<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Sep 2024 03:29:28 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>A Road Less Travelled...</title><description>Whoever said it was a small world, never tried to see it all.</description><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-4964587312703054209</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2013 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-27T13:18:11.950-07:00</atom:updated><title>Still Here!</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m still alive :)</atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2013/04/still-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-2896187053992325726</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 00:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T18:16:25.628-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lion Tamers</title><atom:summary type="text">vancouver, canadaFor someone who misses travelling abroad as much as I do, I have to count myself lucky that I live where I do. Even when I&#39;ve been home for as long as I have, I can still find some pretty spectacular places to get away for a while. This past weekend, Ian and I decided to climb to the top of &quot;The Lions&quot;, a quintessential Vancouver landmark. 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While not nearly as exotic as some of the other places I&#39;ve been, it&#39;s a pretty good comprimise when you find yourself in a career that precludes extended trips to far-flug places. Fishing, ATV&#39;ing (is that a word?), swiming, campfires, steaks on the fire, and plenty of 1845.</atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2008/08/travels-closer-to-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6JdWI4LAtM1QMYvsX2TtiIOPQ8vfSzp779TdgOKr-CcoLGfB_t2P-9BFHVthmBYZwYN-vnU5pLlQrkKx2B8A7EPeCvWDWEO5708dgC7BvW1b5bYpZooYAxpZoy8UwTgQljpR9A/s72-c/P6280059.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-6887365410744243567</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-02T11:13:51.492-07:00</atom:updated><title>Finally, a useful and worthwhile application for modern technology</title><atom:summary type="text">chain lake, canadaI recently took a few days of vacation time after a &quot;use it or lose it&quot; email from our HR department. I spent a few days in the sunshine, relaxing at the lake. When I wasn&#39;t fishing, I started to play around on my laptop and before long had put together this video collage of one of the most important experiences of my life.I posted it here:</atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-useful-and-worthwhile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxc-l0Rb2mGwDq-I0HClSyYOz1_oWPhrsGeZ5xsPip0FatLT7xivyiEKbbVkjKyxXv-dycx83WG1NMAgGDFi6q2FDqVBvl8yzdTYqb7S_fdHAYxEdHVQWPV_z4YAXnVHdGDOKUoQ/s72-c/P6180039.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-6881356893679223304</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 07:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-11T00:24:42.453-07:00</atom:updated><title>I like to get poked</title><atom:summary type="text">vancouver, canadaCan someone explain to me what exactly a Poke is? Are we talking something like a wink? Or is it more substantial than that? Can you poke your friends? Is it sexual in nature? As in... &quot;I wish Nate&#39;s mom had a facebook profile so I could give her a poke&quot;? Or is it like a pat-on-the-back. If I poke a guy is that gay? If you poke your girlfriend&#39;s friend are you cheating on her? If</atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-like-to-get-poked.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqzCt-ww9kVAMUhJber72QckiVBkhBHBnPbf8Tg9iX4bTPuoM4Ccpa3xLuu6QeCFL83r4q4a34vJ_nLc7ROjMOCQ1yIJtzXBb4CJWwrIyUgI7wqrP9B8LXqm8pfue5jhwk4MsWA/s72-c/Poke" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-8301898192141895021</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T15:25:37.992-07:00</atom:updated><title>The road is calling</title><atom:summary type="text">vancouver, canadaI&#39;m thinking about travelling again. It&#39;s been over three years now since I returned home from Johannesburg (as soon as I wrote that I had to stop for a second to do the math in my head because it seems impossible that it could have been that long ago).Let me clarify, I never actually stop thinking about travelling, I&#39;ve just pushed practical thoughts of planning a trip to the </atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2008/06/road-is-calling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWDtsiym0GOJ08OGktHqYQnWcXRV0LsibPAnWGJ1mqJ3HBW8Aj8EMYnsP9kwbMbAVCLxMz-IdYnS6QruTLNQr0suNPvtZ9gC_Fa5vURcfiK_GNvEzvu2EGKIsAC1X-3htYD3BXZQ/s72-c/LasVegasSign.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-116717897234542608</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T12:58:55.668-07:00</atom:updated><title>Losing Touch</title><atom:summary type="text">vancouver, canadaOne of the consequences of extensive traveling is the creation of amazing friendships with amazing people and unfortunately the remorse that comes with doing a poor job of keeping in touch. I always have the best intentions of writing, calling, and messaging those people that have been such an important part of my life but somehow day-to-day responsibilities always seem to get in</atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2006/12/losing-touch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-109722561723541420</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2004 08:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T12:58:34.711-07:00</atom:updated><title>Reach out and touch someone???</title><atom:summary type="text">cape town, south africaIf you want to see a South African cry… take away her mobile phone. These people are seriously obsessed. This country lives and dies by SMS. 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For real. You go to a club and they&#39;re bouncing around like Shakira having an epileptic fit, smaking their butts, all the while looking over their shoulders to make sure the booty is &quot;doing its thang&quot;. 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No such luck. The game was only televised on ESPN 2 and of course, they only get regular ESPN here! At least I’ll be home for the World Juniors. Hmmm… what else is new. Spent a week </atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2004/09/ya-mampela.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3LBmqcYQ-NVnkh7Uq7iZSMeZjaQjSxlWIM9MXuokO3-20jnqqkoPBeB50gDWypF_D3wnkrXxEIoKoSJu6N7DCHqCK6D4KiHuGEuOqO82cHgFhmC7bX7j2sDLWyxxyjLsjhIVsfQ/s72-c/IMG_3660.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-109336341915852452</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2004 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T12:56:31.049-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Higher Education</title><atom:summary type="text">cape town, south africaWhat I&#39;ve learned living with 3 women... Boys are stupid... unless the&#39;re paying lots and lots of attention to you. 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I get picked up at 3 on Tuesdays, with about 10 other volunteers, and we go to one of the settlements and visit a home for kids with severe mental and physical disabilities. It’s hard to describe what its like but it’s already one of the most amazing experiences of my life. I spend a couple of hours </atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2004/07/just-call-me-hottie</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRfvAhMBZdVZw4OL61mKIHrEff3l8w8PKya1wl0CQhdZv0qAvAFEweyOF2uyV6Gr46frpFi_68FwRAU-8oiJmKg_tcBkaX-RcH2I7Ktuh13tAXsUIEp1594ySgQ6nMZuq930fdg/s72-c/IMG_1458.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-109032045363759286</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2004 10:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T12:55:35.537-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dude!</title><atom:summary type="text">cape town, south africaRight... so after a few too many drinks and some coaxing from the girls, Nick and I decided that it would be a good idea to bleach our hair. After picking up the stuff from Clicks, we got ourselves good and psyched up and started mixing the chemicals. 30 minutes later, Nick&#39;s hair is looking slightly more blonde than it did before and me... 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My first week here on the Cape has been great but there’s been so much to do and so much to organize before school starts on Monday that I’ve had no time to relax. My courses are all registered now and I’ll be taking politics, history, and even some introductory Swahili. 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It&#39;s supposed to be like 100 degrees here all year isn&#39;t it? Turns out Wintertime in the Cape is a lot like April in Vancouver. I only have a couple of minutes before this Internet connection expires so I&#39;ll tell my amazing Canada Day story</atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-do-you-mean-its-raining</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ttnMjTfGxp-UhMvhnzw0iGxiNoR8IC29Kee4GSr9wRk2Kdx8LJ0xmioJZSCG9QQfQIF9k2YxY4k3joVeHP5wTyTsRnRhrtmr8lv_SH8WSduT-cbvpkd0bvFxmd-v1JawZ4L_sA/s72-c/IMG_0977.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-108794114454670078</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2004 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T12:52:27.227-07:00</atom:updated><title>PARTY NOTICE</title><atom:summary type="text">vancouver, canadaPissing it up one more time... Boone County Country Cabaret in Coquitlam! This Saturday, June 26. Everyone is invited, I&#39;ll probably get there around 10. Last big Booner night... maybe forever. End of an era. 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For those of you that don&#39;t know, I&#39;m moving to Cape Town South Africa on Wednesday to go to school at UCT for a semester before taking 6 weeks and traveling around Southern Africa.Now that</atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2004/06/here-we-go</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8reO-m_yqU8mdxkbmCNZS2HUHnEGbcfqPzU57w-CsHZC01SvuYYvasphu3nX6JxY7cec1bdTf8NXfyWHsePJ49xrrUVpBY6SPd2oukbQO3BBsEft-5UaAw_tR4iBjBVrbIUb8Fg/s72-c/IMG_0561.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6000615.post-107950492620557894</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2004 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T12:51:21.373-07:00</atom:updated><title>Clean slate...</title><atom:summary type="text">vancouver, canadaAlright, lets try this again. One day I&#39;ll set this thing up just the way I like it. Hopefully before June 30th when I take off to Cape Town for 6 months. For now I&#39;ll stay buried in term papers and report cards during the day, and at night, wishing I was back here:</atom:summary><link>http://richworkman.blogspot.com/2004/03/clean-slate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rich)</author></item></channel></rss>