<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?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-2695714840331318239</id><updated>2009-10-13T16:15:46.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catalysis</title><subtitle type='html'>in the context of electrochemistry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-4400663374350849551</id><published>2009-07-19T10:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:14:46.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Politik-</title><content type='html'>http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/07/17/john.king.political.analysis/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article on Sonia Sotomayor, Supreme Court nominee, has left me thinking, "What the fuck, Mr. President?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed aloud after reading how fearlessly she marched into a Harlem business to arrest Fendi counterfeiters. Somehow, counterfeit designers do not conjure threatening images in my mind. But, for those of you who are frightened by such a thing, never fear. Sotomayor has the situation under control.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got to the story about the "high point" of her career, I was nearly in tears. Without hearing all of the evidence in the case, the lifelong Yankees fan ruled in favor of the Yankees. Doesn't that seem biased, Your Honor?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when the Republicans described Sotomayor as, "Someone who has embraced racial preference and set-asides," I can't exactly come to her defense. If she will cut a case short for the sake of her team, are there other, more pressing corners that she's willing to cut?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how will she react when faced with cases that threaten the integrity of our country, rather than the integrity of Fendi and the Yankees? To say the least, she's in for a whole new ball game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-4400663374350849551?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/4400663374350849551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=4400663374350849551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/4400663374350849551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/4400663374350849551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/07/politik.html' title='Politik-'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-423426264756774903</id><published>2009-07-13T03:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:41:02.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because when you fall through windows</title><content type='html'>into someone else's story, you've no other choice but to be, be, be. &lt;br /&gt;(And watch it all fall to pieces at your feet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's trite. But I can't always be wrong. My brain won't slow down, so I can't get to sleep, but it's more than that. Because when you're eighteen, it's always more than that. Right? Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time this old house creaks, I lose a little bit of sanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more I'd like to say. But I'm an insomaniac. So I won't say a word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-423426264756774903?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/423426264756774903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=423426264756774903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/423426264756774903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/423426264756774903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-when-you-fall-through-windows.html' title='Because when you fall through windows'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-8855352512466201002</id><published>2009-06-17T00:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:23:30.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Era tan diferente cuando estabas tu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHedMvfFV0Y/SLzEN00w_xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YPbIyzP-3rQ/s400/Y+tu+mama+tambien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHedMvfFV0Y/SLzEN00w_xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YPbIyzP-3rQ/s400/Y+tu+mama+tambien.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiero que me quieras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-8855352512466201002?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/8855352512466201002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=8855352512466201002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/8855352512466201002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/8855352512466201002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/06/era-tan-diferente-cuando-estabas-tu.html' title='Era tan diferente cuando estabas tu.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHedMvfFV0Y/SLzEN00w_xI/AAAAAAAAAVk/YPbIyzP-3rQ/s72-c/Y+tu+mama+tambien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-3252455802712812456</id><published>2009-05-11T22:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:20:49.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, you'll be on my mind-</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;-'til I kiss you next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have 3.5 days of high school left.&lt;br /&gt;2. I spent so long trying not to be "that girl." But it's all so tangible. I can't.&lt;br /&gt;3. Six down, forty-four to go.&lt;br /&gt;4. "I have been standing all my life in the &lt;br /&gt;direct path of a battery of signals &lt;br /&gt;the most accurately transmitted most &lt;br /&gt;untranslatable language in the universe &lt;br /&gt;I am a galactic cloud so deep      so invo- &lt;br /&gt;luted that a light wave could take 15 &lt;br /&gt;years to travel through me       And has &lt;br /&gt;taken      I am an instrument in the shape &lt;br /&gt;of a woman trying to translate pulsations &lt;br /&gt;into images    for the relief of the body &lt;br /&gt;and the reconstruction of the mind." (Adrienne Rich)&lt;br /&gt;5. Wanda Sykes made a good point.&lt;br /&gt;6. ILHEI4VR&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-3252455802712812456?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/3252455802712812456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=3252455802712812456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/3252455802712812456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/3252455802712812456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-youll-be-on-my-mind.html' title='Baby, you&apos;ll be on my mind-'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-2285642628210273039</id><published>2009-04-12T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:00:42.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the name of the best within us</title><content type='html'>My life in review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "But, you see, the measure of the hell you're able to endure is the measure of your love." Francisco d'Anconia&lt;br /&gt;9. "But I'm scared I'll get scared." Jesse Lacey, taken out of context&lt;br /&gt;8. "The way things separate and grow together/ Never ceases to amaze me." Hannah Irvin, from "Feeling Red."&lt;br /&gt;7. "I'm not that kind of girl." Beyonce Knowles, also taken out of context.&lt;br /&gt;6. "Well, you're my favorite bird, and when you sing I really do wish that you'd wear my ring." Jesse Lacey, TOC, can you guess what's playing as I'm writing this?&lt;br /&gt;5. "You can be someone who educates yourself, or you can believe that being negative is clever and being cynical is fashionable. You have a choice." Hillary Rodham Clinton&lt;br /&gt;4."I think the reason I am important is that I know everything." Gertrude Stein&lt;br /&gt;3. "Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't." Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;2. "I'm five. I can do anything." Cooper Spence&lt;br /&gt;1. "But so long as I choose to go on living, I cannot desert a battle which I think is mine to fight." Dagny Taggart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-2285642628210273039?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/2285642628210273039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=2285642628210273039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/2285642628210273039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/2285642628210273039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-name-of-best-within-us.html' title='In the name of the best within us'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-7387541516315424687</id><published>2009-04-05T04:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:10:41.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily deranged</title><content type='html'>I have dreams in which I am dismembering myself. It's neither graphic nor a means of self-destruction. I just sit on the floor and unscrew my fingers, or unhinge my elbow, or take my shoulder out of its socket. I am so concentrated and methodic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's safe to infer that this dream is somehow related to my AP exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-7387541516315424687?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/7387541516315424687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=7387541516315424687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/7387541516315424687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/7387541516315424687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/04/happily-deranged.html' title='Happily deranged'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-8513141956753572442</id><published>2009-03-25T23:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:48:48.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple gifts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, my birthday is less than three months away, so I thought I'd go ahead and make a list of what I want. I provided links to make it easier. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://dvice.com/archives/2008/07/daliesque_melti.php"&gt;http://dvice.com/archives/2008/07/daliesque_melti.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haberxpack.com/"&gt;http://www.haberxpack.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantalaine.com/"&gt;http://www.pantalaine.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-8513141956753572442?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/8513141956753572442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=8513141956753572442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/8513141956753572442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/8513141956753572442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-gifts.html' title='Simple gifts?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-7597853494290959611</id><published>2009-03-11T23:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:37:13.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HRC for eternal dictator of a socialist USA.</title><content type='html'>Dear Obama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, don't try to front; I know just, just what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-7597853494290959611?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/7597853494290959611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=7597853494290959611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/7597853494290959611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/7597853494290959611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/03/hrc-for-eternal-dictator-of-socialist.html' title='HRC for eternal dictator of a socialist USA.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-2585050722994206460</id><published>2009-03-09T00:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:35:03.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack up; don't stray.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DngGt-t7Rfg/SbSqBLDx1RI/AAAAAAAAABE/3XjFEthX6Ws/s1600-h/US_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DngGt-t7Rfg/SbSqBLDx1RI/AAAAAAAAABE/3XjFEthX6Ws/s320/US_map.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311056797701887250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-2585050722994206460?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/2585050722994206460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=2585050722994206460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/2585050722994206460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/2585050722994206460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/03/pack-up-dont-stray.html' title='Pack up; don&apos;t stray.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DngGt-t7Rfg/SbSqBLDx1RI/AAAAAAAAABE/3XjFEthX6Ws/s72-c/US_map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-4085474665532077137</id><published>2009-03-04T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:34:17.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know, it's not my place</title><content type='html'>to hold her down. But, it's hard for me to take a stand when I would take her any way I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-4085474665532077137?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/4085474665532077137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=4085474665532077137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/4085474665532077137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/4085474665532077137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-its-not-my-place.html' title='You know, it&apos;s not my place'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-7954920758577858421</id><published>2009-02-25T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:26:10.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Love Lullaby</title><content type='html'>I got a love so big, can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;I got a love so lucky, I could never take for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a sweet darling, ah with a good heart&lt;br /&gt;Such a sweet darling, ah with a brave mind&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got the world in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Go running with it&lt;br /&gt;Bring 'em your joy, bring 'em your brilliance,&lt;br /&gt;Though they don’t deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a love like a lullaby It can sing me to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;I got a love so righteous, so righteous and innocent&lt;br /&gt;I got a love like a joy ride&lt;br /&gt;And the stereo, just might carry you home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-7954920758577858421?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/7954920758577858421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=7954920758577858421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/7954920758577858421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-7518192734023781196</id><published>2009-02-18T22:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:59:34.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure by design:</title><content type='html'>http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/02/17/bristol.palin.interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how Gov'nuh Palin is not asked to sit down. She barged in uninvited, kind of like back in August when she became part of every conversation I had. Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all you pregnant teenagers, make the most of it. And, try to be abstinent from now on, thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Bristol, from the looks Mama Grizzly was giving you during that interview, it appears you were in for a whippin' when you got home. Hope you're okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-7518192734023781196?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/7518192734023781196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=7518192734023781196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/7518192734023781196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/7518192734023781196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/02/failure-by-design.html' title='Failure by design:'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-3570335537387496445</id><published>2009-02-16T20:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:28:17.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm tangled up in you.</title><content type='html'>The countdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My children will never be made to feel unloved or unaccepted, at least as far as I can help it.&lt;br /&gt;9. "George Washington was a dirty liar."&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm going to chain myself to the state capitol building until someone holds a new constitutional convention.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pearls are classy.&lt;br /&gt;6. I've started listening to terribly sappy love songs. And smiling. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;5. My life finally started up again.&lt;br /&gt;4. "I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind." I mean, really.&lt;br /&gt;3. I get to see my favorite uncle on Saturday. Last time I talked to him, he told me that he would give me away at my wedding if my own father wouldn't "step up and be a man." I teared up a little.&lt;br /&gt;2. I think I'm starting to believe in fate. Or maybe it's my attempt at optimism.&lt;br /&gt;1. She's got a good hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to understand exile, I mean true exile, read Kundera. If you want to understand loneliness, read Rand. If you don't want to understand at all, read Vonnegut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-3570335537387496445?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/3570335537387496445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=3570335537387496445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/3570335537387496445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/3570335537387496445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-im-tangled-up-in-you.html' title='And I&apos;m tangled up in you.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-9174418632443637450</id><published>2009-02-09T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:15:39.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But did you feel the spark when I touched your hand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-9174418632443637450?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/9174418632443637450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=9174418632443637450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/9174418632443637450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/9174418632443637450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-did-you-feel-spark-when-i-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-4096121452201505738</id><published>2009-02-08T21:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:21:02.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(You remind me of) home.</title><content type='html'>I can't help feeling like we're tearing this city apart before we move onto the next one (together). This weekend was absolutely gorgeous, so is the girl I spent it with. I feel like I'm falling, all the time. I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; falling, all the time. I don't mind it though. I've kissed her good night every night for over a week. That, I believe, makes me the luckiest girl on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I were enough to keep her happy? And what if she wanted that, (me)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to be someone you know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-4096121452201505738?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/4096121452201505738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=4096121452201505738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/4096121452201505738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/4096121452201505738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-remind-me-of-home.html' title='(You remind me of) home.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-7465007912184457231</id><published>2009-02-02T22:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:33:42.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comatose but audible</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Under the Vulture-Tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all seen them circling pastures, &lt;br /&gt;have looked up from the mouth of a barn, a pine clearing, &lt;br /&gt;the fences of our own backyards, and have stood &lt;br /&gt;amazed by the one slow wing beat, the endless dihedral drift. &lt;br /&gt;But I had never seen so many so close, hundreds, &lt;br /&gt;every limb of the dead oak feathered black, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I cut the engine, let the river grab the jon boat &lt;br /&gt;and pull it toward the tree. &lt;br /&gt;The black leaves shined, the pink fruit blossomed &lt;br /&gt;red, ugly as a human heart. &lt;br /&gt;Then, as I passed under their dream, I saw for the first time &lt;br /&gt;its soft countenance, the raw fleshy jowls &lt;br /&gt;wrinkled and generous, like the faces of the very old &lt;br /&gt;who have grown to empathize with everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I drifted away from them, slow, on the pull of the river, &lt;br /&gt;reluctant, looking back at their roost, &lt;br /&gt;calling them what I'd never called them, what they are, &lt;br /&gt;those dwarfed transfiguring angels, &lt;br /&gt;who flock to the side of the poisoned fox, the mud turtle &lt;br /&gt;crushed on the shoulder of the road, &lt;br /&gt;who pray over the leaf-graves of the anonymous lost, &lt;br /&gt;with mercy enough to consume us all and give us wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David Bottoms, in all of his glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-7465007912184457231?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/7465007912184457231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=7465007912184457231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/7465007912184457231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/7465007912184457231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-keep-your-blood-in-your-head.html' title='Comatose but audible'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-6994553745308043457</id><published>2009-02-01T21:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:27:20.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep singing that ol' refrain:</title><content type='html'>if you love something, give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me I'm not being naive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-6994553745308043457?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/6994553745308043457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=6994553745308043457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/6994553745308043457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/6994553745308043457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-keep-singing-that-ol-refrain.html' title='I keep singing that ol&apos; refrain:'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-6241103075870235170</id><published>2009-01-31T23:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:51:15.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a lion.</title><content type='html'>Anyway, spring is coming to slowly. There are birds to be watched, caverns to be toured, etc. All the while, my research paper hangs like a damn noose just above my head. (Graham Greene, be not proud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear T.S. Eliot, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Also, have you seen Hannah's coffee stirrer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-6241103075870235170?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/6241103075870235170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=6241103075870235170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/6241103075870235170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/6241103075870235170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-lion.html' title='I am a lion.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-5084279926402970182</id><published>2009-01-29T12:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:04:28.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it is.</title><content type='html'>After awhile, the thought of kissing her leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, like stale cigarettes and gin. And you hate the way her body feels and looks and is. So when you say you miss her, are you lying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death be not proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-5084279926402970182?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/5084279926402970182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=5084279926402970182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/5084279926402970182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/5084279926402970182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-it-is.html' title='And so it is.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-4220701283467266445</id><published>2009-01-24T17:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:23:29.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be standing right here in the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hey, baby, I don't wanna be your superman. I just wanna be your man, and I'll be super, baby.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shake their shoulders and say, "It's okay, it's okay." But what if I do? And is it better if I don't? It's nice to feel certain about something, at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend the rest of my nights on the floor if it meant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-4220701283467266445?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/4220701283467266445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=4220701283467266445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/4220701283467266445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/4220701283467266445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-be-standing-right-here-in-rain.html' title='I&apos;ll be standing right here in the rain.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-748980658789658824</id><published>2009-01-19T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:54:08.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It don't seem real.</title><content type='html'>Or maybe I'm too idealistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-748980658789658824?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/748980658789658824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=748980658789658824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/748980658789658824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/748980658789658824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-dont-seem-real.html' title='It don&apos;t seem real.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-8464829737948825416</id><published>2009-01-19T22:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:34:04.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider this a letter that I never sent.</title><content type='html'>I bleed like you. I cry like you. I will die like you. I want what you want. I love like you. I'm more scared than you are. I feel so small when I walk through the halls. And I'd do everything differently if I had the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me brave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I love Hannah Irvin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-8464829737948825416?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/8464829737948825416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=8464829737948825416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/8464829737948825416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/8464829737948825416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/01/consider-this-letter-that-i-never-sent.html' title='Consider this a letter that I never sent.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-4933812608349037344</id><published>2009-01-08T19:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:25:54.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An' another thing:</title><content type='html'>"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself - nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance." Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ignore the fact that I just dropped the most widely alluded to quote in US history. And forget that in context, it refers to a nation at war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood that fully until today. I can &lt;em&gt;identify&lt;/em&gt; with it. Let me explain. We're okay. You and I are more than okay. But we're scared, so we push each other away. So, you don't have to worry about my leaving (because I won't, ever). Just don't get too scared, please. Please, please, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On and on from the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep, I'll be there by your side. Just you try and stop me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, that wonderful woman, Governor Sarah Palin (who will henceforth be known as Gran'ma Palin), is angry at Tina Fey. Whatever, Gran'ma. You loved the publicity. That's why you're pitching a fit now, it's an attempt to stay in the media. Look, in six years, you'll get your senate seat. Wait until 2020 to run for president. Ain't no thang.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Americans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are do 54% of you still support this woman? Do you not know idiocy when you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-4933812608349037344?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/4933812608349037344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=4933812608349037344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/4933812608349037344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/4933812608349037344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-thing.html' title='An&apos; another thing:'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695714840331318239.post-3250598774916040845</id><published>2008-11-24T23:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:45:56.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate Brand New.</title><content type='html'>A new blog for a new brand of sanity. You understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I have this theory. If we legalized drinking, but outlawed classic literature, we'd have a bunch of sober teenagers who were well-versed in Dickens, Austen, the Bronte sisters, and Hemingway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of brilliance doesn't come easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2695714840331318239-3250598774916040845?l=watermark240.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/feeds/3250598774916040845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2695714840331318239&amp;postID=3250598774916040845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/3250598774916040845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2695714840331318239/posts/default/3250598774916040845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watermark240.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-blog-for-new-brand-of-sanity.html' title='Appreciate Brand New.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10880666622026901347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04296015976422897259'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>