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there is no spoon.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>joshua paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081552331596360588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uvSGaPjI5is/R_XE1L9Nl9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/r_ReQ1PFGic/S220/Photo+25.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>622</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/QQrd" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/qqrd" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcMQXw8cCp7ImA9WhRQGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-6934156285278480840</id><published>2011-12-15T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:48:00.278-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T07:48:00.278-08:00</app:edited><title>dream</title><content type="html">walk with an architect - tent house - complain about salary - it starts to rain - the fires stay lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;married to a beautiful girl that loves you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you feel inadequate / not worthy of being loved that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have done something desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the police are the in the neighborhood and have been in the building where you live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she is sick, having stomach pains - the doctor has come and told you she can't travel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-6934156285278480840?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/YDELffvrxG0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6934156285278480840/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=6934156285278480840" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/6934156285278480840?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/6934156285278480840?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~3/YDELffvrxG0/dream.html" title="dream" /><author><name>joshua paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081552331596360588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uvSGaPjI5is/R_XE1L9Nl9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/r_ReQ1PFGic/S220/Photo+25.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/2011/12/dream.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUHQ3Yzfyp7ImA9WhdbF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-3062211161510249090</id><published>2011-10-15T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:17:12.887-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-15T12:17:12.887-07:00</app:edited><title>the eyes lament, the joy of the ear</title><content type="html">from sense nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;from nonsense sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eye of providence in glory watches&lt;br /&gt;over all the days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does the eye have its fill of seeing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men dead at least 2000 years don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solomon likely didn't write those words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change, age, decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't get older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before but now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I was that but now I am this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I was hungry but now I am full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before my eyes had not seen enough but now they have seen enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before my ears had not heard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before my tongue had not tasted enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no plot twist? no new ending I need to wait for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wealth&lt;br /&gt;power&lt;br /&gt;fame&lt;br /&gt;even wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is too much for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to be still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remain at the centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe and believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put the hurry down&lt;br /&gt;put the fear down&lt;br /&gt;put the resentment down &lt;br /&gt;put the regret down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-3062211161510249090?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/zhdzeZszPJY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3062211161510249090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=3062211161510249090" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/3062211161510249090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/3062211161510249090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~3/zhdzeZszPJY/eyes-lament-joy-of-ear.html" title="the eyes lament, the joy of the ear" /><author><name>joshua paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081552331596360588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uvSGaPjI5is/R_XE1L9Nl9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/r_ReQ1PFGic/S220/Photo+25.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/2011/10/eyes-lament-joy-of-ear.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYER3ozeip7ImA9WhdXGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-4346411550176483055</id><published>2011-09-01T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:15:06.482-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-01T23:15:06.482-07:00</app:edited><title>evolution</title><content type="html">evolution gave mammals big brains to support our noses (earliest mammal brains endocasts created by new imaging tech)
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;evolution gave homo erectus the ability to make stone tools almost 2 million years ago
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;we can brachiate
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;we don't make vitamin c
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;we walk on two legs - for long distance travel
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&lt;br /&gt;we sweat - for endurance hunting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-4346411550176483055?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/QbLt4ZeAMwc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4346411550176483055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=4346411550176483055" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/4346411550176483055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/4346411550176483055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~3/QbLt4ZeAMwc/evolution.html" title="evolution" /><author><name>joshua paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081552331596360588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uvSGaPjI5is/R_XE1L9Nl9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/r_ReQ1PFGic/S220/Photo+25.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/2011/09/evolution.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MNQnoyfSp7ImA9WhdXGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-789642358981476403</id><published>2011-09-01T00:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:18:13.495-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-01T00:18:13.495-07:00</app:edited><title>about me</title><content type="html">&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;about 20 years ago my dad died when the plane he was going to work in crashed in nanaimo Harbour, burst into flames, and sank.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;reports say he helped survivors out of the plane.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;they recovered my father's burned body from the ocean floor.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;they found the skin of other passengers under his finger nails from trying to claw his way out.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;since he died I was unaware that I blamed myself for not being able to save him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;this is character development.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;it is so simple.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;one day the world is black.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;then the character learns something that changes his life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;he learns the world is white, like I did, once I realized I had been blaming myself for his horrible death, and knowing that, I knew I didn't have blame myself anymore.
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&lt;br /&gt;never can speak
&lt;br /&gt;nobody can knows
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;just feeling..
&lt;br /&gt;simple but so difficult &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-730824715062546809?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/4qezeGaab0U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/730824715062546809/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=730824715062546809" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/730824715062546809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/730824715062546809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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been the same since that house fell on my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this on a sign on a lady's desk in an office:&lt;br /&gt;I can please only one person per day. &lt;br /&gt;Today is not your day. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow isn't looking good, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this on a bumper sticker:&lt;br /&gt;one fry short of a happy meal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-4647862649407944150?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/VbxnieRFXlk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4647862649407944150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=4647862649407944150" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDQ3Y6fCp7ImA9WhZQFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-708128361406229219</id><published>2011-04-24T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T11:39:32.814-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-24T11:39:32.814-07:00</app:edited><title>catan tiles</title><content type="html">1. http://ryanschenk.com/2010/11/settlers-of-catan-tiles/&lt;br /&gt;2. http://www.imgh.us/ocean.svg&lt;br /&gt;3. http://www.flickr.com/photos/joshuapaul/5650007797/in/photostream&lt;br /&gt;4. http://zoom.it/eX13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-708128361406229219?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/TbQvAUwa5hU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/&gt;can I choose how much time I spend with my wife?&lt;br /&gt;can I choose how much time I spend with my mother?&lt;br /&gt;can I choose how much time I spend with my father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how well can a father know his son when he spends most of his time asleep or at work surrounded by strangers?&lt;br /&gt;how well can a son get to know his father when he spends most of his time asleep or at school surrounded by strangers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies? books? games? sports?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they only hasten time's chariot ever more near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desire, wish, longing, ache, pain, emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;civilization stands in my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I want is my family back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-3790591061107878988?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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the consequences be or what plan should I take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-4071902571709478973?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/9tX8ZYRwFAQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/4071902571709478973/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=4071902571709478973" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/4071902571709478973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/4071902571709478973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="little red riding hood" /><title>lucky lucy or little red riding hood</title><content type="html">just before you were born there was a beautiful young girl named Jill. her mom told her to go straight to grandmas and not to talk to any strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to grandma's, a kind and nice looking wolf asked her where she was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is your name child?" asked the wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my name is Jill," said Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where are you off to on this sunny day?" asked the wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to grandma's," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where does your grandma live?" the wolf asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"in the red house at the end of the next street," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's too bad," said the wolf, "I am going the other way. good bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the wolf secretly raced ahead to grandma's house, tricked grandma in to opening her door by pretending to be Jill, ate poor grandma up and then got into grandma's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Jill got to grandma's house she thought something had changed but couldn't tell what it was because all the lights were out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grandma why are all the lights out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a headache my dear. come into bed with grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grandma what big arms you have!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all the better to hug you with my dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grandma what big legs you have!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all the better to catch if you run away my dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grandma what big teeth you have!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all the better to eat you up with if you don't do as I tell you. i am the biggest and baddest wolf. I will eat your mother and father up if you try to run away, or tell anyone. you will stay with me and cook and clean for me or I will eat you up. is that clear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill worked harder than she had ever worked in her life and the wolf was very cruel and made her cry when she didn't do what the bad wolf wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now one day, just a couple years ago, the wolf said "you will go and catch me a young girl or I will eat you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said no she wouldn't - but the wolf was especially cruel and made her cry more than ever before and finally she had no choice but to do what the wolf wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dont even think of running away - I will find you and eat you up!" - so off she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lucky lucy was the cutest girl you ever saw. her mom told her to go straight to grandmas and not to talk to any strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to grandma's, a kind and nice looking lady asked her where she was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is your name girl?" asked Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my name is Lucy," said lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where are you off to on this sunny day?" asked Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to grandma's," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why dont stop at my house before going to your grandmas. It's my birthday and I have lots of cake and ice cream and candy." said Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok," said Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when they got to the wolf's house there was no cake, no ice cream and no candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wolf said to Lucy "i am the biggest and baddest wolf. I will eat your mother and father up if you try to run away, or tell anyone. you will stay with me and cook and clean for me or I will eat you up. is that clear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wolf was very cruel and made her cry when she didn't do what the bad wolf wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one lucky day a house inspector came to check on the house and saw Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called the police and the wolf was  caught and killed, Jill was put in jail for catching Lucy, and lucky Lucy got to go home to her parents, who had been searching for her everywhere and were so happy she was finally home safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-8398240232013015401?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/tSWs8PnjMNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8398240232013015401/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=8398240232013015401" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/8398240232013015401?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/8398240232013015401?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~3/tSWs8PnjMNY/lucky-lucy-or-little-red-riding-hood.html" title="lucky lucy or little red riding hood" /><author><name>joshua paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081552331596360588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uvSGaPjI5is/R_XE1L9Nl9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/r_ReQ1PFGic/S220/Photo+25.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/2011/03/lucky-lucy-or-little-red-riding-hood.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGR387fyp7ImA9Wx9aEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-74712566220648019</id><published>2011-03-02T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:10:26.107-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-02T10:10:26.107-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fairy tales" /><title>fair tales for the 21st century</title><content type="html">Perrault did it&lt;br /&gt;the Grimms did it&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Lang did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every generation someone takes responsibility for telling again the fair tales that have been told and retold time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a huge job. someone should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what tales would you include that you can tell or would like to tell by heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of tales I would like retold - that I know by heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping beauty&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;rumplestiltskin &lt;br /&gt;the dog and the bone&lt;br /&gt;Ivan and the wild wolf&lt;br /&gt;the flying ship&lt;br /&gt;silly noddy and the pike&lt;br /&gt;Red riding hood&lt;br /&gt;goldilocks&lt;br /&gt;the three little pigs&lt;br /&gt;hansel and gretel&lt;br /&gt;Korean / Chinese stolen princess&lt;br /&gt;Korean the smart peasant and the stupid nobleman&lt;br /&gt;jack and the beanstalk &lt;br /&gt;the tortoise and the hare&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin and the lamp&lt;br /&gt;the emperors new clothes&lt;br /&gt;the pied piper of Hamlin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for history that I might like to know&lt;br /&gt;Gilgamesh &lt;br /&gt;Beowulf &lt;br /&gt;parsifal and the Grail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-74712566220648019?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/bGwc6uc6Os4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/74712566220648019/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=74712566220648019" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/74712566220648019?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/74712566220648019?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~3/bGwc6uc6Os4/fair-tales-for-21st-century.html" title="fair tales for the 21st century" /><author><name>joshua paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081552331596360588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uvSGaPjI5is/R_XE1L9Nl9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/r_ReQ1PFGic/S220/Photo+25.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/2011/03/fair-tales-for-21st-century.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAER3c5fyp7ImA9Wx9VFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-1729161316234450071</id><published>2011-01-31T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:01:46.927-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-31T13:01:46.927-08:00</app:edited><title>the secret to microwave cooking</title><content type="html">Question: What is the secret to microwave cooking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Never cook food on 100% power. Food cook on 100% becomes dry and hard. Cook food in the microwave on low power - preferably 20% - for longer - 3x to 4x longer than you would if you cooked it at 100% power. The food will come out beautifully cooked and tasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-1729161316234450071?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/xYUWw0Phwuo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1729161316234450071/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=1729161316234450071" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/1729161316234450071?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/1729161316234450071?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" 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type="html">1 kiss the woman I love&lt;br /&gt;2 kiss the kids&lt;br /&gt;3 ride my motorcucle&lt;br /&gt;4 direct and act in a play&lt;br /&gt;5 write a play&lt;br /&gt;6 help a stranger&lt;br /&gt;7 eat vegetarian Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;8 drink wine, beer and whiskey&lt;br /&gt;9 play a game with my kids&lt;br /&gt;10 go sailing in the gulf islands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep - hard to imagine doing all those things in a day - but imagine i have 24 hours and then it seems more doable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-8788587111079470079?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/ZTXdl52uI0s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/8788587111079470079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uvSGaPjI5is/TQQbZNt9YII/AAAAAAAAAL8/k_ITjwYVj1E/s1600/Goodnight%2BDune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uvSGaPjI5is/TQQbZNt9YII/AAAAAAAAAL8/k_ITjwYVj1E/s400/Goodnight%2BDune.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549590760820400258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Dune,&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight spice plume,&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight sand storm obstructing the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Maker and goodnight sietch,&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Arrakeen and the shield wall breech [sic].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight House Atriedes, goodnight CHOAM,&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight blue-eyed Fremen who call Arrakis home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight gom jabar&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Sardukar [sic]&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight 'thopter (which is a flying car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Baron and goodnight Duke&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Gurney Halleck and goodnight lute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Chani and Muad'Dib too.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight me and goodnight you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-2459500632529539483?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/SyxvHGKSBU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/2459500632529539483/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=2459500632529539483" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/2459500632529539483?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;C04DRXozcSp7ImA9Wx5aEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-243227924495146690</id><published>2010-11-08T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:46:14.489-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-08T10:46:14.489-08:00</app:edited><title>Monday...</title><content type="html">how do I feel about going back to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is building sand castles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry the waves will ruin them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry no one will hire me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that people no longer want sand castles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that a tsunami is coming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my children will go hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my wife will have no roof over her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my feet will be bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that my pockets will be empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear overtakes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I stop and face my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear I say, I am facing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fear stares back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the stories the hero wins easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here fear is strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear whispers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unemployment is growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resources are dwindling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I close my eyes and worship the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the cold universe it burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is my miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in the winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even on the longest night of winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun still rises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miraculous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I look forward too seeing it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye has not yet had its fill of seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something wonderful might happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-243227924495146690?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/pwhUtxzCBxQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/243227924495146690/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=243227924495146690" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/243227924495146690?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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wrong</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of artificial life. robots that were alive and wanted to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they were mules - unable to reproduce - and I wanted to kill them - but they were too powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their programming wouldn't let them retaliate or accept that it was deliberate but I always tried to make it look like an accident anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dream I wasn't clear on my motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I had loved the female robot but she loved only the broken but still overpowering male robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she had loved me once. or had she only be following her programming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-6966127890170859756?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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sizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in big pot&lt;br /&gt;put meat&lt;br /&gt;put jar of pasta sauce&lt;br /&gt;put lots of minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;put chili flakes&lt;br /&gt;put chili&lt;br /&gt;put beef stock powder&lt;br /&gt;put sugar&lt;br /&gt;put chopped jalapeños&lt;br /&gt;put lots of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-6297193961231510739?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/Qms6NBo8s9c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6297193961231510739/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=6297193961231510739" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" 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taxation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- representation without taxation - proportional representation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- economic growth - is it sustainable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-3996474287201950582?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/8kZihsYNNfI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/3996474287201950582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=3996474287201950582" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/3996474287201950582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-27T00:18:27.493-07:00</app:edited><title>what can theatre do for me</title><content type="html">what can I do for theatre&lt;br /&gt;that's easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can produce, write, direct and act&lt;br /&gt;can I put bums in seats?&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-5835960295319524536?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/0_B1e4c90xs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/5835960295319524536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=5835960295319524536" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGRXw7cCp7ImA9WxFbFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-6524110754054855612</id><published>2010-07-08T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:03:44.208-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-08T15:03:44.208-07:00</app:edited><title>theatre of the oppressed - death of a salesman, a dolls house</title><content type="html">valid&lt;br /&gt;accurate&lt;br /&gt;acupuncture &lt;br /&gt;moving&lt;br /&gt;holistic&lt;br /&gt;healing&lt;br /&gt;suffering&lt;br /&gt;liberating&lt;br /&gt;freedom&lt;br /&gt;cathartic&lt;br /&gt;tragic&lt;br /&gt;exit&lt;br /&gt;a way out&lt;br /&gt;life hack&lt;br /&gt;namshub of enki&lt;br /&gt;magic&lt;br /&gt;words of power&lt;br /&gt;systemic issues anthropomorphized and exorcised&lt;br /&gt;shared experience - that happens to you?!&lt;br /&gt;shared experience - hush. sit still. you cant intervene. let your mirror neurons teleport you.&lt;div 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-29T23:05:36.755-07:00</app:edited><title>safety</title><content type="html">depression is oppressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been one the greatest bull markets &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-1612270127988494161?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/19xsXCrJ1DE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/1612270127988494161/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=1612270127988494161" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;D04DRXw-fyp7ImA9WxFVF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-8620309018704213919</id><published>2010-06-16T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:32:54.257-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-16T09:32:54.257-07:00</app:edited><title>damask drum</title><content type="html">I am in a wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am facing my greatest fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my greatest weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dedicate my life to art and create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my fear is not that Art doesn't want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fear is that I have no art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a priest but I am not holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a drum but I make no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a voice that can not be tuned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a poem that is not sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lover that no one loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rejected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and humiliated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Salieri aware of Mozart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known you a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mistaken after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that Art will not want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hide like a dream deferred and continue to spoil my life and those I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or I can accept what I may be, what I believe, and surrender to the mercy of the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty - the dream, the damask drum, the feelings - you want more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. please send more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-8620309018704213919?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/ltXoHabJPlo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" 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George blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can easily win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is easy (I am not too bright).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it rewarding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the program has rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn the rules and acquire serfs, merchants, nobles, florins, land, food, titles, and maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-493570696510755993?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/8h05NWayiKQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/493570696510755993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=493570696510755993" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/493570696510755993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/493570696510755993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~3/8h05NWayiKQ/santa-paravia-en-fiumaccio.html" title="Santa paravia en fiumaccio" /><author><name>joshua paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081552331596360588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uvSGaPjI5is/R_XE1L9Nl9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/r_ReQ1PFGic/S220/Photo+25.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/2010/06/santa-paravia-en-fiumaccio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFR3Y-eyp7ImA9WxFWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595343.post-6587981132562795448</id><published>2010-06-01T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:13:36.853-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-01T01:13:36.853-07:00</app:edited><title>Cinderella or Rhodopis or Rumplestiltkin</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;this way or that edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not very good at playing games&lt;br /&gt;so instead I wrote this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very good at writing stories so instead I made these notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine these notes graphically as story boards that come alive in vivid detail for me - like changing the channels on the tv - these words change the scene, sounds and characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a queen mother&lt;br /&gt;a mother passes away&lt;br /&gt;a father and daughter&lt;br /&gt;a king and princess&lt;br /&gt;the daughter grows older beautiully&lt;br /&gt;animals plants and&lt;br /&gt;mitochondria and hyrdogen&lt;br /&gt;and stars and blackholes&lt;br /&gt;they are her fairy god parent stars&lt;br /&gt;and everyone she meets are helpers - that love each other as close family - like a beloved niece or nephew or aunt or uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or they don't. her and father lose the bulk of their wealth&lt;br /&gt;until all they have left is one oil refinery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her father marries a beautiful wicked witch&lt;br /&gt;beautiful and smart And wise and cruel&lt;br /&gt;she brings two evil step sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of them are sadists and delight in making the King's daughter uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she retreats to the waste pile to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not. she is accused of treason and thrown in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emperor will release her if her father hands over the secret plans they recently completed that trumps the emperor's monopoly and high priced oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emperor holds a ball&lt;br /&gt;and ladies in the King's family&lt;br /&gt;and the step sisters won't let her out to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lock her in while they go off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not. while in jail she negotiates with emperor for her freedom if she recreates the secret plans and sells those plans for her freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she is not worried becuase her fairy god parents are with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what do they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not. the emperor accepts and providers her with the latest Craig ventner equipped lab, and enough lab techs to fill a town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they take her to meet the emperor 2 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evil step sisters and the witch are chasing her when they find out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before she can get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she drops her wet shoes which are stolen by an eagle (who is a human that can fly - Horus Apollo) from the arm of the emperor's bodyguard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she hides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not. the first trial runs converting straw into gold fail. the microbes cultures are dying. something is not working. but everything is the same. she is sure nothing is different. but why isn't working?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emperor sends his inspectors door to door with the troops and knocks on every door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he cant find her among the ladies of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is guided by rumplestiltskin in exchange for her first born that her father had put a secret catalyst in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the emperor sends the census people and counts all the illegal immigrants and he finds her after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the process works, straw is converted to oil. they marry creating a powerful economic alliance that lasted for hundreds of generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that were infected with rumplestiltskin virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they love each other for ever and ever and the world is saved once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roll the credits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595343-6587981132562795448?l=joshuapaul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~4/V9k6COoSeiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/feeds/6587981132562795448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595343&amp;postID=6587981132562795448" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/6587981132562795448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595343/posts/default/6587981132562795448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QQrd/~3/V9k6COoSeiA/cinderella-or-rhodopis-or.html" title="Cinderella or Rhodopis or Rumplestiltkin" /><author><name>joshua paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081552331596360588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uvSGaPjI5is/R_XE1L9Nl9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/r_ReQ1PFGic/S220/Photo+25.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joshuapaul.blogspot.com/2010/06/cinderella-or-rhodopis-or.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

