<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778626106303429509</id><updated>2024-08-28T09:02:18.177-07:00</updated><category term="Poetry"/><category term="cars"/><category term="mirrors"/><title type='text'>The Ramblings of a Crazy Person</title><subtitle type='html'>She not busy being born is busy dying.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Freya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781514000829052187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cVhLeT7GIn-cfEtCEO76zA_QlFJU0Xl7xHmcb0zx_TBXecli7vgoh3MsVrCFk6htj4DOts81vY4PwWZFBtZOuYP14urXLMxLvYDznoaM2rL9oA2dDQ6twzJrHwd5zyE/s220/P1010291.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778626106303429509.post-5453594059800736587</id><published>2013-08-20T16:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-20T16:44:46.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Reading with Oracle of the Dragonfae Deck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdajXEwb3NlPskCcGyNiKPYK5QR7xI6BmIeSPp37lEOMDjrfli5Gvfl3pr08aTyTsWhtmNyMm_Uj6GRQ485coCVtnepToAmh596Ds_mKjlHZHA4e_GkCWk4rxBOpDOUPZSKj-kA8j6tIs/s1600/IMG_0869.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdajXEwb3NlPskCcGyNiKPYK5QR7xI6BmIeSPp37lEOMDjrfli5Gvfl3pr08aTyTsWhtmNyMm_Uj6GRQ485coCVtnepToAmh596Ds_mKjlHZHA4e_GkCWk4rxBOpDOUPZSKj-kA8j6tIs/s400/IMG_0869.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

Past &lt;br&gt;
The Sovereign - Gentle Power &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
Present &lt;br&gt;
The Wild Huntress - Face your Shadow &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Future &lt;br&gt;
Gaia&#39;s Dragon - Divine Union&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

My Interpretation:&lt;br&gt;
I feel that this reading is telling me that I must not focus ALL of my efforts on being a better person...but focus a bit more on being balanced. I must learn to love every part of myself, and not turn my back on my nature. Now is also a good time for creative ventures...such as what I already have planned. If I am able to succeed, I will reach balance, success, and perhaps happiness and maybe be able to have/adopt a child.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/feeds/5453594059800736587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2013/08/first-reading-with-oracle-of-dragonfae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/5453594059800736587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/5453594059800736587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2013/08/first-reading-with-oracle-of-dragonfae.html' title='First Reading with Oracle of the Dragonfae Deck'/><author><name>Freya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781514000829052187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cVhLeT7GIn-cfEtCEO76zA_QlFJU0Xl7xHmcb0zx_TBXecli7vgoh3MsVrCFk6htj4DOts81vY4PwWZFBtZOuYP14urXLMxLvYDznoaM2rL9oA2dDQ6twzJrHwd5zyE/s220/P1010291.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdajXEwb3NlPskCcGyNiKPYK5QR7xI6BmIeSPp37lEOMDjrfli5Gvfl3pr08aTyTsWhtmNyMm_Uj6GRQ485coCVtnepToAmh596Ds_mKjlHZHA4e_GkCWk4rxBOpDOUPZSKj-kA8j6tIs/s72-c/IMG_0869.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778626106303429509.post-7577648286234041812</id><published>2010-02-13T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-08-20T16:51:22.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Family and Old Friends</title><content type='html'>LOADS of things have changed about me in the past several years.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I figure I may as well make a note of some of the bigger changes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- I tend to dye my hair&lt;br /&gt;
- I have tattoos&lt;br /&gt;
- Just because I have done things, doesn&#39;t mean I still do them&lt;br /&gt;
- I have been through a LOT, and let&#39;s face it, it hasn&#39;t left me unscathed&lt;br /&gt;
- I am Pagan. I respect your religious views, as long as you respect mine. We can even talk about stuff as long as you&#39;re not trying to either bring me back to the Mormon church, or just back to Jesus in general.&lt;br /&gt;
- I am married to a soldier in the US Army&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I think of something else...I&#39;ll add it in.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/feeds/7577648286234041812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-family-and-old-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/7577648286234041812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/7577648286234041812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-family-and-old-friends.html' title='To Family and Old Friends'/><author><name>Freya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781514000829052187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cVhLeT7GIn-cfEtCEO76zA_QlFJU0Xl7xHmcb0zx_TBXecli7vgoh3MsVrCFk6htj4DOts81vY4PwWZFBtZOuYP14urXLMxLvYDznoaM2rL9oA2dDQ6twzJrHwd5zyE/s220/P1010291.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778626106303429509.post-5771712875651828231</id><published>2010-02-13T02:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:00:55.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I promised to love, and honor him forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Where there was love is nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Where there was honor is now disgust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Does this make me bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Does this make me wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Does it make me a failure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Am I broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Or is it him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;He was nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;He was caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;He was loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Then he drank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;He changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The nice became mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The caring just disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;The love was twisted...into something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Is he the broken one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Was I just in the wrong place at the wrong time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Did I give him too many chances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Did I wait too long to leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Will I be like him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Will I change like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Have I been damaged beyond repair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Will I ever be able to forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I used to feel strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I used to know I was powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Now I feel cold and weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Can I get my strength back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;It has been so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Will I ever find it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;When did I lose it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;How long has it been gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Longer, I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I think it left me that night in December...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;That night I have tried to block out of my mind for so many years...that night that won&#39;t go away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;So, here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I feel like I&#39;ve been broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I feel cold and alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;There is only a small amount of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;A flicker of what was once me leftover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Trying to get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Trying to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s getting bigger, but will I ever be the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/feeds/5771712875651828231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/5771712875651828231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/5771712875651828231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Freya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781514000829052187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cVhLeT7GIn-cfEtCEO76zA_QlFJU0Xl7xHmcb0zx_TBXecli7vgoh3MsVrCFk6htj4DOts81vY4PwWZFBtZOuYP14urXLMxLvYDznoaM2rL9oA2dDQ6twzJrHwd5zyE/s220/P1010291.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778626106303429509.post-8571787433037853968</id><published>2010-02-13T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:59:25.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Darkness is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
I feel it surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#39;t I find the light?&lt;br /&gt;
Where did it go?&lt;br /&gt;
I used to have it...&lt;br /&gt;
The fire has burned out&lt;br /&gt;
Only red embers remain&lt;br /&gt;
Can I relight the fire?&lt;br /&gt;
Can I bring it back?&lt;br /&gt;
Will it ever be the same?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait&lt;br /&gt;
The flame isn&#39;t completely out&lt;br /&gt;
Will it grow?&lt;br /&gt;
Can it be what it was?&lt;br /&gt;
How long will it take?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For now there is just darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
Without the fire I feel cold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I only feel warmth with him&lt;br /&gt;
when I am with him I feel the fire&lt;br /&gt;
it burns big and bright&lt;br /&gt;
as if it had never gone out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to feel that all the time&lt;br /&gt;
I want to feel the fire wherever I go&lt;br /&gt;
what do I have to do?&lt;br /&gt;
what am I missing in myself that puts the fire out when he is not near me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/feeds/8571787433037853968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/8571787433037853968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/8571787433037853968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Freya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781514000829052187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cVhLeT7GIn-cfEtCEO76zA_QlFJU0Xl7xHmcb0zx_TBXecli7vgoh3MsVrCFk6htj4DOts81vY4PwWZFBtZOuYP14urXLMxLvYDznoaM2rL9oA2dDQ6twzJrHwd5zyE/s220/P1010291.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778626106303429509.post-1879246401462920229</id><published>2010-01-31T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:59:10.231-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry"/><title type='text'>She (Original was lost, this is what I could remember)</title><content type='html'>She stands alone&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;She looks around and sees nothing&lt;br /&gt;The only light is from above&lt;br /&gt;Far above her&lt;br /&gt;Is a circle of light&lt;br /&gt;An opening&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s as if She&#39;s deep in a pit&lt;br /&gt;A hole in the ground&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at what She doesn&#39;t have&lt;br /&gt;Seeing people walk by&lt;br /&gt;Happy people&lt;br /&gt;Smiling and laughing as they pass&lt;br /&gt;She can&#39;t get to them&lt;br /&gt;She calls out, but they don&#39;t hear her&lt;br /&gt;Of course they don&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s down there in this hole&lt;br /&gt;How does She get out?&lt;br /&gt;What does She do?&lt;br /&gt;Is She stuck there forever?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/feeds/1879246401462920229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-original-was-lost-this-is-what-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/1879246401462920229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/1879246401462920229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-original-was-lost-this-is-what-i.html' title='She (Original was lost, this is what I could remember)'/><author><name>Freya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781514000829052187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cVhLeT7GIn-cfEtCEO76zA_QlFJU0Xl7xHmcb0zx_TBXecli7vgoh3MsVrCFk6htj4DOts81vY4PwWZFBtZOuYP14urXLMxLvYDznoaM2rL9oA2dDQ6twzJrHwd5zyE/s220/P1010291.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778626106303429509.post-4647487998821157810</id><published>2010-01-31T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-10-22T02:41:15.765-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mirrors"/><title type='text'>Side Mirrors on Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;So for a while now I&#39;ve been contemplating the side mirrors on my car. I know it&#39;s an odd thing to contemplate...but seriously...who thought up the way they work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;They clearly state on them that objects you see in the mirrors are closer than they appear. So...you&#39;re driving and see something that appears like 5 feet away...but you probably only have 3 feet or something like that. That just doesn&#39;t seem safe! Wouldn&#39;t it be smarter to have objects you see in the mirror be farther away than they appear? Wouldn&#39;t it make driving so much easier if things looked 5 feet away but were really 6 feet away? Wouldn&#39;t less accidents happen that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;So...who the fuck decided that things should be closer than they appear? Why wasn&#39;t the person that created them or thought up the idea smart enough to realize that people would be safer if things didn&#39;t appear farther away than they really are while you are driving. It&#39;s not like driving is the safest thing in the world to do...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/feeds/4647487998821157810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2010/01/side-mirrors-on-cars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/4647487998821157810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4778626106303429509/posts/default/4647487998821157810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freya-alexander.blogspot.com/2010/01/side-mirrors-on-cars.html' title='Side Mirrors on Cars'/><author><name>Freya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11781514000829052187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cVhLeT7GIn-cfEtCEO76zA_QlFJU0Xl7xHmcb0zx_TBXecli7vgoh3MsVrCFk6htj4DOts81vY4PwWZFBtZOuYP14urXLMxLvYDznoaM2rL9oA2dDQ6twzJrHwd5zyE/s220/P1010291.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>