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Testing.  Hmmm...Let me see now...Is this thing on?</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/y3uXKcGGV5M/testing1-2-3testing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IipRNKOswvg/SmdxH301JqI/AAAAAAAABa8/ieOR3PNykto/s72-c/bigmic3.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/y3uXKcGGV5M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2009/07/testing1-2-3testing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-4211224957379947659</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T01:20:40.317-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Views Expressed Here</title><atom:summary>It was recently brought to my attention that some of the advertising on this blog has not been as understated as one might expect.  When I checked back in on the site, I only saw the Obama/Biden ad which I found humorously ironic.  But it was not the ad which my friend assured me has been prominently displayed for several days.  He said it was an ad promising introductions to (not double), (not </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/Pq9tEyfD2AM/views-expressed-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/Pq9tEyfD2AM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/09/views-expressed-here.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-3091886317258487663</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-27T10:16:16.241-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>If Obama Caesar...</title><atom:summary>Few political speeches or snippets are as memorable as the deceptively provocative words of Antony at Julius Caesar's funeral: "I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him."  But as the Democratic National Convention plows forward, one has to wonder if tonight's address by former President Bill Clinton will echo the party line or Shakespeare's.  While the animosity between the Obama and Clinton </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/gOm1HH4872g/if-obama-caesar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/gOm1HH4872g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-obama-caesar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-1867267401706412717</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 13:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T21:51:43.220-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">economics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FTGOTO</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chaos</category><title>Do you believe in magic?</title><atom:summary>Having supper with a few of my fellow dumbs and the conversation turned to the building of the pyramids.  It was a detour to our main conversation (which was really just a series of detours in itself).  The question was asked about the sort of labor used: slave, craftsmen, paid workers, mid-level project managers, or really, really outsourced labor.  I decided to get to the bottom of it by </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/nQVPw1Unm6w/do-you-believe-in-magic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IipRNKOswvg/SLHQAWjbRmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ihupRJoQcQo/s72-c/arch29b2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/nQVPw1Unm6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-believe-in-magic.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-4840904163597670166</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 03:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T16:49:26.463-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FTGOTO</category><title>The Secret of Winning is Focus</title><atom:summary>I don't know why I haven't seen this before.  I read a press release recently from which I learned that vanpan.com has secured (is anything in cyberspace, or elsewhere for that matter, ever secured?)a 22nd place result ranking for the search term "crappy Chrysler".  Actually, as evidence of my unyielding diligence, I ran the search myself.  I'm not clear whether VanPanMan's search was for the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/ebswA_m4tTA/secret-of-winning-is-focus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/ebswA_m4tTA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/secret-of-winning-is-focus.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-4908648902565624129</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T12:07:17.239-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FTGOTO</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Symbolism</category><title>You're In My Territory</title><atom:summary>A comment by Ms. Capps to the earlier post  Hey, No Pushing included a link to an article connecting car bumper stickers to road rage and territorialism.  Apparently, the admonition shown here is not intended as a joke. Because of deficiencies, which I'm sure are entirely my own, I was unable to follow the link Ms. Capps provided.  A presumably similar article is to be found here.I'm not really </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/YSnQeqttpPI/youre-in-my-territory.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IipRNKOswvg/SKRT45KHr8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/WrDxT-ozCfg/s72-c/keephonking.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/YSnQeqttpPI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-in-my-territory.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-3694408362349761438</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T09:56:22.428-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FTGOTO</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Symbolism</category><title>Hey, No Pushing!</title><atom:summary>In the Worthy of Mention column is a car I rolled up behind at a traffic light yesterday. I am fascinated by the stuff people put on the back of their cars. They are like little windows into the personalities of the owners.   So you get two messages - the text and the subtext.  Mouseover the bumper stickers below for the subtext.  I'm seldom surprised by the content, on either level, of the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/FscIBGlmVH8/hey-no-pushing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IipRNKOswvg/SKG-XsOB5aI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wTkgr86MP8g/s72-c/normal_scare_me_them.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/FscIBGlmVH8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-no-pushing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-1537121285607861912</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-08T12:33:22.341-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clutter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creativity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chaos</category><title>The VanPan Man Can</title><atom:summary>To the tune of The Candy ManWho can take a happy meal,tear it all to bits,leave it in the car so mold can grow on it?Your kids can, your kids can,They'll turn your minivan into their trash cancause that's the way they ride...Who can take a messy van,make it nice and clean,keep it so that it is always pristine?I have no idea.But I do know who can take pictures of it, post them with hilarious </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/-RPlqStD9YE/vanpan-man-can.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IipRNKOswvg/SJxyOPnqSnI/AAAAAAAAALg/S9c_2O43UpU/s72-c/CryingIndian.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/-RPlqStD9YE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/vanpan-man-can.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-8472890675423508838</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T00:01:29.582-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FTGOTO</category><title>Digging Through the Hopper</title><atom:summary>It has been brought to my attention that several comments, pithy and insightful, have been trapped in that limbo of submitted but unmoderated.  For this, I apologize.  Worse yet, some comments have been published but not responded to.  Most have centered on the desire for loons - or as an easier to please anonymous commenter wrote - Loons or Bust.  To that end, I will give you, dear reader, the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/my0mRDMNn7Q/digging-through-hopper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/my0mRDMNn7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/digging-through-hopper.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-8710096822898779986</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-15T22:46:11.918-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>For my friend who is not jaundiced</title><atom:summary>For my friend who isnot jaundiced, but sees the worldand wants to yell, "aagh".Villanelle at Sundown      Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow.The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened.Why this is, I'll never be able to tell you.Or are Americans half in love with failure?One used to say so, reading Fitzgerald, as it happened.(That Viking Portable, all water spotted and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/m6i-Goy-Oik/for-my-friend-who-is-not-jaundiced.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/m6i-Goy-Oik" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-my-friend-who-is-not-jaundiced.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-6131603122894774120</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 14:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T23:37:19.208-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Symbolism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creativity</category><title>Obama's Posse Led by Fairey</title><atom:summary>Not that there's anything wrong with that.    But Shepard Fairey, the creator of the OBEY GIANT street art campaign has produced a limited printing to  illustrate  his support for the Democratic nominee.  It is the antithesis of his original artistic mission via the Andre the Giant has a Posse stickers and posters which Fairey described as an experiment in  phenomenology.  Seeing the black and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/lbABpvoW0bQ/obama-posse-led-by-fairey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IipRNKOswvg/SHqpRSP-PQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BHKPUdL94fI/s72-c/obama.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/lbABpvoW0bQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/obama-posse-led-by-fairey.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-6704410495513529846</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T23:37:19.218-05:00</atom:updated><title>What does Andre the Giant Have?</title><atom:summary /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/6KfMrdRYK74/what-does-andre-giant-have_11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IipRNKOswvg/SHggh60R6DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zWPx_SkTwhs/s72-c/andre_the_giant_has_a_.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/6KfMrdRYK74" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-does-andre-giant-have_11.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-7379097580907329977</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T23:37:19.334-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Symbolism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creativity</category><title>OBEY</title><atom:summary /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/pk3CmCC1IX0/obey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IipRNKOswvg/SHLddbOYNnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Vkj8vTgvLeA/s72-c/obey.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/pk3CmCC1IX0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/obey.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-8160418346015138459</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-11T23:29:29.636-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FTGOTO</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creativity</category><title>For the Good of the Order (FTGOTO)</title><atom:summary>With two traffic driven server crashes and the time involved in reading and appropriately responding to your comments, a couple of months have slipped by without a posting.  But now, dear reader (this is an expression - not just an accurate numerical count of this blog's audience), you can breathe. That sounds like something that Cecil Adams would say - except for the self deprecating (which </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/5gG8uWxhhFk/for-good-of-order-ftgoto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/5gG8uWxhhFk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-good-of-order-ftgoto.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-7961049963045996867</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 04:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T23:37:19.513-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haiku</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creativity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>For Service, Press Here</title><atom:summary>I am frequently astounded by my capacity for inaction.  If I had a dime for every good idea/ invention/story/ song/drawing/ etc that ever came into my mind and never received fuller realization, I'd have a lot of dimes.  Of course, this is why all creative endeavors benefit from a measure of discipline.  In fact, the very act of being creative is fostered by disciplined opportunities for creation</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/QaB-f6Gsu7Q/for-service-press-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IipRNKOswvg/R_cIpQ7zc5I/AAAAAAAAABY/3kAFMOX6cqU/s72-c/Thurber.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/QaB-f6Gsu7Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-service-press-here.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-5781092159038863721</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 13:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T23:37:20.040-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Symbolism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>The Loon's Cry</title><atom:summary>A friend mentioned to me his interest in Wordsworth.  He suggested I read Intimations of Immortality.  As I read through the poem, my mind immediately jumped forward in time to Howard Nemerov's poem, "The Loon's Cry".  There are similar images and themes - that common objects have seemed suffused with internal light and meaning - and that it has been lost.  Wordsworth, of course, finds a hopeful </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/ZohgPJQQ5GY/loons-cry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IipRNKOswvg/R_PLeA7zc3I/AAAAAAAAABI/TwF6UTShTJk/s72-c/loony.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/ZohgPJQQ5GY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/04/loons-cry.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-3115680389937221783</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-13T10:07:12.889-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">economics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chaos</category><title>The Distance From Macro to Me &amp; You</title><atom:summary>I'm not sure yet how this idea evolves.  But I am increasingly suspicious of the relevance of macro information to me as an individual.  The media report daily on the minutia of financial indications and reports which might shed light on the overarching question of whether the U.S. economy is in a recession.   Through it all, I wonder...so what?  If I am told that the last two quarters of </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/fxyfA3qQCHA/distance-from-macro-to-me-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/fxyfA3qQCHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2008/03/distance-from-macro-to-me-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142044791351190654.post-6864090049396661680</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-31T23:28:39.578-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Clutter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gadgets</category><title>Counting the Psychic Cost of Crap</title><atom:summary>I'd love to know whether anyone has ever come up with a Psychic Cost of Crap Calculator. The PCCC, which should be small enough to carry with you and perhaps have a built in scanner, could provide you with real time calculations of the value of stuff. It would be like a pocket sized version of those Check Price scanners in Kmart or Target. The difference ... it would be honest. The PCCC would be </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~3/q1JgK9oQ77M/counting-psychic-cost-of-crap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (G Boyd)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TubalcainsWorkshop/~4/q1JgK9oQ77M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://tubalcainsworkshop.blogspot.com/2007/07/counting-psychic-cost-of-crap.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

