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src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ifxICcLKqOo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/V6-m6dTl-Sc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</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/rcmstudios/IpTn" /><feedburner:info uri="rcmstudios/iptn" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQFQX8zfyp7ImA9WhRUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318434769962885634.post-832493268430903404</id><published>2012-01-21T11:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T12:18:30.187-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T12:18:30.187-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="technology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apple" /><title>The Tablet (iPad) Stylus: A review of three options</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.rcmstudios.net/feeds/832493268430903404/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318434769962885634&amp;postID=832493268430903404" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318434769962885634/posts/default/832493268430903404?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318434769962885634/posts/default/832493268430903404?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rcmstudios/IpTn/~3/sq_k9j2PGpg/tablet-ipad-stylus-review-of-three.html" title="The Tablet (iPad) Stylus: A review of three options" /><author><name>Robert Murray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ifxICcLKqOo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/V6-m6dTl-Sc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">     Steve Jobs was famously anti-stylus. The whole point, if you will, of the iPhone was that the stylus was superfluous to the experience. And on the iPhone, which I use to set down the initial words of this essay, exceeds that goal. But there's iPad. The younger, bigger brother to the game changing smartphone uses the same iOS UI, and is fully functional, no sticks required to make the thing 
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Dear Domino's,

     When you rolled out your new and improved pizza last year, the Mrs. and I decided to give it a try.  We love it, especially your thin crust. The sauce is delicious, the cheese flavorful, the veggies look like vegetables on the pizza and not processed vegetable cubes that went through some manaiacal auto-dicer, and the crust is crispy and delicious.  It's almost perfect; and 
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unbidden, wandering, tumbling messenger.
Are you a harbinger or a trickster, lonely visitor?
As I watch you skitter and flit on the breeze I note
                                     you lack snow's purpose.

You lack snow's purpose as you dance from Heaven to earth
sent from those,
                         those hexiform souls on high,
that crystalline 
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WZUJBC3HWWT9 


So noted.
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The alternative might very well be true.

     I've never been a car guy; I like to drive, and I like to go fast, but beyond the basics that every man needs to know (tire changing, what a carburetor looks like, the proper way to make sure the other guy know you're flipping him the bird) I never got too much into cars.  But I can change my own light bulbs.

     My driver's side tail-light -- 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DcgPQgdZKO1YWDrPsax1mQ0q380/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DcgPQgdZKO1YWDrPsax1mQ0q380/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rcmstudios/IpTn/~4/mA6S5yK-Iis" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rcmstudios.net/2011/12/wherein-im-not-sure-if-im-clever-about.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAER3o4eyp7ImA9WhRTEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6318434769962885634.post-4212770666827472749</id><published>2011-10-31T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:35:06.433-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T20:35:06.433-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Starbucks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coffee" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="McDonald's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advice" /><title>Wherein I offer McDonald's some free advice</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.rcmstudios.net/feeds/4212770666827472749/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6318434769962885634&amp;postID=4212770666827472749" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318434769962885634/posts/default/4212770666827472749?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6318434769962885634/posts/default/4212770666827472749?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rcmstudios/IpTn/~3/JtpQhcsa0MA/wherein-i-offer-mcdonalds-some-free.html" title="Wherein I offer McDonald's some free advice" /><author><name>Robert Murray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ifxICcLKqOo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/V6-m6dTl-Sc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">There are many things to consider when running a business, and everyone knows that McDonalds has a corporate secret sauce that rivals the creamy goodness on a big Mac. Unfortunately it doesn't always trickle down to their front line store staff.
There is one store in Hagerstown that has consistently failed to get right my coffee order since they began offering their mcCafe espresso-based drinks. 
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I was visited by the Angel of Death this morning,
I almost ran him over in the rain.
He was crossing the street, I was turning left into the gas station.
As I stopped to refuel he approached me;

You have a tail light out, he said.
I know, I need to get that fixed, I promised.

Then he said something I think was about the weather I didn't, I couldn't understand,
and that he drives a truck.

I'm 
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Yoshi!

How long 
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Note: I wrote this in the Summer of 2011, awaiting the release of the newest iPhone model that will succeed, but never replace, my iPhone 3Gs and well before Steve Jobs left us.

     As a young child I argued with my Commodore acolyte friend that Apples were superior to his beloved brand, even though I had my own Commodore at home.  Decades passed, and eventually I acquired a second-hand iPod.
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It is Autumn and the year grows weary;
even the Sun wakes later.
He rises robed in luminescent clouds,
braced against the chill morning air.

Likewise Mother Earth feels it in her bones
as she settles back and draws her resplendent cloak about her:
Gold, brown, orange, crimson
Soon she'll pull on her white winter blanket,
a little better for slumber.

Yet first she turns her leaves and 
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It was the end of September, when October's first blush can be seen if you're looking for it when I realized that all crockery exists in a state of not-yet-broken.


We were Fall cleaning when the apple-red doumbeck was knocked loose, bounced off my head as if I was a rhythmic Sir Isaac, shattering on impact with the floor.

The year was 1997 when I bought the drum.
I was young, poor and dressed
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     On this my 35th birthday and the start of my vacation I offer you, dear reader, a glimpse into my mind. You've ben warned.

     After just over a year (since I began my awesome job down in DC) I recently ended my hiatus from the morning crossword puzzle, finding it to be a fun way to get the brain working before I hit the office every morning.
    
     This morning, as it is with many, I 
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     I searched through a timeline of my tweets for "haiku".  I found the below works, collected here for your possibly second installment of enjoyment.

     Some observations:


Apparently my mind is desperate for escape while commuting, because these were all composed during and half are explicitly about travel.
I am unable to remember the proper number of on per line for haiku.  I believe 
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     My kingdom for a horse of veracity. 



     The elected leaders of the free countries of this earth are empowered not only by the laws they uphold and create, but also by the faith of those who have sent them to do these things. The faith that a person elected will come together with the other elected representatives of the people to wisely consider all sides of an issue before laws are 
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     Normally I'm writing about something, and then I put those words on this site for you to read.  This time I will put together a few words to comment on the site itself.  It's not something I do often, but a re-working such as this deserves the aforementioned few words of mention.



     The previous site design was reaching for and yet completely missing the point of 
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     It was like that first 
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They are 
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     If I were Oprah, eBooks would be my new favorite thing. For a list of their virtues, look anywhere on the Internet; you'll find such a list several times over. Promise. These are why eBooks are my favorite thing, and as a voracious reader, I consume them the way my dog consumes food: as often and in as large a quantity as I am able. As much as I love them, I've identified two problems with 
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     As much as it is possible to love a large chain store that homogenizes tastes across our vast nation, I have loved Borders. The store combined the best of variegated selection with the feel of a local one off bookstore. Not only for me, but for my marriage, Borders has been a favorite place for the Mrs. and I to go when we want to get out of the house.  Maybe we find a nice new book, maybe 
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It's been just over a year that I've been riding the Metro, or as I affectionately hashtag it seemingly daily "#WMATA" (Washington Metro Area Transit Authority).  In that year I've been on trains holding in tunnels, hot cars, mildewy cars, and more cars that smell of human waste than I care to recount.  I've skipped stations, missed stops, and had problems with my SmarTrip card.
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