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While she is known for her witty updates, I found this one to have a fundamental truth underneath its humorous surface. I was going to leave a comment on her profile. Sure, you can't actually forget because amnesia never helped any of us learn lessons from life; the answer was very simple to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/wj7lSRQPmtA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/5078985352538169935/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=5078985352538169935&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/5078985352538169935?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/5078985352538169935?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/wj7lSRQPmtA/forgive-and-forget.html" title="Forgive and Forget" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2010/03/forgive-and-forget.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUDQX48eSp7ImA9WxBUGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-769867416867152398</id><published>2010-03-06T17:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:24:30.071-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-06T17:24:30.071-05:00</app:edited><title>Waking up</title><summary type="html">The sun is out, finally. Gently warming up my body, and fiercely attacking the thick coat of snow that has been piling up in the last few months. The snow is doing its best to resist but has already lost quite a few battles. Soon enough, it will be gone, revealing a numb scenery, one that has been sleeping, patiently waiting to bloom. Slowly but surely, nature is waking up. Is there any reason &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/PF1CkAxXLoI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/769867416867152398/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=769867416867152398&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/769867416867152398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/769867416867152398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/PF1CkAxXLoI/waking-up.html" title="Waking up" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2010/03/waking-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EARX06fSp7ImA9WxBSGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-5125958433577813337</id><published>2009-12-27T19:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:20:44.315-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-27T19:20:44.315-05:00</app:edited><title>Insomnia</title><summary type="html">I cannot see you when I speak
or hear you when my eyes are open

Is it something I always sensed?

Your dolls close their eyes as you put them sleep,
Sinking into automatic darkness
But it's the blindness of my eyes that makes me see,
Forcing a sudden awareness

My heart starts to open 
My soul starts to bleed

They both long for your wise innocence

If I listen close enough, I can hear it. 
The &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/Y38uDwHJDCc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/5125958433577813337/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=5125958433577813337&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/5125958433577813337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/5125958433577813337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/Y38uDwHJDCc/insomnia.html" title="Insomnia" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/12/insomnia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYFQ38ycSp7ImA9WxBSGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-8126955764768798531</id><published>2009-12-26T12:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:55:12.199-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-26T12:55:12.199-05:00</app:edited><title>Reading, Feeling</title><summary type="html">
The more I read, the more I'm touched by words, or so it seems. I'm not sure whether this kind of empathy develops with practice or with age, but I can't feel detached anymore. More and more, I find myself genuinely feeling and hearing the voices others put on paper.
I cried my eyes out with E. Lynn Harris, got so enraged I was ready for war with Achebe, felt a sweet melancholy with Sagan, and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/qOsz8vQ1NzA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/8126955764768798531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=8126955764768798531&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/8126955764768798531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/8126955764768798531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/qOsz8vQ1NzA/reading-feeling.html" title="Reading, Feeling" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wA7GlpWv1Y/SzZNo7oWKDI/AAAAAAAALV4/Vf5zrdW-AP4/s72-c/book.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/12/reading-feeling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYASXc-fCp7ImA9WxBUGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-6855899383720265385</id><published>2009-11-29T11:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:22:28.954-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-07T13:22:28.954-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sade" /><title>Soldier of Love</title><summary type="html">After 10 years of waiting, a dream is finally coming true. Sade's new album is scheduled to drop on February 8th. 
It's hard to describe what Sade's music mean to me. 
She's always been one of my mom's all time favorite singers, and so she'd play her tapes on my dad's old boombox for hours on end. It didn't matter whether she was cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, or simply trying to take nap, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/ERhR12mnps0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/6855899383720265385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=6855899383720265385&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/6855899383720265385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/6855899383720265385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/ERhR12mnps0/soldier-of-love.html" title="Soldier of Love" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wA7GlpWv1Y/SxKNwtoTRrI/AAAAAAAALSw/A0V2tpTsh9I/s72-c/sade-soldier_of_love-full-thumb-473xauto-6013.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/11/soldier-of-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUERHg5cSp7ImA9WxNaEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-8843707010597471466</id><published>2009-11-26T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:43:25.629-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-26T15:43:25.629-05:00</app:edited><title>America's Best Christian</title><summary type="html">

In addition to being America's best christian - because, let's face it, she is "more conservative than Jesus" - Betty Bowers' sense of humor and parody is priceless.
Everyone should check out her messages on her website, including this video, in which she explains what constitutes a biblical marriage.
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/UIZhdFyD7EI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/8843707010597471466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=8843707010597471466&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/8843707010597471466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/8843707010597471466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/UIZhdFyD7EI/americas-best-christian.html" title="America's Best Christian" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/11/americas-best-christian.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUHR348eip7ImA9WxNaEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-382590218814836765</id><published>2009-11-25T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:03:56.072-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-25T18:03:56.072-05:00</app:edited><title>Pay It Forward</title><summary type="html">Sometimes working hard feels like doing coke. The more work they give you, the more energized you feel. Spending less (or no) time in bed, eating less, and drinking more coffee rarely has the effect you would expect on your body... and the withdrawal leaves you completely disoriented. A holiday? What is that?
Good thing that being high on work is a habit that is quite easy to break. 
Now that I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/ZVl5ckTSmGk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/382590218814836765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=382590218814836765&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/382590218814836765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/382590218814836765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/ZVl5ckTSmGk/pay-it-forward.html" title="Pay It Forward" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wA7GlpWv1Y/Sw23TqZqPWI/AAAAAAAALSo/-ezIfkeRM18/s72-c/PICT2016.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/11/pay-it-forward.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUGSX0zeCp7ImA9WxNUFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-2376355551290904440</id><published>2009-11-06T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:03:48.380-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T14:03:48.380-05:00</app:edited><title>Roots</title><summary type="html">You say you've started seeing somebody, that you are quite happy with the way your relationship is shaping. You tell me about all the cute things you want to do for him, and I listen.
That's wonderful, I say. 
I know I should be happy for you. I think I am, actually. At least a part of me is, but...
I've gotten used to our intimacy. I like you.
We're not a couple and we're not just friends. But I&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/bRgoqz9-uag" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/2376355551290904440/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=2376355551290904440&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/2376355551290904440?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/2376355551290904440?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/bRgoqz9-uag/roots.html" title="Roots" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/11/roots.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBQng5eCp7ImA9WxNUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-3230145209071625153</id><published>2009-11-02T23:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:24:13.620-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T23:24:13.620-05:00</app:edited><title>Surprise !!!</title><summary type="html"> Just when I thought nothing could distract me from working on my midterms, I got an interesting notification on my facebook page.
Nice! I wasn't able to make it to her last concert! I sure won't miss that one... I hope facebook will also let me know about upcoming gigs from Marvin Gaye and Jeff Buckely... I haven't seen them in a while either 
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/WgDf04IgWhs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/3230145209071625153/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=3230145209071625153&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/3230145209071625153?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/3230145209071625153?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/WgDf04IgWhs/surprise.html" title="Surprise !!!" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wA7GlpWv1Y/Su-rSEa1AFI/AAAAAAAALNA/F7woV5dB35E/s72-c/Joplin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/11/surprise.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08BQ3w4eSp7ImA9WxBSGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-4432673908661718426</id><published>2009-11-01T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:50:52.231-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-27T13:50:52.231-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NYC" /><title>Epiphany</title><summary type="html">All good things must come to an end,
so I'm on the train, on my way back to Port Authority
My iPod is playing. The song is sad and intense, but I'm happy : I'm moving 
Epiphany: you and I can never be. I know it now
It's not as bad as I thought it would be

I can feel it in my bones ;
something is going to happen.
Something is going to hurt. But I'm looking forward to it 
I'm looking forward to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/sttS_ShXF_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/4432673908661718426/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=4432673908661718426&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/4432673908661718426?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/4432673908661718426?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/sttS_ShXF_0/epiphany.html" title="Epiphany" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/11/epiphany.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkECQXk9fCp7ImA9WxNUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-8785492158685038897</id><published>2009-10-31T11:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:31:00.764-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T12:31:00.764-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NYC" /><title>Reminiscing</title><summary type="html">Niko and I met the other night. After 2 years of talking on the phone, this was our first time seeing each other in the flesh. Gray areas. I've become a master at exploring those. Yet this one is limpid and pure. He and I are living proof that even (especially?) online, you reap what you sow. When you are genuinely open to true friendship, you can find it anywhere. 
We left Times Square and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/8K9MN1ag9Yg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/8785492158685038897/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=8785492158685038897&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/8785492158685038897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/8785492158685038897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/8K9MN1ag9Yg/reminiscing.html" title="Reminiscing" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wA7GlpWv1Y/SvRT4xCdxfI/AAAAAAAALQI/KqsVuKm52uQ/s72-c/PICT2003.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/10/reminiscing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUEQngyeip7ImA9WxNUEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-181781445857468892</id><published>2009-10-30T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:23:23.692-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T23:23:23.692-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NYC" /><title>Conspicuous</title><summary type="html">At the Marriott in Times Square for the ATA conference. I am walking quickly through the 7th floor, on my way to the next presentation. 

Hotel guy, pointing to his right: You room is that way!

Me: How do you know that? 

Hotel guy: We talked earlier... and I'm not likely to forget this, now pointing at me.

I thought it would be fun to wear my yellow shoes, red pants, and a bee-like sweater at &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/eI6yWUHOT_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/181781445857468892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=181781445857468892&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/181781445857468892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/181781445857468892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/eI6yWUHOT_Y/conspicuous.html" title="Conspicuous" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/10/conspicuous.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ARX84cCp7ImA9WxBbEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-455558935460190160</id><published>2009-10-12T18:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:42:24.138-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-07T19:42:24.138-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mariah Carey" /><title>Mariah Toasting to Gay Engagement</title><summary type="html">Looks like what happened in Vegas won't stay in Vegas...

In this video, a gay lamb proposes to his boyfriend on stage during Mariah's concert. Who needs a fancy restaurant, a room full of roses, or a trip to Paris, when you can have the Mariah Carey be a witness to your engagement and toast to it?! Being a hardcore lamb myself, I have to say that this is the sweetest, most romantic thing I have &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/IGRma_qy3rw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/455558935460190160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=455558935460190160&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/455558935460190160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/455558935460190160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/IGRma_qy3rw/mariah-toasting-to-gay-engagement.html" title="Mariah Toasting to Gay Engagement" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/10/mariah-toasting-to-gay-engagement.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UFSX44fSp7ImA9WxNXFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-7717899857608268598</id><published>2009-10-03T13:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:46:58.035-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-03T15:46:58.035-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Metacognition" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love" /><title>Inaccurate Labeling?</title><summary type="html">I wake up with a weight on my chest, and even though I could use some rest, I do not want to go back to sleep. I knew I should not have taken a nap at that time of the afternoon; there is something utterly depressing about waking up to find out that the sunlight is gone. I should have also known better than to mention your name before giving in to slumber; my subconscious was quick to remind me &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/gK0fMOpDn3k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/7717899857608268598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=7717899857608268598&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/7717899857608268598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/7717899857608268598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/gK0fMOpDn3k/inaccurate-labeling.html" title="Inaccurate Labeling?" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/10/inaccurate-labeling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUARHYzfip7ImA9WxNXFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-1691437765084472428</id><published>2009-09-20T19:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:00:45.886-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-02T17:00:45.886-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beyonce" /><title>True Halo</title><summary type="html">I think I've always been open open about the love/hate relationship I have with Beyoncé: I've always loved her music and her determination, but I've always found personality to be somewhat fake and irritating.
I don't know if she has gone through some changes lately or if I just finally got to see a new side of her, but I have to admit that she has scored quite a few points in my celeb book. 
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/ZNKVmViSY54" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/1691437765084472428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=1691437765084472428&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/1691437765084472428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/1691437765084472428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/ZNKVmViSY54/true-halo.html" title="True Halo" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/09/true-halo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHSX0zfyp7ImA9WxNXFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-6049908879950328195</id><published>2009-09-14T22:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:47:18.387-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-03T15:47:18.387-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AIDS" /><title>Rite of Passage</title><summary type="html">It only takes 5 minutes, but each one of them feels like a decade. I've done it so many times that I tell myself I shouldn't have to worry. I guess it starts to work as I enter the room with no apprehension. 

"This is just another routine check, like every other test I took before." 

I have nothing special to report, or so I tell myself. I just want to make sure that I'm alright. Always &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/U2kCo-IhV_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/6049908879950328195/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=6049908879950328195&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/6049908879950328195?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/6049908879950328195?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/U2kCo-IhV_A/rite-of-passage.html" title="Rite of Passage" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/09/rite-of-passage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHSX0zfyp7ImA9WxNXFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-7924335097432306031</id><published>2009-09-06T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:47:18.387-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-03T15:47:18.387-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AIDS" /><title>Killer Ad</title><summary type="html">It might not be informative, and depicting the male partner of  a heterosexual couple as being the threat might be very cliché.. (we get it, the virus is the invader, and in sexual imagery, a woman does not really fit the description), but this ad, which ironically enough was created by a German advertising agency, definitely does what it is supposed to do : get your attention.

It makes you stop&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/zz6HgrzAKEw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="related" href="http://aids-is-a-mass-murderer.com/" title="Killer Ad" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/7924335097432306031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=7924335097432306031&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/7924335097432306031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/7924335097432306031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/zz6HgrzAKEw/killer-ad.html" title="Killer Ad" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7wA7GlpWv1Y/SqND4E2J6fI/AAAAAAAALDI/a_WlMe7SttI/s72-c/aids_hitler.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/09/killer-ad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BR347eSp7ImA9WxNSGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-1573797357690044300</id><published>2009-09-03T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:37:36.001-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T12:37:36.001-04:00</app:edited><title>All those Boys are Much too Much</title><summary type="html">

Because it doesn't have to be father's day for us to remember how important the role a dad plays in his child's life is...
Plus it's such a cute video, it will literally "cheer you up" if you were not having a grool day!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/36ugAXfXdso" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/1573797357690044300/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=1573797357690044300&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/1573797357690044300?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/1573797357690044300?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/36ugAXfXdso/all-those-boys-are-much-too-much.html" title="All those Boys are Much too Much" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/09/all-those-boys-are-much-too-much.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYMRXk_cCp7ImA9WxNREEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-8323418229374587728</id><published>2009-09-02T20:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:09:44.748-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T17:09:44.748-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obsession" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mariah Carey" /><title>Does Mariah Really Want to Know What Love is?</title><summary type="html">So Mariah wants to know what love is, or at least that's what she claims with her cover of Foreigner. What we need to figure out now is how bad she wants it.
Is it a hit or a miss?

My answers are usually known to be "somewhat" biased when it comes to MC, but I will try to remain as objective as can be this time around, just because.

It all starts with an intro that, at first, made me want to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/X9B6g93e7Ok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/8323418229374587728/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=8323418229374587728&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/8323418229374587728?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/8323418229374587728?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/X9B6g93e7Ok/does-mariah-really-want-to-know-what_02.html" title="Does Mariah Really Want to Know What Love is?" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7wA7GlpWv1Y/SqAXLNBB_vI/AAAAAAAALCs/4ja1_v27sag/s72-c/29e16cdd38.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/09/does-mariah-really-want-to-know-what_02.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUDSX07eip7ImA9WxNSGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-302830886662742810</id><published>2009-08-26T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:11:18.302-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-01T20:11:18.302-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kent State" /><title>Less is More</title><summary type="html">This scene took place during the orientation for new graduate assistants. The assistant in question is in her mid-40's, I would say

Participant, holding a cup of coffee : I'm looking for cream

Me, a bit overwhelmed, trying to direct quite a few people at the same time: I'm not sure we have any left

Participant: But what will I do without cream?

Me: Well, black and strong is alright, isn't it?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/VEsL9noV_Wk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/302830886662742810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=302830886662742810&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/302830886662742810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/302830886662742810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/VEsL9noV_Wk/no-cream.html" title="Less is More" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/08/no-cream.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBR306eCp7ImA9WxNREE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-7773140100746801751</id><published>2009-08-07T13:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:27:36.310-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T15:27:36.310-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kent State" /><title>Temptation at the Worplace ?</title><summary type="html">Summertime in Ohio (especially on campus) is also known as construction time. I think it should actually be an official season...I pass this sign everyday on my way to the office, secretly smiling. Seriously, how tempting would that sign be if we weren't in redneck land?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/UmE7oBO0guo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/7773140100746801751/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=7773140100746801751&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/7773140100746801751?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/7773140100746801751?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/UmE7oBO0guo/temptation-at-worplace.html" title="Temptation at the Worplace ?" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wA7GlpWv1Y/Snxiffqx3HI/AAAAAAAAK7I/ph3SWjQoX10/s72-c/PICT1533.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/08/temptation-at-worplace.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIHQHw7fCp7ImA9WxJaEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-2953656607202297002</id><published>2009-08-02T20:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:22:11.204-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-03T02:22:11.204-04:00</app:edited><title>John Legend is coming back home</title><summary type="html">Last night, thanks to SoulBounce.com and the two free tickets they provided, I had the opportunity to see John Legend perform in Cleveland with Meredith... and it was definitely a night to remember (which has nothing to do with all the cars I almost drove into and the lights I almost ran)It's really a shame I had to sell my BlackBerry, because there was definitely a lot to "tweet home about." &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/Dq9zGMsk6Q0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/2953656607202297002/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=2953656607202297002&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/2953656607202297002?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/2953656607202297002?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/Dq9zGMsk6Q0/john-legend-is-coming-back-home.html" title="John Legend is coming back home" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7wA7GlpWv1Y/SnaABh665gI/AAAAAAAAK64/6EYdoNNFyfc/s72-c/PICT1556.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/08/john-legend-is-coming-back-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICRHg4cCp7ImA9WxJaEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-1646135978408878856</id><published>2009-07-31T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:56:05.638-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-02T21:56:05.638-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NYC" /><title>Weekends in NY</title><summary type="html">It's the weekend and I'm spending it in good old Kent, OH, so I finally get a real break and I get to talk about... well, last weekend and the weekend before that?Teaching and taking classes during our first summer session, I was quite busy with things I did not necessarily want to do. So the minute I reported the grades of my students and I turned in my final paper, I took off and went to CBC to&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/hovxL0fzDNQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/1646135978408878856/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=1646135978408878856&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/1646135978408878856?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/1646135978408878856?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/hovxL0fzDNQ/weekends-in-ny.html" title="Weekends in NY" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/07/weekends-in-ny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFQ30-fyp7ImA9WxJaE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-5216654219795305168</id><published>2009-07-18T01:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:40:12.357-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-03T10:40:12.357-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Obsession" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mariah Carey" /><title>Obsessed</title><summary type="html">

Alright, so I might be a day (or two) late, but that's only because I've been sleeping in my office (literally) working on some school projects. Ugh!
I'm still extremely tired. It's something like 2am and I gotta get me some sleeeeeeeeeeep.. so please excuse the bleakosity and unoriginality of the comments.

Anyway, it's been "all up in the blogs" already, but I had to post the video !!! I have&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/AjaqelWBKmQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/5216654219795305168/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=5216654219795305168&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/5216654219795305168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/5216654219795305168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/AjaqelWBKmQ/obsessed.html" title="Obsessed" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/07/obsessed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUANRH06fSp7ImA9WxJaE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36128905.post-2373367499081340433</id><published>2009-06-24T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:56:35.315-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-03T09:56:35.315-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kent State" /><title>The Worst Gaydar Ever</title><summary type="html">Since I'm teaching and I can get free credit for some classes as a student, I'm taking this interesting pedagogy class during the summer session. My teacher is known to go off on tangents and talk about her personal life quite extensively. If you'd like to know about her high school years (both as a teacher and a student), or about 'this one time when she had mono', you should definitely think &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/automaticprince/~4/o5H7HIEoKfE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.automaticprince.com/feeds/2373367499081340433/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36128905&amp;postID=2373367499081340433&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/2373367499081340433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36128905/posts/default/2373367499081340433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/automaticprince/~3/o5H7HIEoKfE/worst-gaydar-ever.html" title="The Worst Gaydar Ever" /><author><name>Automatic Prince</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15990315419153951184</uri><email>automaticprince@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10719365213831807050" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.automaticprince.com/2009/07/worst-gaydar-ever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
