<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 23:05:54 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Tony2Twin</title><description>A journey of words from my view...</description><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-2954707923831304289</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-15T16:05:54.252-07:00</atom:updated><title>some have air and some don't</title><atom:summary>One of my offers was to chaparone a college tour in the southeast US of A. At first, I was somewhat reluctant to say "yes" because it would be another job on top of work. But so far so good. I will try and blog my adventures. All expenses are paid. 

Today, we left the city around 8am and travelled to USM, the university I attended my first three years out of high school. I forgot many of the </atom:summary><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-have-air-and-some-dont.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-6933120871812633679</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T08:36:42.073-07:00</atom:updated><title>my bro</title><atom:summary>Being a twin is fun. Differences make us stronger. I never was the fisherman type. I was in charge of the net and would often fall asleep in the boat. My clone, on the other hand, sees fishing as a sport, competitive and leisure. No oil will stop him from catching. He gave the amberjack to some other guys on this trip, but the tuna--that was his "baby". Thanks, Charlie, for being you!</atom:summary><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-bro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZhNn1YgGaE/S-wb2XmuBpI/AAAAAAAAACg/N3FcKpjnYFE/s72-c/charlietuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-1859758781385088997</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-13T08:27:26.875-07:00</atom:updated><title>i love my friends</title><atom:summary>A friend of mine, who just had a baby, made this comment in a conversation about drinking and breastfeeding:
I did sip on a daiquiri the other day, but just a few sips :-). Since she's on the boob, I want to wait until she's at least a month old and until after I've checked with her doctor to see how I should go about drinking and pumping and stuff before I actually do it. I miss y'all so much! </atom:summary><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-my-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-3665799737520123533</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-06T08:48:15.576-07:00</atom:updated><title>take your time on this exam</title><atom:summary>

They sit quietly, intense and anxious to get out. To go far far away. Will they be homing pigeons, a house parrot or an eagle? Why so worrisome? Why the anxiety? For what? All along they’ve been waiting to fly, wanting to pass not only my course but validations during every part of flight. Some say they are lazy and apathetic. Not possible. As I unlock my classroom, Josephine asks me to give </atom:summary><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-your-time-on-this-exam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZhNn1YgGaE/S-LjROZmtuI/AAAAAAAAACY/qH-oT-Yoxic/s72-c/Seagull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-659712200919848311</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-07T09:46:13.930-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cluster</title><atom:summary>After a mile and a half I thought my life was about to end
A cold beer was a motivation that just wasn't enough to satisfy my exhaustion
Humidity was oozing out of my face and back
When would this end -- this cluster?
40 days of training would secure an easy run
But NO -- the sweat kept pouring out.
Baby steps I kept telling myself
Mae had to keep going and the rest of my squad was about twenty </atom:summary><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/2010/04/cluster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-5198161023281587349</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-01T06:24:42.148-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary>We are essentially defined by how we live in liminality. Yes, defining moments of joy and loss help others see who we are or how we enjoy bliss or stay slumped in sorrow. It's the in between, the liminal, that is more difficult because we have time to premeditate before we respond to life. Sudden or defining moments ask for reaction. We lie in the washer and dryer of life waiting for life to pick</atom:summary><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-essentially-defined-by-how-we.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-2370657701709526973</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T16:30:26.078-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Love Dah French Quawtahs</title><atom:summary>After running and writing in the quawtahI sweat so much I feel shawtahThan an empty cow uttahI got splashed in the eye with sewer watahI wish I could fix some of the streets with my mortahBut instead I’m gonna eat fish with tautahAnd before  that I will have a stiff drink they call HardahWith all of these good and spirits I’m surprised I’m not the local fartahSomebody get me some watahI made the </atom:summary><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-dah-french-quawtahs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZhNn1YgGaE/SlTH8Cof_JI/AAAAAAAAACA/PBAlnUyjNQI/s72-c/diane-millsap-french-quarter-images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-1156759130566927248</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T10:34:06.449-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bolner</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Christmas</category><title>Good Stock</title><atom:summary>I am from iron skillet, box macaroni and hamburger helperI am from three to a room and twinning togethernessI am from oak tree, the kind that makes caterpillars.I am from a welcoming mat and smiley faces,From Dan’s Butcher ShopMuarin’s Wine Cellar and Mudbugs.I am from the overwhelming ones and the loud onesFrom the “You won’t feel it when you get married” and the “You’re too young to be tired” </atom:summary><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-stock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aZhNn1YgGaE/Skzl2LzDuOI/AAAAAAAAABY/6RufSITia5s/s72-c/Photo+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-365152842467078273</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-01T09:22:28.245-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bleeding Words Held Secret No More</title><atom:summary>Painting done by friend Denise Hopkins (dhopart.com), who entitled her piece "Word Made Flesh"Blood everywherePain, misery and bliss bleedNo permission, forced, no regretsI’ve worked out while carryingI’m strong enough to hold my childHigh in the skySurprised by the genderSterility absentI’m now with the rest of creationLike an ivory buffalo horn ripping and defendingBleeding new birth; hoping </atom:summary><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/2009/06/bleeding-words-held-secret-no-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aZhNn1YgGaE/SkkK2clG98I/AAAAAAAAABQ/XcwwEV4s_QI/s72-c/WordMadeFlesh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-5746811927222182537</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-24T12:51:47.385-07:00</atom:updated><title>That Ain't Natural: Mangina</title><atom:summary>“Hey, ya wanna see my mangina?” demanded Hunter.He shouldn’t have asked for permission. I wanted to close my eyes and not open them until he told me that it wasn’t there anymore. Like when I was younger and my mom demanded that I cover my eyes during a nude scene.Two seconds went by and there it was—a man and his gina. He turned around and bent over and there was his man—red and uncomfortable. </atom:summary><link>http://tony2twin.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-aint-natural-mangina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (CoExist)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6930671763825099066.post-7698076831675814856</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-23T12:55:42.730-07:00</atom:updated><title>On Writing to You, for Myself</title><atom:summary>I really don’t know what to write. 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