stormy-nights.html" title="Dark Days Stormy Nights" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">For various reasons I had to spend the day away from my normal work at home environment and perform work at work.  Paradoxically there are far more distractions for me at work, simply because I am such a people person in a comfortable environment.  In general, however, it seems like I just don't get as much done in a day as a man ought.  Ah well, as they like to say, tomorrow is another chance [
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9dwBGSNFQFSW_ORLDMXaCGmXcrc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9dwBGSNFQFSW_ORLDMXaCGmXcrc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/zDsbcXBHz2k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2010/05/dark-days-stormy-nights.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8HSHY8eip7ImA9WxFQFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-3865002059057938799</id><published>2010-05-10T23:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:07:19.872-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-11T20:07:19.872-04:00</app:edited><title>Something Completely Different</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3865002059057938799?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3865002059057938799?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/An33LjvEM_Q/something-completely-different.html" title="Something Completely Different" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">Walking home, it occurred to me:I loved her when I loved her,I  hated her when I hated her,But now we're just friendsso we  don't talk much.My greatest challenge, lately, is dealing with my wholesale consumption of tobacco.  The addiction costs me an enormous amount of money and time.  (If you imagine that I spend as little as five minutes per day smoking cigarettes, a pack a day costs me an hour
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kiA_e13pk6cGYWcA4oZWrkCLdmw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kiA_e13pk6cGYWcA4oZWrkCLdmw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/An33LjvEM_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2010/05/something-completely-different.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANRXc9eip7ImA9WxFRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-4600460246649856383</id><published>2010-05-02T01:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:56:34.962-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-02T01:56:34.962-04:00</app:edited><title>The Nature of America</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/4600460246649856383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/4600460246649856383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/eid5r5jbASQ/nature-of-america.html" title="The Nature of America" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">To be American is, for the most part, a legal and self-appointed property.  When demagogues or cultural critics attempt to identify some particular demographic or group as members of the "real America" it is difficult not to scoff.  Nevertheless I am pondering the probability that being American is something of an attitude rather than the legal identity of citizenship.This attitude entails, as 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/klnR6bk5mlx6IT06-9ws61v7wJU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/klnR6bk5mlx6IT06-9ws61v7wJU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/eid5r5jbASQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2010/05/nature-of-america.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcESXc5fip7ImA9WxFSGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-4792403835762076286</id><published>2010-04-20T18:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:53:28.926-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-20T18:53:28.926-04:00</app:edited><title>Knights of the Title IX</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/4792403835762076286?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/4792403835762076286?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/qx07YwpgDw8/knights-of-title-ix.html" title="Knights of the Title IX" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">I'm a child of Title 9"Fuck you, got mine.”Discrimination is anti-discrimination,As we fight war with violence;With our cognitive dissonanceWe'll reconstruct our gender fixation,You can't fight pussy.From the GamermeronThus, I spoke unto my fellow surplus males:'Tis humane to have compassion on the afflicted,And as such, to have compassion for the fellows of our number,Though Fortuna's wheel has 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-RXO3e29sCt22fIh12ruMvkzQdc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-RXO3e29sCt22fIh12ruMvkzQdc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/qx07YwpgDw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2010/04/knights-of-title-ix.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcDR3wycSp7ImA9WxJTEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-807563174066729937</id><published>2009-04-19T12:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:21:16.299-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-19T12:21:16.299-04:00</app:edited><title>The Suzanne Effect</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/807563174066729937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/807563174066729937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/KnHfGNqEm_s/suzanne-effect.html" title="The Suzanne Effect" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">I purchased a digital camera at her suggestionTo impress her with my reproductive organsLike all women, she was hotand then she was cold.The camera doesn't work anymore.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PjVVHink2KDs_Drc1v1kIEPWwWY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PjVVHink2KDs_Drc1v1kIEPWwWY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/KnHfGNqEm_s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2009/04/suzanne-effect.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYNSX85eCp7ImA9WxVVE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-3523997175586604819</id><published>2009-03-06T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:23:18.120-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-06T17:23:18.120-05:00</app:edited><title>Uniquely Awful</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3523997175586604819?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3523997175586604819?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/RR68Pp9EFXE/uniquely-awful.html" title="Uniquely Awful" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">Every human being is a unique snowflakeTerrible in his or her own wayIn the appropriate mannerBefitting their experiences and abilitiesPerhaps if we were to quantify demeritBeing naturally pessimistic,I would find the glass half-empty after all.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nS5mkwGR3sQ1R_tuk5aFAm4rzX8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nS5mkwGR3sQ1R_tuk5aFAm4rzX8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/RR68Pp9EFXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2009/03/uniquely-awful.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEANSHc4fip7ImA9WxVRGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-6525829228644065949</id><published>2009-01-24T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:53:19.936-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-24T14:53:19.936-05:00</app:edited><title>The rut</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/6525829228644065949?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/6525829228644065949?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/bTae92gAbPg/rut.html" title="The rut" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">The vehicle is something to look forward to at the point in your life when you have run out of things to look forward to.  When you are falling gracefully toward adulthood this isn't the sort of thing you think about.  There is still your first kiss, losing your virginity, your first job, and all sorts of other things to look forward to.  Then at some point after I started looking back to find 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E8EJL4IujCZOQTfPt4eyal3u4uY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E8EJL4IujCZOQTfPt4eyal3u4uY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E8EJL4IujCZOQTfPt4eyal3u4uY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E8EJL4IujCZOQTfPt4eyal3u4uY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/bTae92gAbPg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2009/01/rut.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CQXgyfCp7ImA9WxVRFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-3879790229975882078</id><published>2009-01-22T23:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:12:40.694-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-22T23:12:40.694-05:00</app:edited><title>Chemicals</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3879790229975882078?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3879790229975882078?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/UTNFzTQOu5w/chemicals.html" title="Chemicals" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">Every minor event can become a catastropheExpectations diverted to predictable lowsThe ability to care diminishes and growsI don't think I'll live happily.This flawed and useless brain of mineCan only lead to my declineNo matter for whom I might opineMy feelings don't seem to align.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TVOamCkX4wLBG0ByqCvLfEgm8mY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TVOamCkX4wLBG0ByqCvLfEgm8mY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TVOamCkX4wLBG0ByqCvLfEgm8mY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TVOamCkX4wLBG0ByqCvLfEgm8mY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/UTNFzTQOu5w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2009/01/chemicals.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIFRHc-eSp7ImA9WxVRFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-8165412495406264242</id><published>2009-01-20T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:28:35.951-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-20T22:28:35.951-05:00</app:edited><title>Love and Lust</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/8165412495406264242?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/8165412495406264242?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/lP-wwMciKQY/love-and-lust.html" title="Love and Lust" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">In the system of romantic justice, there are two separate yet equally important groups.The wanted, who instigate and develop relationships, and the scorned who catalog the results.We live their stories.*dun dun dun*
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MRalqTptZYv_2YucsRMaazOiB3Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MRalqTptZYv_2YucsRMaazOiB3Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/lP-wwMciKQY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2009/01/love-and-lust.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EDRHw4eip7ImA9WxVSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-3407769626382639621</id><published>2009-01-06T18:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:47:55.232-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-06T18:47:55.232-05:00</app:edited><title>Snow in January</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3407769626382639621?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3407769626382639621?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/8C-It_i6JZo/snow-in-january_06.html" title="Snow in January" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">I have an inspirational picture of Rocky Balboa.Like all inspirations it is a form of hubris.Snow falls lightly enough to stickto my purple and white knit cap.My leather jacket and dirty white jeansare far from the appropriate attire.Looking up at the sky,I figure the hill is an easy climband a possible sprint.Will I feel the burnand warm my barely covered bones?I hear the beat in my head.I try 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lbD6ljouLIuoG9cV3LEzrNoeLV4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lbD6ljouLIuoG9cV3LEzrNoeLV4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/8C-It_i6JZo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2009/01/snow-in-january_06.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MQXs9cSp7ImA9WxVTGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-6952495249057946134</id><published>2009-01-01T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:36:20.569-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-01T18:36:20.569-05:00</app:edited><title>Calculus of Desire</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/6952495249057946134?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/6952495249057946134?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/_1-sVOkuMsA/calculus-of-desire.html" title="Calculus of Desire" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">Take the differentialto represent the deceleration of life.Time spent versus time enjoyed.Subtract messages sentfrom messages received.Two roads diverged from my crotchso I took the one I could travel;rather than banging my head against obstaclesand uselessly chattering in barsFor one year of being lovedI paid with eight years of being lost
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-6HBku1mBVsQwCj6nmtxAXfsBkQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-6HBku1mBVsQwCj6nmtxAXfsBkQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/_1-sVOkuMsA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2009/01/calculus-of-desire.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCRnYycSp7ImA9WxRaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-3105550097364032450</id><published>2008-12-15T23:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:02:47.899-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-15T23:02:47.899-05:00</app:edited><title>Flash out</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3105550097364032450?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3105550097364032450?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/OtOIQ__1YA4/flash-out.html" title="Flash out" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">I'm not used to being now.In unused spaces or quiet places,I stare off with a worried frow.Should we learn from our pastOr should we pray for ignorance?I'm stuck in a place that is not hereIn a time that is not nowAs if my life has devolved intoA cheesy science fiction novellaOr a zen koan with no answerWhen I locate my halted breathcan I rescue myself from the void?I try to count the breathsOr 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4DOCHx5lIHdiOfaXy8WMWOkGjcg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4DOCHx5lIHdiOfaXy8WMWOkGjcg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/OtOIQ__1YA4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2008/12/flash-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUDR3g9fip7ImA9WxRaE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-3418369662681986100</id><published>2008-12-15T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:17:56.666-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-15T00:17:56.666-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mediocre" /><title>Resolve For An Old Person With a New Calendar</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3418369662681986100?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3418369662681986100?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/WtTh8-TE80I/resolve-for-old-person-with-new.html" title="Resolve For An Old Person With a New Calendar" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">"And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."- The BeatlesI never liked the term resolution,The natural implication of the nounobscures the intention of the verbthough I wish my thoughts alone could conquerall my inertia and regret.I realize that your absence is my absenceRedefined by insecurities and concernsThe resolution is to be presentrelentless in the pursuit of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CchLenQGa2mw2yGp-gVNuVvANqY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CchLenQGa2mw2yGp-gVNuVvANqY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/lx1jLSD-a7M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2008/12/notepad-secret-kiss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUICQXo4eyp7ImA9WxRaEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-8791235090953763333</id><published>2008-12-13T00:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:52:40.433-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-13T00:52:40.433-05:00</app:edited><title>Human Geography</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/8791235090953763333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/8791235090953763333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/zgRMdibR584/human-geography.html" title="Human Geography" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">You said, with twinkling eyes, that penguins mate for life.With fervor, you noted that Salvidor Dali loved his wife.You taught me the geography of kindness, and granted a compassbut without you I cannot find a point north of the north pole.Everything seems to go south in this cold climate."We're fumbling," you observed, juggling the compass and sextant.I knew that I loved you, but I was unaware 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HY0tD9YQlHjIRJ3ac6myMIAfq4U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HY0tD9YQlHjIRJ3ac6myMIAfq4U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/zgRMdibR584" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2008/12/human-geography.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHRHY5cCp7ImA9WxRbFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-3777851058144580026</id><published>2008-12-06T19:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:28:55.828-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-06T19:28:55.828-05:00</app:edited><title>iWonder</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3777851058144580026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/3777851058144580026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/tmJVSqchtWo/iwonder.html" title="iWonder" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">Why should I fear saying hereThat I walk alone, to have rarely knownThe comfort of companionsThe gaze of gracious girlsThe boisterousness of boysI will sit here all alonePerplexed by owning a telephone
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NZlTRuQsGzEOkOIQLnSOEZ0-_A4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NZlTRuQsGzEOkOIQLnSOEZ0-_A4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/tmJVSqchtWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2008/12/iwonder.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cAQHwyeyp7ImA9WxRXEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-219815063397699563</id><published>2008-10-17T21:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:57:21.293-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-17T21:57:21.293-04:00</app:edited><title>Miscellaneous Lines</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/219815063397699563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/219815063397699563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/vHTsMeMosAQ/miscellaneous-lines.html" title="Miscellaneous Lines" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">people are who we think they arethe fat woman is laughing at whitesyour grandparents should be behind barsbut clouded judgment is popular might
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1C4IjAz2JR3RFcPgrgIYj9LuOnI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1C4IjAz2JR3RFcPgrgIYj9LuOnI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/vHTsMeMosAQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2008/10/miscellaneous-lines.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMDQH44eSp7ImA9WxRQEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-4053399922037546593</id><published>2008-10-06T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:14:31.031-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-06T00:14:31.031-04:00</app:edited><title>Poetry Slam</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/4053399922037546593?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/4053399922037546593?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/Xq6Z9rzHEmg/poetry-slam.html" title="Poetry Slam" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">Video games as art have never really taken off.  I suppose that if I were to create a video game with the aim of making it art then I would want to focus on the somewhat peculiar ability of video games to educate the senses and tastes.  Namely I would create a fighting game in the vein of either Street Fighter or Soul Calibur that was about poets beating the shit out of one another and quoting 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/okTDNCLGhH9s87-HPbSjKYRM7iw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/okTDNCLGhH9s87-HPbSjKYRM7iw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/Xq6Z9rzHEmg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2008/10/poetry-slam.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANQ3wzeip7ImA9WxRQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-454039466865794302</id><published>2008-10-05T00:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:43:12.282-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-05T00:43:12.282-04:00</app:edited><title>Dongz</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/454039466865794302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/454039466865794302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/czxIFKg0Iqw/dongz.html" title="Dongz" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">Sexually, my best days are behind meArtistically I have a lot to look forward to(depending on the efficacy of medicine)The Vagina is the death of cultureAnd penile deformity is the rebirthBut only in my mind because of its' particulars t  r   u   c   t    u    r     eI should have chosen a longer word.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SMNw0ADwsM-OVERu8xlCLLEtL64/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SMNw0ADwsM-OVERu8xlCLLEtL64/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/czxIFKg0Iqw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2008/10/dongz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMHRnw6eip7ImA9WxRRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-1830477617854438360</id><published>2008-09-28T02:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T02:13:57.212-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-28T02:13:57.212-04:00</app:edited><title>The shadows we all are</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/1830477617854438360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/1830477617854438360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/Ao5ehMAPjP8/shadows-we-all-are.html" title="The shadows we all are" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">It's no secret, but murder is easy;when calm such thoughts can make you queasy.But when rage is aroused and cruel thoughts resoundYour deeds can bring you infamyYet without passion of hateOr hearts beating irateWe remember those feelings as fake
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q4OJ_sk7ip1Mow-NMdDsU-cnaJY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q4OJ_sk7ip1Mow-NMdDsU-cnaJY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Misctxt/~4/Ao5ehMAPjP8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jrmartinson.net/2008/09/shadows-we-all-are.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cHR3cycCp7ImA9WxRRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8769552.post-4231340224832434107</id><published>2008-09-24T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:10:36.998-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-24T21:10:36.998-04:00</app:edited><title>A white toadstool fence 2 pirana plants and Yoshi</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/4231340224832434107?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8769552/posts/default/4231340224832434107?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Misctxt/~3/GiQMhHFnZ14/white-toadstool-fence-2-pirana-plants.html" title="A white toadstool fence 2 pirana plants and Yoshi" /><author><name>Zoel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08392859007843712404" /></author><content type="html">It is popular to say:The princess in another castleis our own problem's reflectionA wisened albeit cliche misunderstandingThe everyman cannot seem to settleOn anything with imperfectionAnd the imperfect commit the sinOf rejection out of hand.
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