<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><?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:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827</id><updated>2009-05-15T15:38:47.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smallwalls.com</title><subtitle type='html'>speed archeology at its finest</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>752</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-6296523558354923070</id><published>2009-03-17T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:31:30.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A full year</title><content type='html'>Today marks one year at BASES for me. The time has flown by and it is hat to believe that St. Patricks Day is upon us again. Hopefully the commuting traffic this week will be as light as last year. My whole first week we made it back into the city in record time every evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to another year of learning lots and excessive optimism :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-6296523558354923070?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/6296523558354923070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=6296523558354923070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/6296523558354923070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/6296523558354923070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2009/03/full-year.html' title='A full year'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-8950883611479407387</id><published>2009-03-03T12:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:20:51.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Square root day is here</title><content type='html'>Cut some corners on your turnips because &lt;a href="http://news.cnet.com/8301-11386_3-10186121-76.html"&gt;Square root day&lt;/a&gt; is here! We only get 9 of these every century, so take the occasion to celebrate while you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-8950883611479407387?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/8950883611479407387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=8950883611479407387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/8950883611479407387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/8950883611479407387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2009/03/square-root-day-is-here.html' title='Square root day is here'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-7434029483808102546</id><published>2009-01-26T16:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:38:28.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gynandropmorphs</title><content type='html'>It's not everyday that you get to see such &lt;a href="http://www.daltonstate.edu/galeps/Gynandromorphs.htm"&gt;interesting examples of gynandromorphisms&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://minnesotabirdnerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-received-coolest-bird-photo-ive.html"&gt;Even the birds can do it too&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And interestingly, I just learned that order Lepidoptera (moths and butterflies) has an interesting sex determination system, whereby the male / female outcome is determined by the number of 'X' chromosomes present, rather than the presence of a Y chromosome. Additionally, it is the males that have 2 (or more) X's, and the females that have only 1 X. Apparently many birds and insects share this system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-7434029483808102546?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/7434029483808102546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=7434029483808102546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/7434029483808102546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/7434029483808102546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2009/01/gynandropmorphs.html' title='Gynandropmorphs'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-5247295189170201726</id><published>2008-12-25T13:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:39:01.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this book</title><content type='html'>I could have started with "steal this book" which was one of the many inspirations for Cory Doctorow's "Little Brother". However, as he offers this book for free via a creative commons license, it wouldn't really be stealing now would it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Brother is set in the near future, where the liberties and freedoms we know today, already reduced by the government's response to 9/11, are further curtailed in the face of a fresh terrorist attack. The story chronicles the fight wrought on the streets of San Francisco to regain these liberties and stop the totalitarian control of the DHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through innovative use of the ubiquitous technology of the time our protagonists chronicle their fight, their triumphs and their heartbreaking losses. A powerful tribute to the way our world could have been (and might very well end up) this novel is a must read for anyone interested in freedoms lost and found in the face of terrorism, the subculture of hackers or even just those with an insatiable desire to know or figure out how things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download a copy today or purchase the dead (but recycled) tree version at your local book store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-5247295189170201726?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/5247295189170201726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=5247295189170201726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/5247295189170201726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/5247295189170201726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/12/read-this-book.html' title='Read this book'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-5155194650260327532</id><published>2008-12-15T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:52:00.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas countdown</title><content type='html'>Growing up just a stone throw from New York meant that we often came into the city, even in the traffic-heavy month of December. One staple, for as long as I can remember, has been the countdown to Christmas, as seen underneath the Panasonic billboard on the ramp to the Lincoln tunnel. As a commuter who drives by this daily, I expected to see it up now that the cooler months have come and the holidays are just around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise then when the bus pulls around the ramp as it spirals down towarda the gaping tunnel mouths, and not seeing this classic countdown looming overhead. How will I know how many shopping days remain till the holiday is upon us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I now just pull up amazon's home page where I can see how many days left I have to get free super shipping before Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-5155194650260327532?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/5155194650260327532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=5155194650260327532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/5155194650260327532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/5155194650260327532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/12/christmas-countdown.html' title='The Christmas countdown'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-4835723444525335240</id><published>2008-12-12T17:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:51:47.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Titles</title><content type='html'>Naming things, especially personal things, has always been tough for me. Whether it was coming up with a screen name back in days of old or a personal domainname more recently, it has never been easy. I believe that this has to do with my inner perception that these names must somehow be a total embodiement of who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result I usually fall back on my name, as it is in one sense, one of the few things that can in some way sum me up. While logically I know the fallacy of this, I can't help but let it influence my thoughts and actions in these situatons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cases where my name wasn't chosen (such as smallwalls) it took a long time for me to be comfortable putting my thoughts down under this name in their totality due to my inability to let the name stand for the whole. More recently I've come to at least understand this tendency and am working on moving past these limitations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how things go as I try to expand the writing beyond the ins and outs of daily life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-4835723444525335240?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/4835723444525335240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=4835723444525335240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/4835723444525335240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/4835723444525335240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/12/titles.html' title='Titles'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-4484313103000899309</id><published>2008-11-25T17:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:04:29.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of thanks to give</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving this year will be one event after another. First up, on Thursday morning, is the third annual lunch at Alyssa's school for those in her community that might not have a full thanksgiving coming to them. After that we will hop a train up to Westchester for thanksgiving day dinner with Alyssa's cousins. Then on Friday we will be heading out to New Jersey for dinner at my mom's house with almost 40 of our closest family and friends. My job for that evening is the desserts although I was spared the hasle of transporting pies by the always useful Costco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother will likely return to the city with me on Friday and we'll spend some of Saturday together before Alyssa and I head out to Dirt Candy for her birthday dinner (it is actually on Friday). Then Sunday will be a lunch with my dad's side of the family at a tbd location. All in all a busy few days off with not too much time in there to relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-4484313103000899309?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/4484313103000899309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=4484313103000899309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/4484313103000899309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/4484313103000899309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/11/lots-of-thanks-to-give.html' title='Lots of thanks to give'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-8463084104910947356</id><published>2008-11-21T06:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:00:34.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No product placement, I swear</title><content type='html'>The iphone is amazing. What other device would let me touch type with impunity, weigh next to nothing and let me post here while sitting on the bus on he way to NJ. I highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-8463084104910947356?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/8463084104910947356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=8463084104910947356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/8463084104910947356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/8463084104910947356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/11/no-product-placement-i-swear.html' title='No product placement, I swear'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-1867123374131590745</id><published>2008-10-28T11:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:10:32.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow?</title><content type='html'>It is just after noon on October 28 and it started snowing. Been a long time since I've seen real snow in October!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-1867123374131590745?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/1867123374131590745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=1867123374131590745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/1867123374131590745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/1867123374131590745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/10/snow.html' title='Snow?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-3667423766092345563</id><published>2008-10-14T22:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:32:56.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmo's Moon</title><content type='html'>I got a ride home from work this evening, and as Meli and I were driving along Route 3, just before the Meadowlands, when a gigantic full moon came up over the horizon, peeking between the construction projects. It's been a long time since I've seen a moon like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I can remember where I saw something comparable was just at sundown, on the western coast of Australia, just a few kilometers outside of the Hutt River Province Principality. We climbed a steep dirt road, and just as we reached the peak, a blinding red light caught us by surprise. Uncertain as to the cause of this phenomenon, we eventually realized it was the sun, just as it was setting, and appearing at least five times its normal size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely an experience that you miss when you ride the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-3667423766092345563?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/3667423766092345563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=3667423766092345563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/3667423766092345563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/3667423766092345563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/10/cosmos-moon.html' title='Cosmo&apos;s Moon'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-6540388146293013008</id><published>2008-09-27T22:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:48:59.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MP3 Experiment 5</title><content type='html'>Just spent a misty day on &lt;a href="http://www.govisland.com/"&gt;Governor's Island&lt;/a&gt; for this years MP3 experiment. I got to the island a couple hours before the 3:15pm start, and enjoyed wandering through the buildings and examining the various sculptures placed strategically throughout the island. There was also a miniature golf course that was set up with some of the craziest holes ever seen in a mini golf course. The &lt;a href="http://www.4heads.org/"&gt;4 heads collective&lt;/a&gt; was running an art show there as well, with 4 floors of incredibly striking visual, audio and sensory art crammed into the twisting corridors of an old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At quarter after 3 I join approximately 1.5 bajillion others, with a blue shirt and headphones on, and pressed play. Steve, the omnipotent voice from above, joined us as he has for 5 years now, and we were led on a journey that started with stretching progressed through thumb war, umbrella spinning, human twister and tetris, and culminated in an epic battle. This battle featured everyone in blue and green shirts on one side, while those dressed in red and yellow were on the other. We inflated our balloons (swords were a definite no) and lined up for a charge that definitely would have turned a Redcoat (and actually, it did since half our opponents were in red). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes, villains and one giant furry bear died noble deaths at the hands of the balloon filled onslaught. But after the battle was done, we lay in the field as one, meditating and relaxing as Steve said his goodbyes and we were left to wander the island again, sans headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shuffled off towards the ferries, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/langenu/sets/72157607545823007/"&gt;taking pictures&lt;/a&gt;, laughing and slowly coming back to reality. Another year, another mp3 experiment completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-6540388146293013008?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/6540388146293013008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=6540388146293013008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/6540388146293013008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/6540388146293013008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/09/mp3-experiment-5.html' title='MP3 Experiment 5'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-2793976994207032101</id><published>2008-07-28T07:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:16:44.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summering in Ipswitch</title><content type='html'>Just spent a lovely weekend up at Ipswitch MA with Alyssa's cousins. Between the good food and wine and 'Ye Olde Ipswitch Days' (don't ask) and meeting lots of interesting people I couldn't have asked for a better weekend. Plus her little cousin Katie is just adorable. The only downside was how quick the weekend went (other than almost missing the last train from Boston to Ipswitch due to a very delayed bus ride from NY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-2793976994207032101?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/2793976994207032101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=2793976994207032101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/2793976994207032101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/2793976994207032101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/07/summering-in-ipswitch.html' title='Summering in Ipswitch'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-6853091561896223630</id><published>2008-05-30T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:14:05.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dingeldein House</title><content type='html'>Alyssa and I spent Memorial Day weekend enjoying all that the Pennsylvania Dutch have to offer. We stayed in a bed and breakfast called The Dingeldein House, picked solely for the name of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two days we raced women on scooters and horses and buggies up the hilly roads of Lancaster County. We also tried a variety of local foods at a food festival (although we preferred the local beers they had over the food, with the exception of Whoopie Pie). There was also plenty of shopping for quilts, candles, and other handmade goods, although we tried to restrain ourselves as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a fun weekend, and despite a few mishaps (including our innkeeper recommending we walk through a bad neighborhood and past the local jail to a restaurant a couple of miles away) we managed to make it out no worse for the wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-6853091561896223630?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/6853091561896223630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=6853091561896223630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/6853091561896223630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/6853091561896223630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/05/dingeldein-house.html' title='The Dingeldein House'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-2951924061484369480</id><published>2008-04-12T00:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:31:01.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party like it's...</title><content type='html'>On the way home from &lt;a href="http://mayiwrite.livejournal.com/323391.html"&gt;May's 90's party&lt;/a&gt;, which by the way was lots of fun with tons of great music, I got on the subway and sitting there before me was a girl who was the spitting image of Ms. Farshtey, my Latin teacher from High School, same long red hair and all. Of course if the similarities had stopped there it wouldn't be that interesting, but she was of course talking about Latin with her companion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was frustrated that so few people have read the Aeneid, and that she would be happy even if they would just read it in English. Stepping back, she wondered how so many people could miss the references to Virgil in classic literary treasures throughout the ages. Eventually their conversation shifted to less Latin-oriented topics, but it was just one of those odd throwback to the 90's kind of nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll make it to bed without any further run-ins with any of those 90's trends we all wish we could forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-2951924061484369480?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/2951924061484369480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=2951924061484369480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/2951924061484369480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/2951924061484369480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/04/party-like-its.html' title='Party like it&apos;s...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-7298407012482798713</id><published>2008-03-18T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:30:54.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two days in and miles to go</title><content type='html'>It's now the end of the second day at &lt;a href="http://www.bases.com"&gt;BASES&lt;/a&gt; and things have been going great so far. BASES is filled with wonderful people, interesting projects, and lots of other good stuff. They've got me working on a number of projects in a variety of different areas, but my pharma background has definitely been helpful for bring up to speed on these topics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the commute, it definitely isn't as fun as my old 20 minute subway ride, but it really isn't too bad on the bus from Port Authority, and there are a bunch of great people that ride it. If only it wasn't at 7:45 am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-7298407012482798713?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/7298407012482798713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=7298407012482798713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/7298407012482798713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/7298407012482798713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/03/two-days-in-and-miles-to-go.html' title='Two days in and miles to go'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-3528908506944764954</id><published>2008-03-07T22:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:07:32.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Base(s)</title><content type='html'>Just a bit of personal news - I'll be leaving my position as an analyst at Datamonitor to take a pharma consulting gig at BASES. It should be a great new place to learn about things from the other side, and I can't wait to start. Of course, I still have one more week at Datamonitor, and far too much to do in that week to finish things up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-3528908506944764954?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/3528908506944764954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=3528908506944764954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/3528908506944764954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/3528908506944764954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/03/touching-bases.html' title='Touching Base(s)'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-7732555048650983990</id><published>2008-02-15T17:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:23:18.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another four years</title><content type='html'>Four years ago today I was getting on a plane headed to the other side of the world. I knew no one, and didn't have a clue what I was getting myself into. Of course, it turned into one of the greater experiences of my life, and the people I met there will be friends for life (in fact, we have a big group conference call scheduled for tomorrow morning). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More thoughts on this may come up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-7732555048650983990?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/7732555048650983990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=7732555048650983990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/7732555048650983990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/7732555048650983990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/02/another-four-years.html' title='Another four years'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-485947278137305573</id><published>2008-02-14T22:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:54:10.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you Russell Stover</title><content type='html'>I brought a cheap heart-shaped box of chocolate into the office today (Russell Stover, with a cute kitty on the front of the package), with the intent to share it with my team. However, upon opening the box, the chocolate was slightly discolored and we weren't sure it was going to be very good. Undaunted though, we each picked one up and took a bite. Or at least we tried to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one able to actually bite through mine, as I had managed to get one of the dreaded strawberry chews. However, I fared better than Rich, who tried to take a bite only to almost chip a tooth. His piece was so hard that even with a knife he couldn't cut it open to see what was inside. Granted, it was just a plastic knife, but even still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I felt guilty for having caused such trauma and vowed to make it up to everyone with new chocolates come lunchtime. Katie and I went off to Duane Reade (a drug store) and found a wide selection of picked over cards and racks upon racks of chocolates. We eventually found a bag of chocolates, that while not valentine-oriented, were perfect for our needs. So I brought them back to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately these chocolates went over better with the crowd! Happy Valentines Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-485947278137305573?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/485947278137305573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=485947278137305573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/485947278137305573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/485947278137305573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/02/damn-you-russell-stover.html' title='Damn you Russell Stover'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-5552221028169122932</id><published>2008-02-13T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:37:23.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's boiling in here</title><content type='html'>Apparently the boiler installation was a success. Maybe too much of a success. It was a little too warm today at the office, but much preferred to the frigid days earlier this week. The day did go by pretty quickly though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-5552221028169122932?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/5552221028169122932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=5552221028169122932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/5552221028169122932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/5552221028169122932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/02/its-boiling-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s boiling in here'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-1662700084555050768</id><published>2008-02-12T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:18:38.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It just keeps getting better</title><content type='html'>As if yesterday wasn't cold enough in the office, today I got in to find out that the boiler for the entire building was broken. Apparently they were trying to get a new one in and installed by sometime in the afternoon, but we had our doubts - boilermen are in short supply on the coldest days of the year. In addition, the fire alarm decided that it should go off at least a half dozen times by about 10:30am. At that point my team decided that we could be more productive at home, and took our leave of the office. I think it was a wise decision, and it was nice to be home before the snow started falling rather than trying to get home in the thick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-1662700084555050768?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/1662700084555050768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=1662700084555050768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/1662700084555050768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/1662700084555050768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/02/it-just-keeps-getting-better.html' title='It just keeps getting better'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-5902660771273203092</id><published>2008-02-11T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:56:24.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A penny more...</title><content type='html'>Looks like &lt;a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5hjB4Dif5oP6LbcPH0zPJAIy37EugD8UOAH8O6"&gt;stamps are gonna cost 42 cents for a first class letter come May 12&lt;/a&gt;. Act now and get your forever stamps while they still only cost 41 cents! (They'll still be good and usable in the future).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, apparently postage rates increases are now tied directly to inflation, with the USPS allowed to raise the rates annually. Thus, we can expect a raise every May for the foreseeable future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work today we were musing about what would happen if someone managed to corner the market on stamps; at the very least there might be an arbitrage opportunity there somewhere, although the returns are likely far too low to be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-5902660771273203092?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/5902660771273203092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=5902660771273203092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/5902660771273203092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/5902660771273203092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/02/penny-more.html' title='A penny more...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-1088595297951973479</id><published>2008-02-11T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:08:37.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen fingers</title><content type='html'>The heat in the office is out, and its the coldest day of the year to date. We've also had a fire alarm (just a test of course) and a phone that has been ringing off the hook. My team is sitting around in their coats and hats and gloves, desperately trying to type without making too many errors, which isn't easy when your fingers are in thick gloves. It's only 9:30 - if it keeps going like this it will be one heck of a week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-1088595297951973479?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/1088595297951973479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=1088595297951973479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/1088595297951973479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/1088595297951973479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/02/frozen-fingers.html' title='Frozen fingers'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-1131377891851888848</id><published>2008-02-10T21:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:52:54.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now with more updates</title><content type='html'>For whatever reason, writing just hasn�t been on my agenda much lately. Whether it is because I am writing more for work and am thus less likely to do it recreationally on the side, or something else, I am not sure, but the end result has been a dearth of personal writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I guess it really has dropped off significantly since I got home from Australia, possibly due to the fact that the need to keep family and friends informed of my activities and whereabouts have diminished through the combination of being at home and the slightly less hectic lifestyle that comes with working a regular job and not being a student anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I�m going to be making an effort to write a little more, whether on here or somewhere else is yet to be determined but I�ll keep you all informed either way. Also, I may look at a bit of a redesign here, given as it has been quite a few years since I�ve played with it. Time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-1131377891851888848?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/1131377891851888848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=1131377891851888848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/1131377891851888848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/1131377891851888848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/02/now-with-more-updates.html' title='Now with more updates'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-3175421907096967991</id><published>2008-02-09T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:28:53.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooperate by oneself</title><content type='html'>I came across an interesting game last month and thought I'd share. The game is called &lt;a href="http://www.nekogames.jp/mt/2008/01/cursor10.html"&gt;Cursor*10&lt;/a&gt; and the goal seems simple enough - you start on level 1 and have to get up to level 16. You start with 10 lives and there is a time limit on each life (of about 30 seconds). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your character is a cursor, and nothing seems amiss when you start, the first few levels pass quickly, but you learn where things are and what they do. 30 seconds later your character dies, and you are presented with the first level again. But as it starts you notice something different - you still control your cursor, but there is a duplicate on the screen, that follows the exact path you took in the first life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you get to higher levels, you realize that there are places where you need to hold down multiple buttons at once to move on to the next level, but the only way to do that is to use echoes of your previous lives to hold them down while you advance, eventually making your way to level 16 and your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is an ingenious game, and as it says when you start, you must cooperate with yourself to figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-3175421907096967991?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/3175421907096967991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=3175421907096967991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/3175421907096967991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/3175421907096967991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/02/cooperate-by-oneself.html' title='Cooperate by oneself'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181827.post-4317467396347602857</id><published>2008-01-01T02:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:11:05.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008!</title><content type='html'>Just had a quiet new years with a few friends, some moderately decent champagne and more cheese fondue than I care to think of. Happy 2008 everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/3181827-4317467396347602857?l=www.smallwalls.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/4317467396347602857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3181827&amp;postID=4317467396347602857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/4317467396347602857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181827/posts/default/4317467396347602857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.smallwalls.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12211164026643542488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>