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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" 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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155161147981325082</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2012 03:53:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>cowboys_on_mars</category><category>rwg</category><title>"RWG Aqui"</title><description>Steve Barr's notes during his collaborative writing and editing of the story of a generation approaching the end of the street and around the bend.</description><link>http://rwgaqui.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Stephen G. Barr)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/rwgAqui" /><feedburner:info uri="rwgaqui" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155161147981325082.post-5913982214105711225</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-18T20:30:02.731-07:00</atom:updated><title>So I met this guy in a parked motorhome…</title><description>&lt;a href="http://stevebarr.amplify.com/2010/09/06/so-i-met-this-guy-in-a-parked-motorhome/"&gt;So I met this guy in a parked motorhome…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rwgAqui/~4/Rx4lCz4dHpU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rwgAqui/~3/Rx4lCz4dHpU/so-i-met-this-guy-in-parked-motorhome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stephen G. Barr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rwgaqui.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-i-met-this-guy-in-parked-motorhome.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155161147981325082.post-7458391332516500107</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-03T20:05:26.954-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rwg</category><title>RWG No Aqui</title><description>RWG has passed.....&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rwgAqui/~4/8Ven2ZP6o2s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rwgAqui/~3/8Ven2ZP6o2s/rwg-no-aqui.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stephen G. Barr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rwgaqui.blogspot.com/2010/06/rwg-no-aqui.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155161147981325082.post-8809539770326303875</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T11:18:59.382-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rwg</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cowboys_on_mars</category><title>Cowboys on Mars? A Space Opery by Robert W. Gately</title><description>&lt;div class="style3" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style4" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Welcome           to our Web Cabaret.&lt;br /&gt;
If friend, we greet you heart &amp;amp; hand.&lt;br /&gt;
If stranger, such no longer be.&lt;br /&gt;
If foe, our love shall conquer thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style4" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cowboys               on Mars? A Space Opery&lt;/b&gt; has been a long labor of love and               distraction. Imagining how our children's progeny will pioneer               a way-up-west planet               and establish humankind's first extraterrestrial outpost in space               has consumed countless hours of bliss and gratification. Many souls               present               and past have contributed their talent, time and hearts to seeing               the work to its ultimate manifestation of our generations aspirations               to               peacefully and purposely explore and inhabit our sister planet,               Mars.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style6" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mars 2169             will be a BoomStar, beckoning adventurers to come and face the difficult             reality of opening new territories for exploration and exploitation.             The every-man, woman and child of these difficult days will work             in harmony or die trying to live in an unforgiving atmosphere. This             aint easy Earth folks, and we aint Martians, yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style6" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style6" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No soldiers             are needed in this peaceful planetary environment. War and weapons             were left on earth. Here all conflicts and concerns are addressed             with harmonious communication through thoughtful resolution by kind             words, moving music and expressive dance. Although the Crystal Pueblo             and the BuckyDome is rocking and wobbling, our pioneers are bucking             it out with guts, grit and rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style6" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="style6" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome             aboard… Hope you enjoy the journey and it suits your fantasy of the             near future and moves you lend a hand in seeing Cowboys on Mars?             someday soon, Live &amp;amp; In-Person on a moon lit Arizona sky-stage… Yaw…             Who…!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why knot?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cowboysonmars.com/"&gt;Cowboys on Mars? A Space Opery by Robert W. Gately&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34NQ7eZFhjM/Sy_JznzThgI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/stOsLBSXWuo/s1600-h/SPLASH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34NQ7eZFhjM/Sy_JznzThgI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/stOsLBSXWuo/s400/SPLASH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rwgAqui/~4/f25_wHggx8k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rwgAqui/~3/f25_wHggx8k/cowboys-on-mars-space-opery-by-robert-w.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stephen G. Barr)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34NQ7eZFhjM/Sy_JznzThgI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/stOsLBSXWuo/s72-c/SPLASH.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rwgaqui.blogspot.com/2009/12/cowboys-on-mars-space-opery-by-robert-w.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155161147981325082.post-7702494669824706481</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 00:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T17:36:09.899-07:00</atom:updated><title>Quote from pg 109 of Manuscript</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"That bus got us busted in San Berdoo for the "FUCK COMMUNISM" bumper stickers we had scored in Haight Asbury splayed across the rear. The motor cop that stopped us said he agreed with what it said, but that we could no cruise around this town with the four letter word attached. We assured the officer that we would indeed paint over the offending word in the morning. In the morning, stoned, the kids painted out "COMMUNISM" leaving the "FUCK" to startle the other motorists on the I-10 back to Phoenix."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rwgAqui/~4/5Jhrs5_kfew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rwgAqui/~3/5Jhrs5_kfew/quote-from-pg-109-of-manuscript.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stephen G. Barr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rwgaqui.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-from-pg-109-of-manuscript.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155161147981325082.post-1690087287179562521</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T10:22:56.569-07:00</atom:updated><title>Quote from pg 72 of Manuscript</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"We found and old second floor ballroom for rent at 220 Broadway, named it "The Electric Light Sho" and moved into the third floor apartment with a kitchen and bathroom where we cooked many a pasta dinner for artists and musicians who came to be passing through. Word got out that we welcomed bands to come and use the place as free rehearsal space and soon we had a band a day playing to the walls. We were open three nights a week for paying customers, a buck fifty a head and soon were making enough&amp;nbsp; money to pay the $800 a month rent and buy enough pasta to keep us all fed. Across the street there was a five story high moving and storage place with white walls and we would set up the projectors in our windows and do our light show for the delight of the passerbys on Broadway."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rwgAqui/~4/KPMSJzaqY-c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rwgAqui/~3/KPMSJzaqY-c/quote-from-pg-72-of-manuscript.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stephen G. Barr)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://rwgaqui.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-from-pg-72-of-manuscript.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155161147981325082.post-2286099707456490989</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T14:07:54.966-07:00</atom:updated><title>So I met this guy in a parked motorhome...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...and we sat and talked a bit. He told me that he's "coming off a twenty year hiatus and working on a manuscript of his memoirs". As he sat behind his desk which was the built-in dinette in his '68 motorcoach which was parked in the side yard of a ramshacked house "just around the bend at the end" of a neighborhood street on the eastern edge of the downtown "hood" of Phoenix. The wooden gate to the yard had a small white paper sign that simply said "RWG Aqui".&lt;br /&gt;
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