<?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/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989</id><updated>2010-04-09T08:41:16.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Left Mole</title><subtitle type='html'>Whats up People????
In this Blog I'll share all the new things I'll experience as a sophomore at St. peters college, and whatever else pops up in my mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-113102726186352795</id><published>2005-11-03T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:14:21.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm So Tired</title><content type='html'>For a couple years I've been blaming it on iron poor blood, lack of vitamins, exercise, dieting and a dozen other maladies. But now I found out the *real* reason;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * I'm tired because I'm overworked. Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The population of the United Stated is 239 million. 106 million are retired. That leaves 133 million to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * There are 83 million who are underage or still in school, and 30 people who are still working on their PhD's since the 50's, which leave 49.99997 million to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Four million, four hundred ninety nine thousand, nine hundred seventy are in the Armed Forces, which leaves forty five and a half million to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Of this there are 29.4 million employed by the federal government. This leaves 18.5 million to do the work. Half that many work for State and City Governments, and leaving 1,400,000 to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Now, there are 895,798 people in prisons, so that leaves 504,202 to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * There are 504,200 people being treated in hospitals, at doctor appointments, or on sick leave today. That leaves just two people to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * You and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're sitting there playing around on the Internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-113102726186352795?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.stanford.edu/~dement/tired.html' title='Why I&apos;m So Tired'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/113102726186352795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=113102726186352795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/113102726186352795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/113102726186352795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-im-so-tired.html' title='Why I&apos;m So Tired'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-112933005060899121</id><published>2005-10-14T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T18:47:30.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired, too bored.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I always do this. Promise, promise, promise, and no deliver. So this time I won't promise anything.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I told you guys this, but now (started a year ago) I am working as an ESL teacher, and as of last month I am a physics lab assistant at my college.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also I am taking guitar lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL, Rob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-112933005060899121?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/112933005060899121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=112933005060899121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/112933005060899121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/112933005060899121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2005/10/too-tired-too-bored.html' title='Too tired, too bored.'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-112299902910984966</id><published>2005-08-02T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T12:10:29.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's back, back again</title><content type='html'>I am back, back again.  &lt;br /&gt;Damn long time no posting. Lots going on with me but no time to eplain, I'll post more l8ter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-112299902910984966?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/112299902910984966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=112299902910984966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/112299902910984966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/112299902910984966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2005/08/guess-whos-back-back-again.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s back, back again'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-110995345747635380</id><published>2005-03-04T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:24:17.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbus</title><content type='html'>How can people be so misled as we are today? From Columbus to the current administration, there is always a dark side hidden  (and in some cases not so hidden) behind the “truth” we learn from the media and schools. As a child I always thought of  Columbus as this perfect historical figure, who did no harm to anybody. However as I grew older (and as I read Howard Zinn’s book) I learned of all the ruthless violence he and his man practiced towards the natives of the new found land he came across. What type of person would invade a land, and through violence  force their own political …… oops, sorry. I mean religious beliefs and with no regard to human life ensure they claim enough oil……..Er……..gold as their own.&lt;br /&gt; When he first set foot on the new land and proclaimed it for Spain, Columbus was very amiable with the natives of that strange land full of fruits, vegetation, color, and naked habitants. He traded glass beads for cotton, among other items, and thought of the natives as very poor people who were willing to trade what they had. However, soon after he captured and enslaved the Indians from that foreign land, and forced them to work in the gold mines they just had open. &lt;br /&gt; Slavery is a trend that unfortunately continued in America after Columbus left. The first African slaves to be separated from their families were brought on ships to America in 1619. Even though slaves are mostly portrayed in books and movies as quiet, amiable, and dumb, in real life the majority was brave and  fierce fighters. There were many revolts during that time period, and some people actually petitioned for the freeing of slaves, with no avail however. It is indeed sad when other human beings are lessened due to racial and religious differences.&lt;br /&gt; Back to present times. The same issues are still encountered, however the extent of the damage is not limited only to the United States. In fact our present situation is far worse than what happened several centuries ago. Slavery is still a big issue today. In order to cut costs, major industries are sending their manufacturing process overseas, where they can exploit men, women, and children of all ages. The make these people work 18 hour shifts for only cents an hour. If this is not slavery, then I do not know what to call it.&lt;br /&gt; Not only that, but what Columbus did is also happening “in the US.” When we first went to war with Iraq, the excuse was that Saddam had WMDs (Weapons of Mass Destruction) and that he was “Sadomizing” his people. Two years later, and no WMDs found, the pretense of the Iraqi war changed to freeing the Iraqis by forcing…..no, no, implementing democracy by the use of force apparently. They (they being the media and the government) said the election were a success, and indeed they were. However what they didn’t tell us was that all the Iraqis were not only voting for a leader, but were also voting to end the US invasion over there. Well I guess our sense for democracy is a little bit rusty. Every single Iraqi that voted, voted to end the US invasion, however we are still there.&lt;br /&gt;  These appalling actions, deceptively presented by the media, are widely accepted by the masses. The main problem is that people are not thinking anymore. We are too busy with our daily routines to stop and take notice of our surroundings. What we really need is for the population to wakeup, raise their voices, and stop with all this madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-110995345747635380?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/110995345747635380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=110995345747635380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110995345747635380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110995345747635380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2005/03/columbus.html' title='Columbus'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-110659468649728674</id><published>2005-01-24T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:24:46.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Self,</title><content type='html'>	I decided to write this letter to inform that you have several extremely annoying habits I would like you to get rid of.  First of all, whenever you are sitting down and doing nothing, you keep moving your legs sideway and it bothers me.  It is very distractive even if I’m not looking at it.  Also you bite your nails whenever you are anxious, and that’s disgusting.  God knows how many germs there are underneath there, and besides it’s not like they taste good or anything.  In addition to that, I hate when you crack my fingers, my back, my elbows, my knees, my wrists, my foot, my toes, my neck, and whatever else you crack when I wake up.  I don’t care you say it feels good, it just aggravates me.  And it’s not over yet.  Another thing that bothers me is the fact that it so happens you tend to use too many words and/or terms to describe and object, or subject. That is not of a complicated nature.  Furthermore, the thing that bothers me most is your control over money.  I mean, how many people have to think twenty-seven times before buying a freaking $40 shoes???  Please don’t get mad.  I’m only trying to make us a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I consider your critiques,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-110659468649728674?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/110659468649728674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=110659468649728674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110659468649728674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110659468649728674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-self.html' title='Dear Self,'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-110659425401591296</id><published>2005-01-24T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:17:34.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have class with a criminal!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey people. Remember my post about that teacher that is wanted in Mexico??? If not &lt;a href="http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/mexicos-most-wanted.html#comments"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;is the link for the post. Anyways, I have her class now. It was so funny when she introduced herself. It was last Monday, and after she explained about the class and stuff she said "Oh, by the way, I was arrested on Saturday." I was like "WOOT." Later I found out from a friend of mine that she does that civil disobedience stuff, and that she is isn't in class a lot of times cuz she gets arrested a lot. Is that cool or what??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-110659425401591296?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/110659425401591296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=110659425401591296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110659425401591296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110659425401591296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-have-class-with-criminal.html' title='I have class with a criminal!!!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-110625057470320088</id><published>2005-01-20T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T14:49:34.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more semester of work</title><content type='html'>Hey guys what's up?? Classes started again and they already started with a lot of work. I mean, the first day, I had like a lot of notes and already have a lot of homework. Still it beats being home with nothing to do. Oh also, I don't remember if I told u guys this but I work as a teacher now. Yep that's right, I am an English teacher to ESL students in a private school. This Student/Teacher thing is driving me nucking futz. Now I don't only have to do my homework but also have to correct them. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-110625057470320088?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/110625057470320088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=110625057470320088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110625057470320088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110625057470320088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-more-semester-of-work.html' title='One more semester of work'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-110571998432814267</id><published>2005-01-14T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T11:26:24.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sorry once again</title><content type='html'>I slacked guys, I'm sorry. I didn't forget you though. I'll try to update more frequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-110571998432814267?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/110571998432814267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=110571998432814267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110571998432814267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110571998432814267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-so-sorry-once-again.html' title='I&apos;m so sorry once again'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-110308639356356192</id><published>2004-12-14T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:53:13.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wimp.com/evilgirls/"&gt;Evil Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo True&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-110308639356356192?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/110308639356356192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=110308639356356192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110308639356356192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110308639356356192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/12/evil-girls.html' title='Evil Girls'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-110183922132728115</id><published>2004-11-30T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T13:27:01.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diarrhea </title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/shitquiz.htm"&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER=0 ALIGN="LEFT" WIDTH=200 HEIGHT=140 SRC="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/quiz/shitquiz/diahrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am &lt;B&gt;Diarrhea &lt;/b&gt;.&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diarrhea's are by far the most humorous of all the shits going for the big laugh at all costs. From fart jokes to slapstick humor Diarrhea's are know for pulling out the stops when it comes to shits and giggles... though Diarrhea's do have their down sides.. And like the sad clowns they are, Diarrhea's are actually dying inside and prone to suicide and even murder...&lt;br&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/shitquiz.htm"&gt;What Kinda Shit Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-110183922132728115?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/110183922132728115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=110183922132728115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110183922132728115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110183922132728115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/11/diarrhea_30.html' title='Diarrhea '/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-110113901833248057</id><published>2004-11-22T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:59:12.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season Is here </title><content type='html'>    It is the season of joy; it is the season of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;    It is the season of warmth; it is the season of bitterness. &lt;br /&gt;    It is the season of dark days; it is the season of bright nights. &lt;br /&gt;    It is the season of chaos; it is the season of peace. &lt;br /&gt;    It is the season people “chill”; it is the season people sweat. &lt;br /&gt;    It is the season birds fly; it is the season birds die. &lt;br /&gt;    It is the season we bomb the sky; it is the season we praise the sky. &lt;br /&gt;    It is the season of bare limbs; it is the season of covered twigs. &lt;br /&gt;    It is the season we work; it is the season we rest.&lt;br /&gt;    It is the season of birth; it is the season of death. &lt;br /&gt;    It is the season I laugh; it is the season I cry. &lt;br /&gt;    It is the season I hate; it is the season I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-110113901833248057?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/110113901833248057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=110113901833248057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110113901833248057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110113901833248057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/11/season-is-here.html' title='The Season Is here '/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-110028330927059691</id><published>2004-11-12T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T13:35:13.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Life</title><content type='html'>Each day I pass by, you are there, helpless.&lt;br /&gt;Each day I pass by, you are there, hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn’t anybody care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody raped your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody deprived you from life.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you ignore the warnings?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s your fault you got hit.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been vandalized.&lt;br /&gt;You are almost nothing now.&lt;br /&gt;I’m scandalized.&lt;br /&gt;How can I help you? How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late for me to save you. &lt;br /&gt;It’s too late even for me to help you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess your time is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I guess your life is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your grave is set,&lt;br /&gt;In there you lie.&lt;br /&gt;Your end you’ve met,&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-110028330927059691?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/110028330927059691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=110028330927059691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110028330927059691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110028330927059691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/11/dead-life.html' title='Dead Life'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-110028316872991130</id><published>2004-11-12T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:12:48.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassed</title><content type='html'> This is one of the toughest posts I'm yet to write.  There were so many embarrassing, and funny, moments in my life that it is very hard for me to choose.  Should I pick a moment where the embarrassment was due to my parents?? Nah, we all had several moments like that. I mean, there is no parent in the whole universe that have never embarrassed their kids.  Should I pick an embarrassing moment in school? Definitely not.  It wouldn't be very original, because every single person that ever went to school embarrassed themselves one way or the other. It was either in the first day because they were shy, or when they got hurt and started crying, or countless other moments.  Should I pick moment where I was  embarrassed because of relatives? Once again, no.  I know we all had to go visit a distant cousin that we never met and were embarrassed when first met them, and didn't really wanted to play or were afraid of asking where the bathroom was.  I know, I'll pick the day I first asked a girl out. Then again, show me a respectable geek that wasn't embarrassed on such occasion. I got it! The most embarrassing day of my life was, is, and will be, the day that I share all the embarrassing things that ever happened to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-110028316872991130?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/110028316872991130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=110028316872991130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110028316872991130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/110028316872991130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/11/embarrassed.html' title='Embarrassed'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109959893302807346</id><published>2004-11-04T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T15:08:53.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/33368/111140.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109959893302807346?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109959893302807346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109959893302807346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109959893302807346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109959893302807346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109941996573280377</id><published>2004-11-02T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T13:26:05.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Life</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, once again I'll have to waste a post to apologize.  These past weeks have been chaotic, I haven't had the time to post.  As soon as I get a longer break I'll update you guys with all the new stuff happening to me. TTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Vote for Kerry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109941996573280377?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109941996573280377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109941996573280377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109941996573280377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109941996573280377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/11/busy-life.html' title='Busy Life'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109899374046422893</id><published>2004-10-28T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:20:25.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Audio Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/33368/108908.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109899374046422893?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109899374046422893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109899374046422893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109899374046422893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109899374046422893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/audio-post.html' title='Audio Post'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109841690100141609</id><published>2004-10-22T01:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:49:25.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The fall of Castro</title><content type='html'>Yesterday history was made when Castro fell. Unfortunatelly he fell on his face and broke his knee, and not from power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109841690100141609?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109841690100141609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109841690100141609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109841690100141609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109841690100141609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/fall-of-castro.html' title='The fall of Castro'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109841667543098878</id><published>2004-10-21T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:44:35.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry again</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, did u miss me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not posting for a while, but midterms have been driving me crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109841667543098878?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109841667543098878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109841667543098878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109841667543098878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109841667543098878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-sorry-again.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry again'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109797166327238088</id><published>2004-10-16T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T20:07:43.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not normal</title><content type='html'>Why can't I carry out a normal conversation??  Why can't I never stop talking before I ruin everything??  I men, every time I'm talking to anybody, it starts awesome, but than I always manage to ruin everything.  I never say the right things and I always endup loosing the glare. WHY?? WHY?? WHY??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109797166327238088?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109797166327238088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109797166327238088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109797166327238088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109797166327238088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-normal.html' title='Not normal'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109769502573226383</id><published>2004-10-13T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T15:17:05.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico's most wanted</title><content type='html'>Today I'm gonna have a lecture with a professor here at SPC about Peace and Justice.  Supposedly she is a very active demonstrator and is on the top ten most wanted criminals in Mexico. Also I heard she was arrested several time when young.  Can't wait to hear her lecture. I keep u guys posted about the rumors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109769502573226383?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109769502573226383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109769502573226383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109769502573226383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109769502573226383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/mexicos-most-wanted.html' title='Mexico&apos;s most wanted'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109759497914838308</id><published>2004-10-12T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T11:31:23.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with sliced bread???</title><content type='html'>Why does everybody think sliced bread is the greatest thing ever?? Everywhere I go I hear ppl saying "Its the greatest thing since sliced bread!". Why sliced bread??? Couldn't it be like since we went to the moon, or since the Wright flyer??? No, it had to be a square, white peace of carbohydrates?? Its really retarded if you think about it.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109759497914838308?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109759497914838308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109759497914838308' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109759497914838308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109759497914838308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/whats-up-with-sliced-bread.html' title='What&apos;s up with sliced bread???'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109726188636694933</id><published>2004-10-08T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T14:58:06.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can somebody please tell me why??</title><content type='html'>I don't know why this happens to me.  I just got an awsome job, I have an awsome time here at SPC, awsome friends I hang out with everyday, I great parents that love me, and I feel empty inside. I don't feel happy, I don't feel sad. I just don't feel. Why?? Why?? Can anybody tell me?? Why can't I feel?? Why can't I be happy?? Why do I feel hopeless??? Why, why, why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109726188636694933?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109726188636694933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109726188636694933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109726188636694933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109726188636694933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/can-somebody-please-tell-me-why.html' title='Can somebody please tell me why??'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109716050048745821</id><published>2004-10-07T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T10:48:20.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day TLM</title><content type='html'>Today marks TLM's third month of existence. It seems its so much more. This also marks its 96th post. So happy b-day TLM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109716050048745821?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109716050048745821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109716050048745821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109716050048745821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109716050048745821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-b-day-tlm.html' title='Happy B-Day TLM'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109711808032151580</id><published>2004-10-06T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T10:42:56.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm alive again (I think)</title><content type='html'>I think the last time I cried was when I was twelve and my gramma died. The last time I cried before that day, was when I was like 2 years onld and watched Bambi. A lot of people, and I agree with them, have told me I am dead inside, for even though I realized something is sad,I don't feel anything inside me. Today we watched Schindler's List at my college movie night. After more than 6 years a tear finally ran down my cheek. I already had forgotten what it is to feel something inside me. As soon as I saw the real life Jews Schindler saved, I felt an overwhelming feeling of both sadness and joy. Unfortunately that was only for a couple of seconds. Now I'm back to being empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109711808032151580?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109711808032151580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109711808032151580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109711808032151580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109711808032151580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-im-alive-again-i-think.html' title='And I&apos;m alive again (I think)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585989.post-109702651616815958</id><published>2004-10-05T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:05:08.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noble Prize given today</title><content type='html'>Three Americans won the Nobel Prize in physics for revealing how forces in the atomic nucleus keep it from flying apart -- a discovery that has brought science one step closer to a "grand unified theory" of how the universe operates at the subatomic level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7585989-109702651616815958?l=theleftmole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/feeds/109702651616815958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7585989&amp;postID=109702651616815958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109702651616815958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7585989/posts/default/109702651616815958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theleftmole.blogspot.com/2004/10/noble-prize-given-today.html' title='Noble Prize given today'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535591565795684753</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14127434483478827044'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>