<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036</id><updated>2026-10-22T04:52:26.251-04:00</updated><category term="Poems"/><category term="Friends"/><category term="Album Reviews"/><category term="Future Album Titles"/><category term="Life of Brian"/><category term="Positive Thinking"/><category term="Vacation"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s all fun and games until....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-5694635422343384169</id><published>2008-07-27T23:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:00:56.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-Jim Morrison</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/5694635422343384169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/5694635422343384169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/5694635422343384169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/5694635422343384169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2008/07/friend-is-someone-who-gives-you-total.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-1026243451039802296</id><published>2008-07-25T08:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:01:04.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.&lt;br /&gt;-Louis Hector Berlioz</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/1026243451039802296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/1026243451039802296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/1026243451039802296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/1026243451039802296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-is-great-teacher-but-unfortunately.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-2055489030192650284</id><published>2008-07-24T09:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:34:25.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I guess my last post gave it away, I&#39;m trying out a new socials tool that&#39;ll post to many socials at the same time....bebo, blogger, friendfeed, facebook, twitter, kwippy.....just to name a few. It&#39;s quite cool ;] Check it out http://ping.fm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/2055489030192650284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/2055489030192650284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2055489030192650284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2055489030192650284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-so-i-guess-my-last-post-gave-it-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-5474931251651226638</id><published>2008-07-23T19:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:32:50.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new super race? &lt;br /&gt;http://ping.fm/3OU1V</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/5474931251651226638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/5474931251651226638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/5474931251651226638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/5474931251651226638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-super-race-httpping.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-8263909635800122198</id><published>2008-07-11T00:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:49:49.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayla &amp;quot;Bean&amp;quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/boscage/1544525966/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2414/1544525966_1f8a09d9c9_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/boscage/1544525966/&quot;&gt;CIMG0227&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/boscage/&quot;&gt;boscage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture was taken of &quot;the bean&quot; on Jan 29th of 2007. She&#39;s about the size of one of Josie&#39;s stuffed animals. What a cute bean head. She got the &quot;bean&quot; as her middle name later, after we realized what a natural ability she had to jump, jump, jump. Even now, she easily clears the top of the fence when jumping straight up and down....it&#39;s that she just doesn&#39;t realize that she could jump over the fence (thank goodness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE BUMPKIN!&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/8263909635800122198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/8263909635800122198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/8263909635800122198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/8263909635800122198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2008/07/mayla.html' title='Mayla &amp;quot;Bean&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2414/1544525966_1f8a09d9c9_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-3713210992413983954</id><published>2008-05-28T14:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:42:34.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The purpose of a state Constitution...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The purpose of a state Constitution is two-fold: (1) to protect the rights of the individual from encroachment by the State; and (2) to provide a framework of government for the State and its subdivisions. It is not the function of a Constitution to deal with temporary conditions, but to lay down general principles of government which must be observed amid changing conditions. It follows, then, that a Constitution should not contain elaborate legislative provisions, but should lay down briefly and clearly fundamental principles upon which government shall proceed, leaving it to the people&#39;s representatives to apply these principles through legislation to conditions as they arise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_J._Parker&quot;&gt;John J. Parker, Chief Judge of the United States Court of Appeals for the Fourth Circuit (1925-58)&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/3713210992413983954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/3713210992413983954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/3713210992413983954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/3713210992413983954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2008/05/purpose-of-state-constitution.html' title='The purpose of a state Constitution...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-2478869925433228691</id><published>2008-04-29T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:52:26.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The honeymoon is over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The honeymoon is over when he phones to say he&#39;ll be late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; for supper and she&#39;s already left a note that it&#39;s in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; refrigerator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bill Lawrence</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/2478869925433228691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/2478869925433228691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2478869925433228691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2478869925433228691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2008/04/honeymoon-is-over.html' title='The honeymoon is over...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-44803131738594639</id><published>2008-04-14T16:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:25:41.890-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Future Album Titles"/><title type='text'>You don&#39;t know...</title><content type='html'>Just thought I&#39;d mention that probably my second album will be entitled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;You don&#39;t know...but you think you know&lt;/span&gt;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. That is all.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/44803131738594639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/44803131738594639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/44803131738594639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/44803131738594639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-dont-know.html' title='You don&#39;t know...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-2928394410770473025</id><published>2008-04-11T12:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:28:50.673-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Album Reviews"/><title type='text'>Lenny Kravitz - It Is Time for a Love Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type=&quot;text/css&quot;&gt;&lt;!--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;&lt;/style&gt; Having had a chance to listen to Lenny Kravitz&#39;s new album, &quot;It Is Time For a Love Revolution&quot;, I felt as if I were listening to the Lenny I&#39;ve always known. This isn&#39;t necessarily a bad thing...no, more so, it&#39;s a indifferent thing. I wasn&#39;t unimpressed, but more importantly, I wasn&#39;t impressed. His sound was awesome back in the 90&#39;s, and from time to time I still crank up the “Let love rule” and similar tracks, but I can tell you that this won&#39;t be one of the albums I pull of the shelf, dust off, and listen to from beginning to end while friends are over. It offers nothing that the rest of his albums haven&#39;t already offered...at least artistically. With all that negativity said, it&#39;s not a “bad album” and if I had not already experienced Lenny back in his prime, I might be inclined to listen to this one more often. In short if you&#39;re a die hard Lenny fan, you gotta buy it, but if you&#39;re like me and are constantly expecting artists that you&#39;ve come to love, to have their sound evolve (ever so slightly even) as the times evolve, then you&#39;ll be somewhat disappointed.   &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;3.5 out of 5 squares&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/2928394410770473025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/2928394410770473025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2928394410770473025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2928394410770473025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2008/04/lenny-kravitz-it-is-time-for-love.html' title='Lenny Kravitz - It Is Time for a Love Revolution'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-8759235492549024438</id><published>2008-04-09T23:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:43:30.954-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vacation"/><title type='text'>Disney World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/boscage/2397047984/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3070/2397047984_81e77cb01e_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/boscage/2397047984/&quot;&gt;Disney Castle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/boscage/&quot;&gt;boscage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spring Break 2008. What better way to celebrate Easter than to head on down to Disney! Ok, well maybe their&#39;s 15 other cool ways to have an awesome spring break, but none other than Disney can provide you with that &quot;oooo ahhhh&quot; feeling while zapping every ounce of energy. In fact, I WAS worn out when I got home and needed a vacation from the vacation after it was all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time that I had been to Disney World since I was in 6th grade, and was very happy (and feel quite fortunate) that my son was able to experience this during his 6th grade year. All I should say to the would-be Disney Go&#39;er&#39;s out there is don&#39;t do the 3 day pass and then go 3 days in a row. It was way to much to take in during such a short period. I&#39;d recommend getting the 3 day pass, sure, but going a day, taking a day off, going a day, taking a day off, and so forth. We were worn out by the 3rd day, and even though we still found wonders that made our jaw drop, we were visibly dragging. :-] I&#39;m sure a lot of it had to do with the ground that we covered, but the lines...lordy lordy...the lines, they were long. And people seem to just get crabby (me included) when they are forced to wait. I&#39;m glad we went at the end of March, because I couldn&#39;t not imagine waiting in some of those lines in the dead heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will attempt to go through the pictures on Flickr and actually label the rides (or other appropriate titles) on each of them, but to be honest, I took a ton of pictures, and if I can&#39;t get process through these pictures shortly, I believe I&#39;m gonna start forgetting what&#39;s what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways...He had a blast...I had a blast...IT was a blast. In short, it was a nice place to visit, but I wouldn&#39;t want to live there.</content><link rel="related" href="www.disneyworld.com" title="Disney World"/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/8759235492549024438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/8759235492549024438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/8759235492549024438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/8759235492549024438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2008/04/disney-world.html' title='Disney World'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3070/2397047984_81e77cb01e_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-8338644604602703105</id><published>2007-11-13T11:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:22:23.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Business as usual. Usual is business. I like to dance.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/8338644604602703105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/8338644604602703105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/8338644604602703105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/8338644604602703105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/11/business-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-1929250643227404200</id><published>2007-11-13T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:21:54.027-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life of Brian"/><title type='text'>One thousand stories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;The taste in my mouth has grown old. I am ready. I first glimpsed, then starred into those eyes. It was if one thousand stories were thrown into the abyss, never to be told. It was ironic. Here I was, waiting, yet the walls never came crashing down. It was if I were seeing life flash before me, but it wasn&#39;t mine. Have I not lived? Have I not loved? Is this some cruel joke? Give me my pen. Give me my thought. I shall tell it once again...recording it all this time...the mundane, the righteous, nothing able to escape my grip. Wait! What was that? A fleeting memory? The mind held to it only but for a split second. A complete vision...yes, I saw it vividly.  Where&#39;s my pen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s gone.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/1929250643227404200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/1929250643227404200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/1929250643227404200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/1929250643227404200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-thousand-stories.html' title='One thousand stories...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-3639242379449662469</id><published>2007-10-23T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:53:33.701-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>The Doorway Pt5 fin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;He peers through the lace curtains that line the frosted glass, hoping for just a glance...&lt;br /&gt;Yet he has no way to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun begins to set, he turns his journey back from whence he came...&lt;br /&gt;Only then does the door open.&lt;br /&gt;Yet he is to anxious to enter.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/3639242379449662469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/3639242379449662469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/3639242379449662469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/3639242379449662469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/he-peers-through-lace-curtains-that.html' title='The Doorway Pt5 fin'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-5931881906376308725</id><published>2007-10-23T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:53:33.701-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>The Doorway Pt4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;With the most care, he gently knocks on the elegantly designed doorknocker...&lt;br /&gt;Yet he has no way to enter.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/5931881906376308725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/5931881906376308725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/5931881906376308725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/5931881906376308725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/with-most-care-he-gently-turns-on.html' title='The Doorway Pt4'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-3552180646580261977</id><published>2007-10-19T14:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:54:21.489-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Positive Thinking"/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Many people live their lives looking at the future, or worse, looking at the past. Fools, they are. Today is my life, and when tomorrow arrives, then so shall it be.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/3552180646580261977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/3552180646580261977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/3552180646580261977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/3552180646580261977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-4034905268167204124</id><published>2007-10-19T08:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:53:33.702-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>The Doorway Pt3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Reflecting the rays of light from the setting sun, it seems to invite him in.&lt;br /&gt;Yet he has no way to enter.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/4034905268167204124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/4034905268167204124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/4034905268167204124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/4034905268167204124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/doorway-pt3.html' title='The Doorway Pt3'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-977622536502227404</id><published>2007-10-18T11:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:53:33.702-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>The Doorway Pt2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Marked with etchings of grandeur, he marvels at the wonders which must be beyond...&lt;br /&gt;Yet he has no way to enter.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/977622536502227404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/977622536502227404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/977622536502227404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/977622536502227404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/doorway-pt2.html' title='The Doorway Pt2'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-2685668599193417088</id><published>2007-10-17T10:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:53:33.702-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>The Doorway Pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;He stands at the magnificent doorway seen from afar...&lt;br /&gt;Yet he has no way to enter.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/2685668599193417088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/2685668599193417088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2685668599193417088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2685668599193417088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/doorway-pt1.html' title='The Doorway Pt1'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-7787076936155658788</id><published>2007-10-14T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:32:04.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can&#39;t</title><content type='html'>Why can&#39;t two grown drunk people act like two grown drunk people?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/7787076936155658788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/7787076936155658788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/7787076936155658788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/7787076936155658788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-cant.html' title='Why can&#39;t'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-6795475480996392646</id><published>2007-10-13T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:20:32.323-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>Puzzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;As I look through the pieces that lie on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t help but feel that some of the more intricate ones are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dump the remaining ones out to be sorted through,&lt;br /&gt;no longer to be hidden by the box they once were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to push my hands threw the huge pile of individuality on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;gently touching the side of this piece, and the tip of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rotate around the completed portion of my work, looking for a different perspective,&lt;br /&gt;A new angle, unseen before, that will motivate my search for the next piece, spurring me onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if I can almost put my finger on the piece that would complete me, my puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;yet it always is just slightly larger, or shaped a shade differently then what is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None the less, I try each piece that resembles that which is necessary. No matter how much effort is used,&lt;br /&gt;the piece continually bucks at every attempt made, and finally, after much effort and grief, the piece is abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up the next piece, only to go through the same lingering process.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next, and again the next piece, until finally the piece I hold slides effortlessly into the void that I have become so focused to fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage myself to continue this pursuit, my obsession, by looking at the completed portions of the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the emerging beauty, this flawless picture of happiness, this absolute, is the ultimate drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing back to admire, I think of how empty this puzzle had been, and how much further it has to go.&lt;br /&gt;Smirking, I begin to search for the next piece of my life, knowing it has just as an important of a role as all those before it.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/6795475480996392646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/6795475480996392646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/6795475480996392646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/6795475480996392646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/puzzles.html' title='Puzzles'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-1125501113113007959</id><published>2007-10-12T18:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:44:47.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/boscage/1552248311/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2185/1552248311_19ab2d9550_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/boscage/1552248311/&quot;&gt;Graveyard Fields&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/boscage/&quot;&gt;boscage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a picture of the falls at Graveyard Fields on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Graveyard Fields is at the base of Balsam Gap, and the entrance to a great backpacking trail heading up to Shinning Rock (Cold Mountain). I&#39;ve been up there more times than I can remember, camping in a grassy saddle between a couple of peaks. Their are several different trails that you can take to actually get to the peak of Cold Mountain; straight over the peak of Balsam or along an old lumber rail bed. Yep, even the rail bed can be challenging because of the rocky terrain, but the elevation climb isn&#39;t quite so drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;ve not been to the top of Cold Mountain, I recommend it as it has many beautiful views, great camping spots, and you can pretend like you were in a Civil War era movie.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/1125501113113007959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/1125501113113007959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/1125501113113007959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/1125501113113007959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/cold-mountain.html' title='Cold Mountain'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2185/1552248311_19ab2d9550_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-2628044615522563108</id><published>2007-10-11T20:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:21:25.693-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends"/><title type='text'>This past weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/zen/1536957786/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2214/1536957786_e53b182436_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;&quot; &gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/zen/1536957786/&quot;&gt;brian and the suzuki&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/zen/&quot;&gt;zen♫♪&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past weekend zen and I took a nice ride up the Blue Ridge Parkway. We headed out around 11am ish (probably would have been earlier, but I&#39;m a late sleeper) and got back around 4pm ish. On the way up the parkway, we took it nice and easy, making several stops along the way to take pictures. zen is quite exceptional with a camera, so I took the opportunity to learn a tip or two (I&#39;ll be posting them to Flickr soon). The ride was a blast on the way back down the mountain, keeping a fairly nice pace, with lots of twists and turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a pic of me during one of our stops with my new bike, a 2006 Suzuki SV650. Her name is &quot;Suzie&quot;, and I&#39;m finally in love ;]</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/2628044615522563108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/2628044615522563108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2628044615522563108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2628044615522563108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-past-weekend.html' title='This past weekend'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2214/1536957786_e53b182436_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152022072891027036.post-2860206658052893688</id><published>2007-10-11T00:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:21:25.694-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends"/><title type='text'>Stidham&amp;#39;s heading home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/boscage/354016868/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/354016868_f410bc55c9_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/boscage/354016868/&quot;&gt;The digits?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/boscage/&quot;&gt;boscage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Talked with my buddy Stidham (pictured) and he said he&#39;s coming home for a bit. Stidham joined the US Army a few years back, right as Bush and world politics started to heat up. He&#39;s spent a tour in Iraq, and is just now getting back from a tour in Afghanistan. I&#39;m looking forward to seeing him. The picture is from our expeditions last time he was in town to visit (after he got back from Iraq). His permanent duty station is in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, ok, I got nothing. Let&#39;s see if we can keep this blog going (I usually teeter off after a short period).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/feeds/2860206658052893688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5152022072891027036/2860206658052893688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2860206658052893688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152022072891027036/posts/default/2860206658052893688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boscage.blogspot.com/2007/10/stidham-heading-home.html' title='Stidham&amp;#39;s heading home'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262736535448374197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DqvHOnoMEIxJQ8KyQVnv8VxN5QpHb5xICHPglO6XY8_vLg6VbJYP75y7NjjN8NZgpUhgSdeRqL8P7HVhoCYPgPNyta2Jbh2oeEiefSKFbc4bkAmgx0tjUzTvfQofjw/s220/boscage2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/354016868_f410bc55c9_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>