<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Pseudolametastic Tales</title><description>pseu·do·lame·tas·tic
–adjective
Not actually but having the appearance of being overly lame (the combined meanings of the two words of which it is made up).

tale
–noun
a narrative that relates the details of some real or imaginary event, incident, or case; story.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jeff)</managingEditor><pubDate>Mon, 2 Sep 2024 01:32:19 -0500</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://pseudolametastictales.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:image href="http://www.xarj.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/podcast.jpg"/><itunes:keywords>pseudolametastic,tales,lametastic,life,philosophy</itunes:keywords><itunes:summary>The musings of a seemingly rather lame guy. Comparable to a pomegranate.</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>The musings of a seemingly rather lame guy. Comparable to a pomegranate.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Society &amp; Culture"><itunes:category text="Philosophy"/></itunes:category><itunes:author>Jeff Stacy</itunes:author><itunes:owner><itunes:email>Alpinix@gmail.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>Jeff Stacy</itunes:name></itunes:owner><item><title>Direction:  Forward.  Destination:  Known.</title><link>http://pseudolametastictales.blogspot.com/2008/12/direction-forward-destination-known.html</link><category>goals</category><category>kinesis</category><category>movement</category><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 22:51:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496492194324594497.post-4953129265716166662</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLpvcJeoEKBZIWr_jAT_AkzNagta1CO83F4f2Ft6ci7WK2zaUqkf9WUHxxNorltlWsDwRbnnJxRWZ2Gbo4L3bKoMkZD-Fnb4UBIq0ae0YzwVtc2DNsZUyAtizHHGhkfCfQbZdyVCADbQ/s1600-h/IMG_5272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLpvcJeoEKBZIWr_jAT_AkzNagta1CO83F4f2Ft6ci7WK2zaUqkf9WUHxxNorltlWsDwRbnnJxRWZ2Gbo4L3bKoMkZD-Fnb4UBIq0ae0YzwVtc2DNsZUyAtizHHGhkfCfQbZdyVCADbQ/s320/IMG_5272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281361468880438242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; 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&lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Blogging has had a unique and unexpected effect on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Entering into this monologue has caused me to pay attention to the unbridled thoughts and wishes of someone who, strangely enough, I don’t listen to very often.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That person is me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Up until now, I have been able to whisper my aims and not hear them. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was able to swat away that buzzing fly that was reminding me that I should be &lt;i style=""&gt;doing&lt;/i&gt; something to attain my life’s ambitions. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I could tell myself that I would start working toward my goals soon, perhaps even tomorrow, yet forget about trying moments after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This condition has not materialized because of some quality of selflessness within me, but is a result of fear. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fear of failure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fear that I would begin on the path only to trip, fall, and cease in defeat. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fear that I could not accomplish my objective has caused me to remain stagnate, insuring that I never would reach my targets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is, until now…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;I cannot explain why my return to movement was triggered by writing in a blog. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It seems silly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps it is because, in writing this blog, I have had to exercise cognitive thought on who it is I am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it is because I no longer have my invented excuse of not being able to quite hear myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever the reason, it matters not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only have I discovered this kinesis, I have continued in it and I plan to continue continuing in it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, I have not reached any of the goals I aspire to grasp, but I do see them on the horizon. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They are getting ever nearer&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am moving in mind and body.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12;"  &gt;Hopefully there are others who are as strange as me who can benefit from these ramblings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are welcome to accompany me on this journey. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But, I write and post these words now with no expectations or concerns of them being read by another soul. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I write and post these words to continue my kinesis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Movement attained.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLpvcJeoEKBZIWr_jAT_AkzNagta1CO83F4f2Ft6ci7WK2zaUqkf9WUHxxNorltlWsDwRbnnJxRWZ2Gbo4L3bKoMkZD-Fnb4UBIq0ae0YzwVtc2DNsZUyAtizHHGhkfCfQbZdyVCADbQ/s72-c/IMG_5272.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Alpinix@gmail.com (Jeff Stacy)</author></item><item><title>Helloooo Blogostratosphere</title><link>http://pseudolametastictales.blogspot.com/2008/11/helloooo-blogostratosphere.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 15:18:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496492194324594497.post-3525209291240140268</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;pseu·do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Not actually but having the appearance of; pretended; false or spurious; sham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lame·tas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;·tic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The adjective form of lame; being overly lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pseu·do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;·&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;lame·tas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;·tic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;   Not actually but having the appearance of being overly lame (the combined meanings of the two words of which it is made up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;a narrative that relates the details of some real or imaginary event, incident, or case; story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There he began.   Embarking on his virgin voyage into the sea that was the world, or rather, the blogging world.   Excited, confused, thirsty.   He nervously clambered onto the deck of his newly discovered vessel.  After much thought, he decided on a direction of wandering.  Henceforth, he travels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Alpinix@gmail.com (Jeff Stacy)</author></item></channel></rss>