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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564</id><updated>2009-07-15T22:59:43.704-07:00</updated><title type="text">Waking Ambrose</title><subtitle type="html">Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation.  Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's &lt;em&gt;The Devil's Dictionary&lt;/em&gt; followed by a modern adjustment.  Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1354</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/" /><logo>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</logo><link rel="self" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/atom.xml" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1163027164495635823</id><published>2009-07-11T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T06:08:37.536-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wolfshausen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction" /><title type="text">The Reformation of Wolfshausen</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/28-Wolfshausen.mp3"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/SliNGqa5WHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/QHqeJUxYMT8/s320/beechgold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357186902363035762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Teil Acht-und-Zwanzig&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hear this week's episode promenade past the Beech trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XXVIII.pdf"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/SliNHAC-wsI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/PEjr6a5Ejhw/s320/oakatnight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357186908168307394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Or, to read this week's episode, scurry under oak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The story so far is &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a good week, y'all.  Waking Ambrose will return, Insha'llah, on July 24.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-1163027164495635823?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/1163027164495635823/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=1163027164495635823&amp;isPopup=true" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/1163027164495635823" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/1163027164495635823" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/EAKKw3M2xoA/reformation-of-wolfshausen_11.html" title="The Reformation of Wolfshausen" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/SliNGqa5WHI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/QHqeJUxYMT8/s72-c/beechgold.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/07/reformation-of-wolfshausen_11.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-2398562293016599745</id><published>2009-07-10T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:11:25.920-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="H" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><title type="text">Humorist</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;UMORIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. A plague that would have softened down the hoar austerity of Pharaoh's heart and persuaded him to dismiss Israel with his best wishes, cat-quick.&lt;blockquote&gt;Lo! the poor humorist, whose tortured mind&lt;br /&gt;See jokes in crowds, though still to gloom inclined —&lt;br /&gt;Whose simple appetite, untaught to stray,&lt;br /&gt;His brains, renewed by night, consumes by day.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks, admitted to an equal sty,&lt;br /&gt;A graceful hog would bear his company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;—Alexander Poke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;:  An entertainer who laughs on the platform and dances beneath the scaffold, hanging on his own every word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-2398562293016599745?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/2398562293016599745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=2398562293016599745&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/2398562293016599745" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/2398562293016599745" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/lcJ77n5ztXE/humorist.html" title="Humorist" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/07/humorist.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-7951323618516776611</id><published>2009-07-09T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:02:02.787-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="H" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><title type="text">Hearer</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;EARER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. A person who finds in the remarks of a public speaker something singularly stimulating to thought about his own affairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;: The speaker, at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-7951323618516776611?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/7951323618516776611/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=7951323618516776611&amp;isPopup=true" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/7951323618516776611" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/7951323618516776611" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/eEoiO_JdmPU/hearer.html" title="Hearer" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/07/hearer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-5121352382752022812</id><published>2009-07-08T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:22:15.039-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Versity Training" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="G" /><title type="text">Poetic License</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; saw a woman on the street&lt;div&gt;With a large basket on her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She held the basket straight and neat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is what I said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You tote your burden lightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your neck must be strong, I say-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm curious, just slightly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's worth carrying all day?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I keep the basket perched there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walk from north to south,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep the news that people share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From nesting in my mouth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;OSSIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. Scandal camouflaged in the industry of a neighbor.  The idle approach to sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday to &lt;a href="http://gsimplysaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Programming note: Due to an impromptu and late-planned vacation, Waking Ambrose will be idle after the story posts Saturday until Monday, July 20th.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-5121352382752022812?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/5121352382752022812/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=5121352382752022812&amp;isPopup=true" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5121352382752022812" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5121352382752022812" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/oXAYQA9_I9g/poetic-license.html" title="Poetic License" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/07/poetic-license.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-1625244466361309282</id><published>2009-07-07T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T05:54:40.185-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="H" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><title type="text">Hurry</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;URRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. The dispatch of bunglers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Updat&lt;/b&gt;e: The American approach to recreation, inebriation and leisure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-1625244466361309282?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/1625244466361309282/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=1625244466361309282&amp;isPopup=true" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/1625244466361309282" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/1625244466361309282" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/V4FH8Fiz480/hurry.html" title="Hurry" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurry.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-2912598146834102391</id><published>2009-07-06T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:09:54.402-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="H" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><title type="text">Halo</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ALO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. Properly, a luminous ring encircling an astronomical body, but not infrequently confounded with "aureola," or "nimbus," a somewhat similar phenomenon worn as a head-dress by divinities and saints. The halo is a purely optical illusion, produced by moisture in the air, in the manner of a rainbow; but the aureola is conferred as a sign of superior sanctity, in the same way as a bishop's mitre, or the Pope's tiara. In the painting of the Nativity, by Szedgkin, a pious artist of Pesth, not only do the Virgin and the Child wear the nimbus, but an ass nibbling hay from the sacred manger is similarly decorated and, to his lasting honor be it said, appears to bear his unaccustomed dignity with a truly saintly grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;: The distinctive evacuation of context that makes tolerable the innocence of a saint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-2912598146834102391?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/2912598146834102391/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=2912598146834102391&amp;isPopup=true" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/2912598146834102391" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/2912598146834102391" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/ftewVU_2pRQ/halo.html" title="Halo" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/07/halo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-8103085139935581212</id><published>2009-07-04T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:57:55.881-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wolfshausen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction" /><title type="text">The Reformation of Wolfshausen</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/27-Wolfshausen.mp3"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/Sk86JeSfo-I/AAAAAAAAA24/fHvL1lD6nNo/s320/anklebootinspiration.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354562416390677474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Teil Sieben-und-Zwanzig&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hear this week's episode read by &lt;a href="http://tsduff.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terry&lt;/a&gt; and- wait for it- Bear, click on the stylish merchants of Germany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XXVII.pdf"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/Sk86JOlw_6I/AAAAAAAAA2w/sDOelxZQ5S0/s320/34076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354562412176539554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Or, to read this week's episode, click on the shore-left sailor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The story so far is &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fourth of July, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-8103085139935581212?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/8103085139935581212/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=8103085139935581212&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/8103085139935581212" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/8103085139935581212" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/8QPvn-0PTt4/reformation-of-wolfshausen.html" title="The Reformation of Wolfshausen" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/Sk86JeSfo-I/AAAAAAAAA24/fHvL1lD6nNo/s72-c/anklebootinspiration.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/07/reformation-of-wolfshausen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-6847991629494564400</id><published>2009-07-03T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:01:48.224-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="L" /><title type="text">Looking Glass</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;L&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;OOKING&lt;/span&gt;-G&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;LASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, n. A vitreous plane upon which to display a fleeting show for man's disillusion given.&lt;blockquote&gt;The King of Manchuria had a magic looking-glass, whereon whoso looked saw, not his own image, but only that of the king. A certain courtier who had long enjoyed the king's favor and was thereby enriched beyond any other subject of the realm, said to the king: "Give me, I pray, thy wonderful mirror, so that when absent out of thine august presence I may yet do homage before thy visible shadow, prostrating myself night and morning in the glory of thy benign countenance, as which nothing has so divine splendor, O Noonday Sun of the Universe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please with the speech, the king commanded that the mirror be conveyed to the courtier's palace; but after, having gone thither without apprisal, he found it in an apartment where was naught but idle lumber. And the mirror was dimmed with dust and overlaced with cobwebs. This so angered him that he fisted it hard, shattering the glass, and was sorely hurt. Enraged all the more by this mischance, he commanded that the ungrateful courtier be thrown into prison, and that the glass be repaired and taken back to his own palace; and this was done. But when the king looked again on the mirror he saw not his image as before, but only the figure of a crowned ass, having a bloody bandage on one of its hinder hooves — as the artificers and all who had looked upon it had before discerned but feared to report. Taught wisdom and charity, the king restored his courtier to liberty, had the mirror set into the back of the throne and reigned many years with justice and humility; and one day when he fell asleep in death while on the throne, the whole court saw in the mirror the luminous figure of an angel, which remains to this day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;: The portal by which Alice enters a strange and mythical world.  Most Alices, in fact. &lt;div&gt;(Present company excepted, of course.  Our Alice enters by graduate school.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-6847991629494564400?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/6847991629494564400/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=6847991629494564400&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/6847991629494564400" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/6847991629494564400" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/6LycPwnq1A0/looking-glass.html" title="Looking Glass" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-glass.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-5372955285968524794</id><published>2009-07-02T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T04:57:25.741-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="L" /><title type="text">Laocoön</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/Skylsog-9tI/AAAAAAAAA2o/32PuRwRVJxk/s1600-h/laocoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/Skylsog-9tI/AAAAAAAAA2o/32PuRwRVJxk/s320/laocoon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353836243245266642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AOCOÖN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. A famous piece of antique &lt;strike&gt;scripture&lt;/strike&gt; sculpture representing a priest of that name and his two sons in the folds of two enormous serpents. The skill and diligence with which the old man and lads support the serpents and keep them up to their work have been justly regarded as one of the noblest artistic illustrations of the mastery of human intelligence over brute inertia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;:  A Trojan priest wise enough to warn his comrades against Greeks bearing gifts but impetuous enough to father two sons.  For their lesser incaution, the Trojans were punished with death but allowed to retain some dignity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Update:  Good eye, Jim.  The slip, however Freudian, isn't mine.  I copied and pasted from &lt;a href="http://www.thedevilsdictionary.com/"&gt;The online Devil's Dictionary&lt;/a&gt; and missed the error you caught.  I checked the book and Bierce is also innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-5372955285968524794?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laocoön" title="Laocoön" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/5372955285968524794/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=5372955285968524794&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5372955285968524794" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5372955285968524794" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/jksGBt0Sgyc/laocoon.html" title="Laocoön" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/Skylsog-9tI/AAAAAAAAA2o/32PuRwRVJxk/s72-c/laocoon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/07/laocoon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-4562094641907614125</id><published>2009-07-01T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:31:03.187-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="C" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Versity Training" /><title type="text">Freedom</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hat is freedom?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it liberal elbow room at the knees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The remembered duty to prune and plant trees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or treatment for every possible form of disease?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A coherent social safety net?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten to one odds on even a sure bet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Models wearing wisps, modest but wet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caveat emptor&lt;/i&gt; in all of your commerce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or thick men with guns watching your purse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it days that grow longer, more freighted and worse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it safety in offering all of your views?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sympathy from the judge for your fears and your blues?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or something silly each day on the six o'clock news?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it mean every child learns to count and to spell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If freedom means one thing and means that thing well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The philosophers, poets and prigs must all be in hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;James Madison Garvey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ONSTRAINED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. Seated near the center for a liberty lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-4562094641907614125?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/4562094641907614125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=4562094641907614125&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/4562094641907614125" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/4562094641907614125" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/FwSHgJJqQ3s/freedom.html" title="Freedom" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/07/freedom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-5806044994887278847</id><published>2009-06-30T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:57:56.522-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="L" /><title type="text">LL.D.</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;LL.D.&lt;/b&gt;, Letters indicating the degree &lt;i&gt;Legumptionorum Doctor&lt;/i&gt;, one learned in laws, gifted with legal gumption. Some suspicion is cast upon this derivation by the fact that the title was formerly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;£&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;£&lt;/span&gt;.d., and conferred only upon gentlemen distinguished for their wealth. At the date of this writing Columbia University is considering the expediency of making another degree for clergymen, in place of the old D.D. — &lt;i&gt;Damnator Diaboli&lt;/i&gt;. The new honor will be known as Sanctorum Custus, and written $$.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;¢&lt;/span&gt;. The name of the Rev. John Satan has been suggested as a suitable recipient by a lover of consistency, who points out that Professor Harry Thurston Peck has long enjoyed the advantage of a degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2009 Update&lt;/span&gt;: A particularly advanced degree in law available those who prefer to advocate mischief in the classroom rather than the courtroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-5806044994887278847?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/5806044994887278847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=5806044994887278847&amp;isPopup=true" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5806044994887278847" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5806044994887278847" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/iJxA-QRcKNA/lld.html" title="LL.D." /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/lld.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-5404913626003807810</id><published>2009-06-29T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:24:14.423-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Versity Training" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="L" /><title type="text">Laurel</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;AUREL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. The laurus, a vegetable dedicated to Apollo, and formerly defoliated to wreathe the brows of victors and such poets as had influence at court. (&lt;i&gt;Vide supra&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2009 Update&lt;/span&gt;: A metaphor for admiration, given to honor a successful poet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though the winds howl, and the night should turn ebon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And fear should flow cold through the fount of the pen;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though their names be given to few to adore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the granary bares it's own earthen floor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The complaint is the same where the scribes congregate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"All my orchards I'd offer to be laureate."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-5404913626003807810?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/5404913626003807810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=5404913626003807810&amp;isPopup=true" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5404913626003807810" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5404913626003807810" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/vZEd3by9hNw/laurel.html" title="Laurel" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/laurel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-5467910458485593096</id><published>2009-06-27T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:28:54.499-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wolfshausen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction" /><title type="text">The Reformation of Wolfshausen</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/26-Wolfshausen.mp3"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/SkYTmV_JrqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Qlkk-NcVlmA/s320/wild-boar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351986756634390178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Teil Sechs-und-Zwanzig&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hear this week's episode read by &lt;a href="http://vanessavkilmer.com/"&gt;Nessa&lt;/a&gt;, click on the piglets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XXVI.pdf"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/SkYTmFN30pI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/V2z8Sw7_sqU/s320/bCottage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351986752132731538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Or sit in the cottage to read this week's episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The story so far is &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week in &lt;a href="http://theprattler.com/"&gt;The Prattler&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Prattler's Law&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-5467910458485593096?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/5467910458485593096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=5467910458485593096&amp;isPopup=true" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5467910458485593096" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5467910458485593096" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/Bb6YAzbe1hw/reformation-of-wolfshausen_27.html" title="The Reformation of Wolfshausen" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/SkYTmV_JrqI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Qlkk-NcVlmA/s72-c/wild-boar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/reformation-of-wolfshausen_27.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-3798679278773932193</id><published>2009-06-26T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:14:20.764-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="O" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><title type="text">Occasional</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCCASIONAL&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;adj&lt;/i&gt;. Afflicting us with greater or less frequency. That, however, is not the sense in which the word is used in the phrase "occasional verses," which are verses written for an "occasion," such as an anniversary, a celebration or other event. True, they afflict us a little worse than other sorts of verse, but their name has no reference to irregular recurrence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2009 Update&lt;/span&gt;: At a frequency one tenth as common as a habit and ten times a lucky break, describing both.  For example,  O&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CCASIONAL&lt;/span&gt; is spelled "occassional" or "ocassional" occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-3798679278773932193?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/3798679278773932193/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=3798679278773932193&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/3798679278773932193" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/3798679278773932193" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/iEazjb1r4PA/occassional.html" title="Occasional" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/occassional.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-3590448869958888850</id><published>2009-06-25T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:02:28.279-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="O" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><title type="text">Outdo</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UTDO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;v.t&lt;/i&gt;. To make an enemy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;: To do, generally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-3590448869958888850?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/3590448869958888850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=3590448869958888850&amp;isPopup=true" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/3590448869958888850" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/3590448869958888850" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/s6YSMiY5Chg/outdo.html" title="Outdo" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/outdo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-7079941327146274958</id><published>2009-06-24T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:57:08.013-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fables" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="E" /><title type="text">The Fox and The  Penguin, a fable for children</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nce upon a time, on an island of the Tierra Del Fuego, a fox met a penguin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, if only you could live where I live or I could live where you live," the fox exclaimed, "we could be such great friends!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We can! We can!" answered the penguin.  "I live in the world's harshest climate.  It stands to reason, I can live in any weather!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Any weather??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Any!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the fox took the penguin to a volcano and said "Jump in!  The lava is hot, but you can live in any weather!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's not weather," answered the penguin.  "It's geology!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the fox took the penguin to where the humans made charcoal and opened an oven and said to the penguin "Climb in!  It may be hot but you can live in any weather!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's not weather," answered the penguin.  "It's combustion!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next the fox took the penguin to the Cordillera, and hopped out onto a thin branch that crossed a windy chasm.  "Follow me," yelled the fox through the wind.  "It may be windy but you can live in any weather!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's not weather," answered the penguin.  "It's geography!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, at last, the happy little penguin and the glum little fox returned to the Tierra Del Fuego where a cold winter storm blew.  The fox began shivering.  "I'm sorry," said the penguin.  "It's too cold for you.  Is there any way I can help?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the fox took the penguin's feathers and as the penguin froze, the warm fox in her coat said "What a poor thing you are!  This is not weather but fashion!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;Moral: Stick to the sciences, where a few mysteries remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;NCOURAGEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. Murder in a small denomination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-7079941327146274958?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/7079941327146274958/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=7079941327146274958&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/7079941327146274958" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/7079941327146274958" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/m3AtlOVRuZw/fox-and-penguin-fable-for-children.html" title="The Fox and The  Penguin, a fable for children" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/fox-and-penguin-fable-for-children.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-35843691415353645</id><published>2009-06-23T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:14:04.535-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="O" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><title type="text">Opiate</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PIATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. An unlocked door in the prison of Identity. It leads into the jail yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;: A strong narcotic, such as sobering news from overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The mob is the opiate of the masses"- &lt;i&gt;Friedrich Engels&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-35843691415353645?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/35843691415353645/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=35843691415353645&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/35843691415353645" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/35843691415353645" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/mvpc6MVv-is/opiate.html" title="Opiate" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/opiate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-6356792286269493119</id><published>2009-06-22T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:16:03.926-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="O" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><title type="text">Obstinate</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;O&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BSTINATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;adj&lt;/i&gt;. Inaccessible to the truth as it is manifest in the splendor and stress of our advocacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The popular type and exponent of obstinacy is the mule, a most intelligent animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;: Partial to a previous conclusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-6356792286269493119?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/6356792286269493119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=6356792286269493119&amp;isPopup=true" title="20 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/6356792286269493119" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/6356792286269493119" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/Np95SYXoso4/obstinate.html" title="Obstinate" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/obstinate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-6614678370040150151</id><published>2009-06-20T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:27:04.680-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wolfshausen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction" /><title type="text">The Reformation of Wolfshausen</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/25-Wolfshausen.mp3"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/Sjzi0U5KL0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Lo61Lb-6IX0/s320/camel-smooch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349399845998833474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Teil Fünf-und-Zwanzig&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hear this week's episode read by Barbara Bava (Mütti,) click on the camel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XXV.pdf"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/Sjzi0tDYKGI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/AILX4x_XNzM/s320/bruegel20icarus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349399852484143202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To read this week's episode, fall with Icarus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The story so far is &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-6614678370040150151?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/6614678370040150151/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=6614678370040150151&amp;isPopup=true" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/6614678370040150151" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/6614678370040150151" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/NmJosdAq4BE/reformation-of-wolfshausen_20.html" title="The Reformation of Wolfshausen" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/Sjzi0U5KL0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Lo61Lb-6IX0/s72-c/camel-smooch.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/reformation-of-wolfshausen_20.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-6030763312365068634</id><published>2009-06-19T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:12:24.733-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="F" /><title type="text">Fork</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FORK&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. An instrument used chiefly for the purpose of putting dead animals into the mouth. Formerly the knife was employed for this purpose, and by many worthy persons is still thought to have many advantages over the other tool, which, however, they do not altogether reject, but use to assist in charging the knife. The immunity of these persons from swift and awful death is one of the most striking proofs of God's mercy to those that hate Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;: The place between plate and urn in the civilized life cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-6030763312365068634?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/6030763312365068634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=6030763312365068634&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/6030763312365068634" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/6030763312365068634" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/qseVFebDYp8/fork.html" title="Fork" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/fork.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-5981809513532905244</id><published>2009-06-18T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:30:14.606-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="F" /><title type="text">Fortune-Hunter</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ORTUNE&lt;/span&gt;-H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;UNTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. A man without wealth whom a rich woman catches and marries within an inch of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;: The goblin most feared by penniless romantics.  As do C&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ORSAIR&lt;/span&gt;, H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;IGHWAYMAN&lt;/span&gt;, and A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CTIVIST&lt;/span&gt;, the word credits a whiff of dash to the common criminal, which phrase diminishes the typical fellow's individuality and pursuit of respectability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-5981809513532905244?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/5981809513532905244/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=5981809513532905244&amp;isPopup=true" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5981809513532905244" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5981809513532905244" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/SQUBLzi2xac/fortune-hunter.html" title="Fortune-Hunter" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/fortune-hunter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-3383538466375770125</id><published>2009-06-17T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:33:46.913-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Versity Training" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="L" /><title type="text">Spoiling the saga</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;dventures and epics that fit in your hand,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And twitter wherever reporting is banned;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tales of today without brave knights or damsels,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Told by bloggers wherever the newscasts are cancelled;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My fear for the future is how can it be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When the present's apparent to all who would see?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For mythos and legend and tales to persist,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few foggy memories need to exist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If the Persians had cell phones and YouTube to play&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In her time, Shahrazade would have lived just the day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Teiresias Jenkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;EGEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. An enchantment cast on the forgetful by the forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://wonderlandornot.net/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cooper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;: I'm following Iran on Andrew Sullivan's blog and wondering if dropping crates of cell phones into Darfur wouldn't have saved more grief than every other intervention proposed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update to tweeters.  I don't know how (exactly) you got here, but welcome.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-3383538466375770125?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/3383538466375770125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=3383538466375770125&amp;isPopup=true" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/3383538466375770125" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/3383538466375770125" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/2hhoikQfrdg/spoiling-saga.html" title="Spoiling the saga" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/spoiling-saga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-6238507943810505597</id><published>2009-06-16T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:05:55.885-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="F" /><title type="text">Fib</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. A lie that has not cut its teeth. An habitual liar's nearest approach to truth: the perigee of his eccentric orbit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;When David said: "All men are liars," Dave,&lt;br /&gt;Himself a liar, fibbed like any thief.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he thought to weaken disbelief&lt;br /&gt;By proof that even himself was not a slave&lt;br /&gt;To Truth; though I suspect the aged knave&lt;br /&gt;Had been of all her servitors the chief&lt;br /&gt;Had he but known a fig's reluctant leaf&lt;br /&gt;Is more than e'er she wore on land or wave.&lt;br /&gt;No, David served not Naked Truth when he&lt;br /&gt;Struck that sledge-hammer blow at all his race;&lt;br /&gt;Nor did he hit the nail upon the head:&lt;br /&gt;For reason shows that it could never be,&lt;br /&gt;And the facts contradict him to his face.&lt;br /&gt;Men are not liars all, for some are dead.&lt;br /&gt;—Bartle Quinker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;: An assertion that compensates by meekness for the absence of veracity.  A lie lacking ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-6238507943810505597?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/6238507943810505597/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=6238507943810505597&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/6238507943810505597" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/6238507943810505597" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/PF9lCrypIuA/fib.html" title="Fib" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/fib.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-7833395144986953048</id><published>2009-06-15T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:21:14.576-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wordbook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="F" /><title type="text">Fiddle</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;F&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IDDLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;. An instrument to tickle human ears by friction of a horse's tail on the entrails of a cat.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Rome said Nero: "If to smoke you turn&lt;br /&gt;I shall not cease to fiddle while you burn."&lt;br /&gt;To Nero Rome replied: "Pray do your worst,&lt;br /&gt;'Tis my excuse that you were fiddling first."&lt;br /&gt;—Orm Pludge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009 Update&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;v.i&lt;/i&gt;. To practice &lt;strike&gt;fpr&lt;/strike&gt;for accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-7833395144986953048?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/7833395144986953048/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=7833395144986953048&amp;isPopup=true" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/7833395144986953048" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/7833395144986953048" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/ZcWmPgs3Eww/fiddle.html" title="Fiddle" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/fiddle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11152564.post-5715605647639602769</id><published>2009-06-13T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T06:06:36.189-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wolfshausen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction" /><title type="text">The Reformation of Wolfshausen</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/24-Wolfshausen.mp3"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/SjOiqkhU0KI/AAAAAAAAA18/d1pa5AOzOUE/s320/250px-2005_-_Lahn_Gie%C3%9Fen_-_Wetzlar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346796034860568738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Teil Vier-und-Zwanzig&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hear this week's episode, sit over by the Lahn and hope for ducks instead of my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/Wolfshausen%20XXIV.pdf"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/SjOiqZdX7lI/AAAAAAAAA10/0uXqDtdbvsQ/s320/LahnNacht.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346796031891205714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;To read this week's episode, walk the Lahn at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The story so far is &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/Sites/The%20Reformation%20of%20Wolfshausen.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week in &lt;a href="http://theprattler.com/"&gt;The Prattler&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Prattler, Party of One&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11152564-5715605647639602769?l=bitterbierce.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/feeds/5715605647639602769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11152564&amp;postID=5715605647639602769&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5715605647639602769" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11152564/posts/default/5715605647639602769" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WakingAmbrose/~3/d6LyIOoO0mw/reformation-of-wolfshausen_13.html" title="The Reformation of Wolfshausen" /><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04753071669562594194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14520868093016344021" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Eda_CGWMz0/SjOiqkhU0KI/AAAAAAAAA18/d1pa5AOzOUE/s72-c/250px-2005_-_Lahn_Gie%C3%9Fen_-_Wetzlar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/2009/06/reformation-of-wolfshausen_13.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
