<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234</id><updated>2011-06-03T12:24:34.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blacklist Carnival</title><subtitle type='html'>not one bit of drivel amongst the everlasting drivels of canonized drivel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-116249344607419400</id><published>2006-11-02T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:50:46.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The littlest of ideasoften correspondto the largest of troubles.haven't posted in some time...other vehicles...am writing a book now...rereading a few greats to prepare me...am utterly alone here...perhaps this is to be expected...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/116249344607419400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/116249344607419400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2006/11/littlest-of-ideas-often-correspond-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-111258153282102749</id><published>2005-04-03T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:25:32.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At any point where one so subscribes to a collectionof theories, resulting in the adoption close toreligiosity. . .one has proven their unreadinessfor any truth presentedby the now-doctrine ideas.wandering downtown...one performance followed by a reflection of past times inherent in the present for others...waiting for the breakout...waiting to be able to write the ONE thing...feel halfway there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/111258153282102749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/111258153282102749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2005/04/at-any-point-where-one-so-subscribes.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-110730854692668088</id><published>2005-02-01T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:42:26.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone should awakeextremely gratefulthat their reality hasn'tshifted. . .too much.the amount of time one spends  doing the same bloody thing, while complaining little--should be an indication of how we are actually robotic.  Organic hardware, and a mind that we can't locate as of yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/110730854692668088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/110730854692668088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2005/02/everyone-should-awake-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108819485923803550</id><published>2004-06-25T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T16:21:42.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:Until recently, scientists fromthe distant planet believed thatnuclear bomb testing on Earthwas actually a form of art.  The matter was turned over to the Artist's Guild.  Extremelyimpressed, the Guild fundedthe launching of observation dronesto get closer images and readingsof the explosive spectacle.  When data returned from Earth'sorbit, the Guild was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108819485923803550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108819485923803550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/06/news-from-distant-planet-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108481051173611562</id><published>2004-05-17T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T12:15:11.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:On the distant planet,weeds that do not chokeother vegetation are considered 'rogue flowers',in that they are generally too moody to flower.Earth's equivalent of the dandelion is considered to beamong the first of the rogues to switch sides.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108481051173611562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108481051173611562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/news-from-distant-planet-on-distant_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108468851921730711</id><published>2004-05-16T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T02:21:59.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:A tour was given me, the celestial anthropologist, resultingin the retrieval of the distant planet's ontology.  "In the beginning God was the wind, caressing the land and the people.  When God's wrath would be incurred, the land was made violate by hurricane and windstorm.  To be closer to the winds, the people settled near bodies of torrential water, hoping to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108468851921730711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108468851921730711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/news-from-distant-planet-tour-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108465928495662951</id><published>2004-05-15T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T18:14:44.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:The mating process among those on the distant planet is largely governed by the female of the species. Males are obligated to comfort and serve the whims of the females who are in their menstrual cycle.  The male which best eases the associated difficulties are chosenfor the role of life-partner.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108465928495662951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108465928495662951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/news-from-distant-planet-mating.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108465866568542436</id><published>2004-05-15T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T18:04:25.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:Historians on the distant planet have uneartheda tome regarding the burial rituals of the previousinhabitants.  When one would die, the head would be removed and placed in an airtight jar.  The jar would then be weighted and taken far out on the ocean.The encased head would be dropped and left behind. It had been believed that the sea and air composed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108465866568542436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108465866568542436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/news-from-distant-planet-historians-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108422166359681802</id><published>2004-05-10T16:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T16:41:03.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:The origin of those from the distant planetis told as such:  a man encountered a crashedspacecraft some 15 000 years ago.  The pilotof the craft stepped out wobbly and fell to the ground.  The man ran to his side.  The pilot toldhim that he was an advanced scout for a civilization10 00 years away that intended to invade.  He claimedto be the offspring 10 000 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108422166359681802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108422166359681802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/news-from-distant-planet-origin-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108405545937380071</id><published>2004-05-08T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T18:35:29.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:On the distant planet there is the oddoccurrence of encounters with U.F.O.To ensure secrecy of the matter, authoritieshave allowed those who had the encountersto be in on all the information from other encounters.When people are brought into the process, theydo not feel as if their stories have to be publicized.All people really want is to be a part of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108405545937380071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108405545937380071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/news-from-distant-planet-on-distant.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108387483227880926</id><published>2004-05-06T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T16:24:59.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day #7 no longer in the face of extinction....the phone call came in...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108387483227880926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108387483227880926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/day-7-no-longer-in-face-of-extinction.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108378556240861297</id><published>2004-05-05T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T15:37:07.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day #6 in the face of extinction...in my experience couples that take a 'break' either talk to each other within a week, or actually break up...it has now been six days...what shall i infer?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108378556240861297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108378556240861297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/day-6-in-face-of-extinction.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108371087762581876</id><published>2004-05-04T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T18:51:47.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day #5 in the face of extinction...keep waking unsure of anything...loneliness is present however...emailed the person i ran into yesterday...perhaps we'll meet...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108371087762581876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108371087762581876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/day-5-in-face-of-extinction.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108363114253285500</id><published>2004-05-03T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T17:59:59.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day #4 in the face of extinction...miserable..been thinking about my emotional lock-boxage, when i ran into an old acquaintance who perfectly symbolized this for me...as we talked over coffee, it became clear how she perceived me...in largely dark terms...had a minor anxiety attack on the way home...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108363114253285500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108363114253285500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/day-4-in-face-of-extinction.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108352189820774332</id><published>2004-05-02T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T14:22:39.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day #3 in the face of extinction...thinking about day #2....was lonely and failure-feeling amongst family from afar...going nowhere...when i gave them the rundown of my future i didn't believe myself...routine answers...watched as their speculative gazes penetrated my subterfuge..have to hurry before i start losing important friends...have to deny the hermitesque dao i have tended to...i am a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108352189820774332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108352189820774332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/05/day-3-in-face-of-extinction.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108336077179540703</id><published>2004-04-30T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T17:37:10.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day #1 in the face of extinction...called around today...apologizing for being a hermit...the first step involves admittance of guilt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108336077179540703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108336077179540703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/day-1-in-face-of-extinction.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108318060123699512</id><published>2004-04-28T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T15:34:17.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Death for child-slayers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108318060123699512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108318060123699512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/death-for-child-slayers.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108318028568033156</id><published>2004-04-28T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T15:29:01.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To wake each morningis an exampleof suicide.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108318028568033156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108318028568033156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/to-wake-each-morning-is-example-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108318017536918637</id><published>2004-04-28T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T15:27:11.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A dictator in an orchardunderstanding nothing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108318017536918637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108318017536918637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/dictator-in-orchard-understanding.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108318004833143403</id><published>2004-04-28T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T15:25:04.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new apartment...been awhile...listening to massive attack/underworld....kick ass...my room is a fucking freakshow of paint...gotta start over...again...steve's in mexico...a lot of work to be done...what's with the Leafs...goddamed Philedelphia....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108318004833143403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108318004833143403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/new-apartment.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108268266536303750</id><published>2004-04-22T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T21:15:13.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To achieve totality,one must gaze intothe dark areasof their psyche.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108268266536303750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108268266536303750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/to-achieve-totality-one-must-gaze-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108266371556577586</id><published>2004-04-22T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:59:22.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Das Reich Der Zwei(Nation of Two)Part 2:The reason one only remembersthe negative aspects of a relationshiponce it has passed is due primarilyto the rubble of the abandoned 'thirdessence'.  When one sees the rubble, immediately search for the source ofits destruction--the negative aspects.repair paint job...has to work...if not...out the window...game one for Leafs/Flyers...goddamned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108266371556577586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108266371556577586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/das-reich-der-zwei-nation-of-two-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108262302647929001</id><published>2004-04-22T04:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T04:41:13.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The root of problemstend to go back furtherthan we would like to look.the Leafs did it...and i will age further...on to the second round...painted the new apartment...a fucking disaster...60 bucks in paint in vain..back to square zero...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108262302647929001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108262302647929001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/root-of-problems-tend-to-go-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108218851928390442</id><published>2004-04-17T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T03:59:36.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry,so sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218851928390442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218851928390442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-sorry-so-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108218753545508709</id><published>2004-04-17T03:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T03:42:55.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you are judgmental,then you are damned.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218753545508709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218753545508709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/if-you-are-judgmental-then-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108218746717612993</id><published>2004-04-17T03:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T03:41:47.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry folks...but i couldn'thelp beinga sucker...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218746717612993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218746717612993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/sorry-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108218731726315354</id><published>2004-04-17T03:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T03:39:41.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love you all,simply because you are not me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218731726315354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218731726315354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-love-you-all-simply-because-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108218719639906637</id><published>2004-04-17T03:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T03:37:16.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm no moreand no lessthan every one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218719639906637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218719639906637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-no-more-and-no-less-than-every-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108218677572373382</id><published>2004-04-17T03:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T03:30:41.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a prisoner of everyattempt at free will.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218677572373382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218677572373382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-prisoner-of-every-attempt-at-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108218648844795019</id><published>2004-04-17T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T03:25:28.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone is a complete fucking sucker....just watch and see....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218648844795019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218648844795019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/everyone-is-complete-fucking-sucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108218547827147430</id><published>2004-04-17T03:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T03:08:38.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just because one is vaguelyinebriated, doesn't meanone is entirely susceptibleto change.the Leafs won....God bless 'em....if not...i would be drowning in sorrows for months to come...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218547827147430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108218547827147430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/just-because-one-is-vaguely-inebriated.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108215032731236204</id><published>2004-04-16T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T17:23:03.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Voting isn't the end all be allof democratic institutions.i started watching hockey some years ago to counter depression...i'm not a big sports guy in general...i have fallen in love with the Toronto Maple Leafs...the problem has arisen however that i get terribly upset when they get knocked out of the playoffs...last year they were out in round one...it took me at least a month to recover...</summary><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108214921637341763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108214921637341763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/things-go-down-and-no-one-will-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108214326380240058</id><published>2004-04-16T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T15:25:03.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The freshest formsof genuine avantgarde art will beincreasingly disturbing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108214326380240058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108214326380240058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/freshest-forms-of-genuine-avant-garde.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108214267535247571</id><published>2004-04-16T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T15:15:14.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is erroneously naturalto assume that any alien race will embody traitsthat we either aspireto or are in terror of.Leafs must win tonight...if not...fuck...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108214267535247571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108214267535247571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/it-is-erroneously-natural-to-assume.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108206117651615284</id><published>2004-04-15T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:36:54.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first American government, a cabinet under Washington,was selected on lines accordingto ability.  Very little wasaccomplished due to majorschisms.  Upon retirement,Washington warned of the dangers of partisanship.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108206117651615284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108206117651615284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/first-american-government-cabinet.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108206089308509442</id><published>2004-04-15T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:32:10.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:On the distant planet there are no elected leaders.  A computersystems selects political and indeedall varieties of leadership based uponaptitude scanning.  The brightestare the heads in all fields.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108206089308509442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108206089308509442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/news-from-distant-planet-on-distant.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108206073762797937</id><published>2004-04-15T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T16:29:35.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Statistics will never provewhat is good for humanity.Leafs lost...things look a little grim...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108206073762797937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108206073762797937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/statistics-will-never-prove-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108189473152322613</id><published>2004-04-13T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T18:23:15.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Certainty is Foolery.Embrace paranoia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108189473152322613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108189473152322613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/certainty-is-foolery.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108189430678273780</id><published>2004-04-13T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T18:15:51.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no singularity....There is no duality.....There can only be multiplicity....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108189430678273780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108189430678273780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/there-is-no-singularity.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108189420739211278</id><published>2004-04-13T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T18:14:02.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>War is as much a relic of societal barbarismas dueling was for the individual.will Iraq sink the administration?????        </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108189420739211278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108189420739211278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/war-is-as-much-relic-of-societal.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108187102987118735</id><published>2004-04-13T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T11:47:44.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The larger the game,the more desperate the outcome.the Toronto Maple Leafs look like they are going to ride their goalie to the big game...</summary><link rel='edit' 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Earth.The ramifications of this are huge, certainlysetting back the possibility of contactfor at least an Aeon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108145870315626629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108145870315626629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/news-from-distant-planet-in-major.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108145342190128448</id><published>2004-04-08T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T15:50:13.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The largest fault of the lefthas been to allow themselvesto be classified in generic terms.The largest fault of the righthas been to exist period.smokin' day in the political world...Rice survives 9/11 commission...barely...Ben-Veniste, Kerrey, and Roemer nearly ate her...but she is a smart character...it seems that the culpability will be found in the intelligence community...the Bush </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108145342190128448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108145342190128448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/largest-fault-of-left-has-been-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108134219325831152</id><published>2004-04-07T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T10:04:48.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Those who resist a given systemmust be made aware of the factthat they are a necessary productof the system they battle against.26 soon...getting old...i feel more like 52...of a wizened mind...not literally...actually that doesn't make any sense....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108134219325831152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108134219325831152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/those-who-resist-given-system-must-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108134043353839821</id><published>2004-04-07T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T08:24:20.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humour is the ultimateend of enlightenment.Condoleeza Rice to testify tomorrow...one gets the sense that the administration hangs upon her ability to smooth things out...The guys and i have found a place a bit south of where we are now...we picked numbers out of a hat to figure who gets what room...i had first choice...i am eternally lucky...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108134043353839821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108134043353839821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/humour-is-ultimate-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108094562165040288</id><published>2004-04-02T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T17:44:01.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is certainly very little to suggest that there isonly one or two.can't get A Mighty Wind out of my head...Eugene Levy is a genius...so too is Catherine O'Hara..."Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours." -Hermann Hesse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108094562165040288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108094562165040288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/there-is-certainly-very-little-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108091606519204967</id><published>2004-04-02T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T09:31:24.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are always thinkingin terms of a dichotomy.It should be entirely obviousthat everything can be madeinto nebulous super-clusters.tyme fer thuh olde playoff-bearden...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108091606519204967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108091606519204967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/we-are-always-thinking-in-terms-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108087120277284579</id><published>2004-04-01T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:03:42.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are none in hellthat are pure evil.looked at an apartment today...rainy and miserable...nothing to be done...can only hope for brighter days/daze...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108087120277284579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108087120277284579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/there-are-none-in-hell-that-are-pure.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108082156774455489</id><published>2004-04-01T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T07:16:26.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evil is anythingthat must be embracedjust to stay alive.Steppenwolf...i don't know how Hesse did it, but i am he...never have i encounter such a concise explanation of myself...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108082156774455489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108082156774455489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/04/evil-is-anything-that-must-be-embraced.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108077040902916161</id><published>2004-03-31T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:03:46.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:On the distant planet studentsare divided according to theirtemperament.  In order to facilitate positive learningenvironments, students that are aggressive are placed with othersthat have similar aggressive levels.If a student is found to have evengreater levels of aggression, theyare placed in an environment with other exceedingly aggressive students.Thus</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108077040902916161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108077040902916161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/news-from-distant-planet-on-distant.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108068773158816389</id><published>2004-03-30T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T18:05:48.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiku #6Pond with an industrious beaver,soft pine needles carpet the forest floorleading to the termite mounds punctuating the distance.the search for an apartment continues...want to be closer to the downtown core...but still within anonymity's fringes...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108068773158816389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108068773158816389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/haiku-6-pond-with-industrious-beaver.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108068290745388838</id><published>2004-03-30T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:45:33.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If an entity in your dreamswere to realize that  they are a production of your subconsciouswould they despair?turns out we aren't getting yesterday's apartment....got to keep searching...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108068290745388838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108068290745388838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/if-entity-in-your-dreams-were-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108060255414055598</id><published>2004-03-29T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T18:26:09.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One should always remember that a lie cannot be so separatedfrom the truth that itbecomes completely detached.found an apartment today...we talked to a cabbie who told us the area was pretty decent...just as we were deliberating, this short, red-faced man asked us through his lower teeth for a "ten"...if we look like dealers, then the neighborhood can't be that bad.</summary><link rel='edit' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108049590513858429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108049590513858429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/why-is-it-that-you-feel-that-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108049582192308821</id><published>2004-03-28T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T12:47:14.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently guns prove that laws are correct.Eek!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108049582192308821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108049582192308821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/apparently-guns-prove-that-laws-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108049527989802403</id><published>2004-03-28T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T12:38:12.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the self there is always black and white;for the other there can only be grey.band practice today...no sleep thus i'll be sure to wreck out...big xes for me...at some point i'm going to be in desperate need for regular shut-eye...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108049527989802403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108049527989802403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/for-self-there-is-always-black-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108036191788404467</id><published>2004-03-26T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:37:37.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three days before Jesus' execution,someone from the 20th century wentback in time in a fit of guilt-riddenreligious ecstasy.  They brought with them an M-14 semi-automatic rifleand proceeded to teach Peter how touse it.  At first Peter was confused, butthe time traveler was able to convince himof what was to happen.  When Jesus wasbrought before the High Priest Caiaphas andthe Sanhedrin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108036191788404467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108036191788404467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/three-days-before-jesus-execution.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108034117850171279</id><published>2004-03-26T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T17:49:48.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dying immediately is preferableto getting shot in the stomachand having lots of time to realizethat yes, you are dying, and forthe first time truly investigate death.i'm a masochist...going to see The Passion again...to the slaughter i go...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108034117850171279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108034117850171279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/dying-immediately-is-preferable-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108025300470739411</id><published>2004-03-25T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T17:33:26.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theoretical Problem #2You are extremely close with a high-profile drug dealer,though you don't know how high-profile.  You have known him since childhood.  He has never done anything out of malice.  You are awoken by a phone call just after 3 in the morning.  It is your friend.  You can barely make out what he is saying.  You quickly get dressed and drive out to his place.  The door is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108025300470739411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108025300470739411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/theoretical-problem-2-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108025077260703299</id><published>2004-03-25T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T16:43:01.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humanity is one big game of telephone tag.i keep getting phone calls..15 so far...from some dude who i can't understand telling me to bring the girl i brought last week somewhere down the street...this is some elaborate joke...but i'm playing along...i used every voice i know...including Clint Eastwood...i think i'll freak out next time and see what happens...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108025077260703299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108025077260703299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/humanity-is-one-big-game-of-telephone.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108024615530739164</id><published>2004-03-25T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T15:26:04.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are all organic robots infused with some essencethat we have labeled consciousness.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108024615530739164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108024615530739164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/we-are-all-organic-robots-infused-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108024579692243181</id><published>2004-03-25T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T15:20:06.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Between the stark contrast of black and white reality, there is a thin line called the 'grey area.'  Humans excel at taking this line and expanding it intoimpossible complexity, essentially renderingany solution an unattainable spectre.sitting around trying to figure out whether or not to paint the apartment...so far no good...we apparently found a place...but i'll leave it up to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108024579692243181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108024579692243181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/between-stark-contrast-of-black-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108008729396222599</id><published>2004-03-23T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T19:18:20.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dick has next to no influence on my personality.Only rarely does my dick interrupt my thoughts.thus i am ubermensch....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108008729396222599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108008729396222599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-dick-has-next-to-no-influence-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-108008674955419512</id><published>2004-03-23T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T19:09:16.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:The Tri-Planetary committee has selected the distant planet to provide ethical monitor forthe species capture and study mission.  Ithad been discovered that planets such as Earthhave developed a deep psychic fear of theTri-Planetary astronauts.  The distantplanet will monitor the project to ensurethat the captured subjects will be treatedgently and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108008674955419512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/108008674955419512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/news-from-distant-planet-tri-planetary.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107993236107894159</id><published>2004-03-22T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T00:16:05.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiku #5Tepid-watered pondlined with stripped-bark Birch treesshrug-shirking the rudiments of winter.back at the farm today...birthday party for roommate's mother...held in my hands a music from long passed days/daze....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107993236107894159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107993236107894159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/haiku-5-tepid-watered-pond-lined-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107984374698611257</id><published>2004-03-20T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T23:39:09.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theoretical Problem #1Your best friend's girlfriend has broken upwith him and he is beside himself.  He's been staying at your apartment and has barely moved.You get a strange phone call at work from herwhere she says that she needs to speak withyou.  You tell her you'll call her back.  You tellyour best friend, who figures that she is tryingto communicate with him through you.  You call</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107984374698611257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107984374698611257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/theoretical-problem-1-your-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107974772811571596</id><published>2004-03-19T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T20:58:48.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>America is where ancient godsretire in their anonymity.phone call day/daze...gonna see some people...mustn't get drunk...it'll be a long way home...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107974772811571596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107974772811571596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/america-is-where-ancient-gods-retire.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107966659795252416</id><published>2004-03-18T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:26:37.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If all will collapse into one,then what will that collapse into?"zen koan...paradox...need to start editing something soon...too much wine...leaf win....over tough competition...lack of subject matter=sign off...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107966659795252416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107966659795252416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/if-all-will-collapse-into-one-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107964832037917456</id><published>2004-03-18T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T17:22:00.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>True Story of an Ingenious Hoax:In the 1930s Troy Hugh, a successful artist,became disenchanted with the elitism ofhigh society.  He was asked to produce a painting for a charity auction.  When he heard that no one "common" would be grantedentry, he worked on some pieces and displayed them around the exterior of the patron's mansion.  They were all painted signs thatread "picnic parties</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107964832037917456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107964832037917456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/true-story-of-ingenious-hoax-in-1930s.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107964133420763427</id><published>2004-03-18T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T15:25:33.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiku #4Copse by the rail bridgea lethargic stream sluicing bySpring yawns as it shoves Winter.little to report...learned next to nothing yesterday...a blip in my life i won't recall five years hence...just part of the theme...time for some inspiration...Henry Miller always seems to do the trick in these moments...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107964133420763427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107964133420763427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/haiku-4-copse-by-rail-bridge-lethargic.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107958115120020787</id><published>2004-03-17T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T22:42:29.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:On the distant planet peoples' brains areable to alter mind-sets instantaneously.When an individual realizes that theyhave some sort of character flaw, theyare able to alter their demeanours immediately.  On Earth when one realizes they are controlling, they have to undergoa process of change.  On the distant planetthis process is actualized in a moment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107958115120020787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107958115120020787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/news-from-distant-planet-on-distant_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107939296930690389</id><published>2004-03-15T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T18:26:04.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiku #3A lonesome Evergreen,flanked by empty Poplars across a honeyed filed,stirs in its windy tallness.new meds...how exciting...284 bucks worth...need coverage...trineuralmyalgia...no brain cancer...darn pleased...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107939296930690389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107939296930690389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/haiku-3-lonesome-evergreen-flanked-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107938005942849976</id><published>2004-03-15T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T14:50:54.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiku #2winter-fallowed field;a boxer charging across memoriesof Hungarian Kommondor tramplings.a gentle exercise today...brushed the farm out of our ailing canine...preparing her for the vet...won three ping-pong games to collect six bucks off a nascent brother...hail to the king...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107938005942849976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107938005942849976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/haiku-2-winter-fallowed-field-boxer.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107936605031848767</id><published>2004-03-15T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T10:59:01.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:On the distant planet all look vastlydifferent.  There are no prejudicesbased upon appearance as everyoneis baffled by eachother's countenance.no band practice yesterday...thought the dog was dying...just a bloody nose...she sneezed on my leg and bloodied my pants...the bitch....the farm is always tranquil...pastoral feeling good for a few hours...then back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107936605031848767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107936605031848767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/news-from-distant-planet-on-distant_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107929954011744454</id><published>2004-03-14T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T16:28:54.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are brainwashedinto thinkingwe are not brainwashed.endless abstract days/daze...no much to speak of in terms of dynamism...lack of focus certainly feels like a disease...my left eyelid won't stop twitching..will see doctor on the morrow...decided not to worry about what position the leafs find themselves in come the playoffs...screw it...if hockey is all i can come up with, then i'd better</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107929954011744454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107929954011744454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/we-are-brainwashed-into-thinking-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107914790575714425</id><published>2004-03-12T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T22:21:37.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haiku #1inkbrush evergreen atop the drumlinwaves at a glacier that passed long agofuture...future...future...hmmm...gotta do something with my life apparently...it is there...which way...we'll see...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107914790575714425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107914790575714425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/haiku-1-inkbrush-evergreen-atop.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107905383202915915</id><published>2004-03-11T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T20:13:42.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some may be inclined to believethat terrorism is an art.they strike again!...and in Spain...perfect timing for the Bush campaign...and more will watch hockey..just the types that hockey doesn't want...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107905383202915915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107905383202915915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/some-may-be-inclined-to-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107891526926849949</id><published>2004-03-10T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T05:44:17.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All the important 'firsts' notedin history weren't actually firsts.strep-throat...going back to Toronto in the morning..well...later this morning...Montreal has had it with me, but the eating has been good....looking forward to a refreshed start to a new project...what?...haven't a clue...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107891526926849949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107891526926849949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/all-important-firsts-noted-in-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107889681406578867</id><published>2004-03-10T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T00:36:41.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is alwaysa final option.saw Sylvia tonight...Gwyneth ain't bad...the movie managed to hover just above ennui and just below madness...some sullen stuff, however...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107889681406578867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107889681406578867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/there-is-always-final-option.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107884038402229819</id><published>2004-03-09T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T08:56:10.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One cannot go too wrongif they constantly ask themself,"Did it have to be this way?"took four movies in succession to wean me from 'the saviour terror'...Tombstone, Joe Kidd, The Missing, and School of Rock...am reasonably certain that mutilation images will no longer pierce me (no pun intended) every time i close my eyes...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107884038402229819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107884038402229819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/one-cannot-go-too-wrong-if-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107878483518785667</id><published>2004-03-08T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:30:21.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus, the undead zombie terror of Nazarethstormed from his sepulchre outside Jerusalem, having required three days and nights to pushthe stone from the opening, and terrorized thecity folk.  Three Roman legions were sent to the scene, only to be mauled by the very-pissed-offson of God.  He hadn't known that he'd beresurrected as a zombie lord.the day after...something about that movie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107878483518785667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107878483518785667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/jesus-undead-zombie-terror-of-nazareth.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107873100571766220</id><published>2004-03-08T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T02:33:10.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The word 'societal' looks a lot like the word 'suicidal.'upon reflection...if one breaks down the Jesus movie...take away its historical/religious significance...pretend you don't know the guy and story...all you have is a movie of someone getting the living shit mutilated out of them...now where's the moral value?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107873100571766220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107873100571766220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/word-societal-looks-lot-like-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107872462440955144</id><published>2004-03-08T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T00:48:41.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The word 'quiet' looksa lot like the word 'quit.'saw The Passion of the Christ this evening...yikes!...a packed theatre of teary-eyed and outraged folk...i kept having this vision of Clint Eastwood circa The Good the Bad and the Ugly coming out of nowhere to rescue Jesus...blowing away centurions and Pharisees with his six-guns...then Jesus insisting that this is what he has to do...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107872462440955144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107872462440955144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/word-quiet-looks-lot-like-word-quit.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107864873141539399</id><published>2004-03-07T03:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T03:41:55.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It ain't worth shootin'if ya can't shoot steady.watched Open Range...typical western plot with a few twists...aaron if you read this, check it out...Robert Duvall's character is worth it...kind of like how Sam Elliot's character is worth it in We Were Soldiers...am, however, ready fer the pullins'...got me a philly and she ain't done worshipin'...sheeeittt...</summary><link rel='edit' 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metabolism...didn't get very far...the thoughts were digested...witticism is ostensibly lost in my case...damn...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107861705225857788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107861705225857788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/more-one-ponders-more-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107851908373967897</id><published>2004-03-05T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T15:41:05.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The notion of stabilityis dialectically opposed to nature.  sore throat....goddamn....am supposed to party tonight...don't know...want to see Fog Of War...ever since steve reveled in the bloody thing...a rainy Montreal day....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107851908373967897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107851908373967897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/notion-of-stability-is-dialectically.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107848111521457359</id><published>2004-03-05T04:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T05:08:16.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Lesson in the Word: America(a story in anagrams)came cram mar crime ire era CIAin Montreal with the little darling...we cant sleep...read a little Even Cowgirls Get the Blues...Robbins is okay in my books.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107848111521457359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107848111521457359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/lesson-in-word-america-story-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107836253462347809</id><published>2004-03-03T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:11:54.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>True Story of an Ingenious Hoax:During the American Rebellion, Benjamin Franklinpublished an account of how much the Britishwere paying their Hessian conscripts.  The truth,however, was that the Hessians weren't being paid at all.  When the Hessians read Franklin's article, they assumed that they were being hoodwinked by their superior officer.  A minor revolt ensued,throwing the British</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107836253462347809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107836253462347809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/true-story-of-ingenious-hoax-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107836209842003004</id><published>2004-03-03T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:04:38.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:On the distant planet psychologistshave given up on the notion of solvingrepressed traumatic experiences.  Theyturned the matter over to the scientist at the Academy for Cerebral Well-Being.The scientist were able to develop mnemonicextraction techniques, that would isolateand remove the damaged memory, and replaceit with a logical memory structure that flowed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107836209842003004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107836209842003004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/news-from-distant-planet-on-distant_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107828302071047301</id><published>2004-03-02T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:07:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If one could breath on Venus,they'd be able to look up intothe sky and wave to their friendson the other side of the planet.blew an intercostal muscle during the last song of band practice the other day...felt like someone separated a rib with a crowbar...thus, i was unable to make it to the colossal editing session scheduled for that evening...been reading about that crazy-bearded Whitman..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107828302071047301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107828302071047301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/03/if-one-could-breath-on-venus-theyd-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107809465349242759</id><published>2004-02-29T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T17:47:08.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If one wishes to ponder the multifarious nature of the universe, they must but stare into their palm.Frank Sinatra saved my life...i prayed to the cosmos...and Frank answered...i am to do it 'my way'...it is all in a sentence...verbalized ideas require a slathering of words..the sentence...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107809465349242759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107809465349242759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/02/if-one-wishes-to-ponder-multifarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107809387805658690</id><published>2004-02-29T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T17:34:12.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:On the distant planet artists areprized above all other professions.Artists are able to continue their work as it is the method by which cultural legacies are left.  internet not working at me 'ouse!...band practice..can't hear a damn thing...gonna be a long night...gotta do some emergency editing for the screenplay from 5296...we're talking 80+ pages...band </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107809387805658690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107809387805658690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/02/news-from-distant-planet-on-distant_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107776784835577879</id><published>2004-02-25T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T23:00:17.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Truth is at the headof a trail of dead bodies.The Corporation is being broadcasted in TVO tonight...seeing it again makes one aware of the dire need for legitimate dialogue...but we won't...and we're all going to hell....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107776784835577879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107776784835577879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/02/truth-is-at-head-of-trail-of-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107773894187285323</id><published>2004-02-25T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T15:07:08.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>True Story of an Ingenious Hoax:In 1906 57 year-old Berliner Wilhelm Voight, a failure who had spent thebetter part of his life in jail, noticedthe respect accorded members of theelite Prussian guard.  He purchaseda used captain's uniform and immediatelywas treated with respect.  Comfortablewith his new ruse, Voight entered a Prussian guard barracks and told themhe had a special </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107773894187285323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107773894187285323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/02/true-story-of-ingenious-hoax-in-1906.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107773808742848723</id><published>2004-02-25T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T14:44:16.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hidden in the Word: President(a story in anagrams)desire siren piper pridespite tripe pest serpent.Toronto days/daze...looking for a new apartment...bed bugs have won..we give up...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107773808742848723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107773808742848723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/02/hidden-in-word-president-story-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107766645268366487</id><published>2004-02-24T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:56:39.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News From a Distant Planet:The distant planet has been in touch with several planets for some time.There are two planets in particularthat have joined with the distant planet to establish the Tri-PlanetaryDatabase.  This organizationis devoted to compiling a compendiumon the natural histories of the threeplanets.  Recently, Earth was discovered to haveintelligent life.  That section </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107766645268366487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107766645268366487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/02/news-from-distant-planet-distant.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107743444174438044</id><published>2004-02-22T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T02:23:47.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The truth is that i'm thirsty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107743444174438044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107743444174438044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/02/truth-is-that-im-thirsty.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107743438222561290</id><published>2004-02-22T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T21:06:01.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a writer, see me dance;before i write to you i do stretches; I jog on the spotto prepare for you.  I'm limberand ready for your needs.fuck u</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107743438222561290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107743438222561290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-writer-see-me-dance-before-i-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282234.post-107740701950929289</id><published>2004-02-21T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T18:46:23.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One is equally disgustingas their own disgust.evening...blustery Newmarket...Southern Ontario...coffee on the corner and i am reborn...what will be the future?...my kamerad asked...when my mug is empty says i...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107740701950929289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282234/posts/default/107740701950929289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dan23.blogspot.com/2004/02/one-is-equally-disgusting-as-their-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08992093649292492266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
