<?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-3498814</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:11:21.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online trephination</title><subtitle type='html'>Less painful than doing it the old-fashioned way.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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>301</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-3953994016405467081</id><published>2009-10-02T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:36:56.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's crazy</title><summary type='text'>Every time I think I might be a little nutso, too into her or something like that she goes and one ups me.  Planning to offer to fly me out after I told her my plan, wanting to surprise me on my birthday, thinking of flying me to Utah as a b-day present.  Fuck man I am wacko crazy in love with her, and anytime I get just the slightest concern she goes and shows me she's on the same level/ one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/3953994016405467081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=3953994016405467081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/3953994016405467081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/3953994016405467081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-crazy.html' title='It&apos;s crazy'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-1875054480084329447</id><published>2009-05-11T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:22:02.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><summary type='text'>...and the stories I could tell.  some amazing &amp; some pretty devastating.  all of my own doing.  don't worry that isn't bragging.King Corn is a decent flick.  Very informative, it had a cameo of a Magnum &amp; got me wondering about grass vs corn for dairy cow feed.  I think the reason feedlot cows are pumped so full of corn is that they're only alive for 3 months once they hit the feedlot and by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/1875054480084329447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=1875054480084329447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/1875054480084329447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/1875054480084329447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-115464286089827673</id><published>2006-08-03T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T15:07:40.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot</title><summary type='text'>how good it feels to be super stoked on someone, on knowing someone is thinking about you &amp; that their underwear gets wet when they do, knowing they're thinking of you while masturbating, &amp; that they're dreaming up new ways to drive you wild. Its pretty cool being able to think whatever you like sex-wise, knowing there's someone who is up for anything &amp; everything you can think of...fucking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/115464286089827673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=115464286089827673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115464286089827673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115464286089827673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-115057770235465736</id><published>2006-06-17T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:55:02.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peanut butter jelly time</title><summary type='text'>-----05.31-----This just might have the Quitting Smoking momentum.  You know how good it feels but how fleeting it is &amp; the shitty hangover are no longer worth it.youcandoitWell pretty close!-----05.27------22, 23, 24, 25 no pr0n, minimal computer outside of work, no j/o- good.Happy that Net worth has 10X in past 2.5 years- @ that pace I could have over a mill by 40!!greed!!!!  so happy to have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/115057770235465736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=115057770235465736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115057770235465736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115057770235465736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/06/peanut-butter-jelly-time.html' title='peanut butter jelly time'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-115049915563238165</id><published>2006-06-16T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:05:55.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, the fresh 'tude (it's still good, it's not so bad) I seem to have Monday mornings is a distant memory completely destroyed each &amp; every Friday guaranteed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/115049915563238165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=115049915563238165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115049915563238165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115049915563238165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow-fresh-tude-its-still-good-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-115048132224287604</id><published>2006-06-16T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:08:42.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy insight Batman</title><summary type='text'>Okay, let's see if I've been able to retain any or all of the wonderful thoughts I had last night regarding interactions with other people and relationships.  I am much too idealistic, and contrary to how I've often thought, setting some idealism aside in favor of practicality is not comprimising, it's reality.  In addition to overly idealistic, passivity is present at an alarming rate.  Whether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/115048132224287604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=115048132224287604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115048132224287604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115048132224287604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/06/holy-insight-batman.html' title='Holy insight Batman'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-115023232037173018</id><published>2006-06-13T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T13:58:40.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That little bit of painting homework sure felt good  &amp; I liked the end result, got a bit of a collage done so that’s good too, a little exercise &amp; karma w/ the bike ride &amp; rain storm.  I had a good chat w/ Kim and wow Mary is pretty pissed but it makes sense- I’d be pissed too if someone I was really into (younger, fitter too) had just opted out of a relationship.  Reading a few bits from DSI was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/115023232037173018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=115023232037173018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115023232037173018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115023232037173018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/06/that-little-bit-of-painting-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-115005725842560927</id><published>2006-06-11T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:20:58.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond sadness</title><summary type='text'>Wow today was the first time I became fully aware of what true sadness feels like- it even has a yucky taste.  The Bounce or Succumb moment tripped me out, but here I be- imperfect but bouncing.  Oh how I wish to remain bouncy.  Really.  Truly.  Deeply.  Honestly.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/115005725842560927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=115005725842560927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115005725842560927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/115005725842560927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/06/beyond-sadness.html' title='Beyond sadness'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114859351104341835</id><published>2006-05-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:45:11.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Week 2006</title><summary type='text'>ride from JodyFerry ride outside- view &amp; chickies from AbbyCaintbar ride w/ Jody-type galGlufixTexas Hold'emGeorgies placegeorgies GFJake, Shannon(?) &amp; the pooches (Beasley, Benson)missing the ferryTeam AmericaEnchanted ForestJimmy's pad, chick out frontChinatown storesPot Blockchaining upMt BakerStopping in @ the Shopsnow drive to WhisPemby w/ Stever &amp; ShannonFirst few runs on CainBoomer chair </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114859351104341835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114859351104341835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859351104341835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859351104341835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/ski-week-2006.html' title='Ski Week 2006'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114859318213005634</id><published>2006-05-25T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:39:42.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from march 06</title><summary type='text'>post-orgasmdoobieski dayyogamtb ridesurf seshall leave a beautiful aftertastewhat is the thread?also a friend saying "thanks, you made the trip"--i used to crave meaningful work but couldn't find itfound out it was elusivenowmoney all spends the sameso why not earn it however?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114859318213005634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114859318213005634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859318213005634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859318213005634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-march-06.html' title='from march 06'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114859265187652643</id><published>2006-05-25T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:30:51.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more 5 month old stuff</title><summary type='text'>Midnight Rider- allman BrothersTwo Minutes to Midnight- Iron MaidenLiving After Midnight- Judas PriestMidnight Rambler- Rolling StonesAfter Midnight- eric claptonMidnight Prowler- AC/DCIt's just my imagination...running away from me, or nothing has changed except your fucking stupid self-sabotaging thoughts.Last night you were super stoked about the date w/ Allyson and rightly so.  Then after an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114859265187652643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114859265187652643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859265187652643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859265187652643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-5-month-old-stuff.html' title='more 5 month old stuff'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114859261374343501</id><published>2006-05-25T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:30:13.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more stuff from 5 months ago</title><summary type='text'>Midnight Rider- allman BrothersTwo Minutes to Midnight- Iron MaidenLiving After Midnight- Judas PriestMidnight Rambler- Rolling StonesAfter Midnight- eric claptonMidnight Prowler- AC/DCIt's just my imagination...running away from me, or nothing has changed except your fucking stupid self-sabotaging thoughts.Last night you were super stoked about the date w/ Allyson and rightly so.  Then after an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114859261374343501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114859261374343501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859261374343501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859261374343501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-stuff-from-5-months-ago.html' title='more stuff from 5 months ago'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114859237747491172</id><published>2006-05-25T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:26:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 3 /06 @ werk</title><summary type='text'>Jan 3 was a reasonably good day at work- got a little bit done, which is a step up from nothing.  I observed a few things:Jason &amp; Shaun are ‘guys in striped shirts’ albeit married w/ kids.  Jason’s corporate-speak makes me ill.Brad has aged a zillion yearsNat is the exact same as she was, we had lunch and there was common courtesy for 30 minutes.Greg is the same but it seems like he’s putting on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114859237747491172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114859237747491172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859237747491172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859237747491172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/jan-3-06-werk.html' title='Jan 3 /06 @ werk'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114859227736129206</id><published>2006-05-25T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:24:37.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><summary type='text'>Even if you're on the right track you'll get run over if you just sit there.- Will RogersTalk doesn't cook rice.- Chinese proverbWe're all in this alone.--Lily TomlinEverybody's got a plan - until he gets hit.Mike TysonEver notice that "what the hell" is always the right decision?Marilyn Monroe"All our dreams can come true--if we have the courage to pursue them."- Walt DisneyAlmost everything you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114859227736129206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114859227736129206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859227736129206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859227736129206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114859223183648268</id><published>2006-05-25T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:23:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WB &amp; CM advice</title><summary type='text'>CM: We didn’t get where we are by owning non-interest-bearing investments. It’s a good habit to get into to trumpet your failures and be quiet about your successes.http://bankstocks.com/article.asp?type=1&amp;id=9880952</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114859223183648268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114859223183648268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859223183648268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859223183648268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/wb-cm-advice.html' title='WB &amp; CM advice'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114859219877886852</id><published>2006-05-25T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:23:18.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip</title><summary type='text'>flip around the advice you dish out to gain perspective &amp; understanding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114859219877886852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114859219877886852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859219877886852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859219877886852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/flip.html' title='Flip'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114859212562848373</id><published>2006-05-25T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:22:05.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict</title><summary type='text'>I don't want to come back down from this cloud it's taken me all this time to find out what i needwhere you are ain't no good unless you can get away from it. you understand?everyone i know goes away in the endand you could have it all my empire of dirti will let you down i will make you hurtA mash up btw Comedown by Bush,  Hurt by NIN/ Johnny Cash, &amp; JBMHR</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114859212562848373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114859212562848373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859212562848373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114859212562848373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/conflict.html' title='Conflict'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114850992052456418</id><published>2006-05-24T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:32:00.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from Apr 26</title><summary type='text'>Time to unload some brain space because I'm filling up which leads to uneasiness, inattentiveness &amp; general restlessness.  Thinking about the coming Coachella weekend with Mary I thought back to last year and what Ricky said after the show.  He was pooped because we were non-stop going all day, only briefly stopping to eat supper standing up.  In years previous he was used to watching a band, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114850992052456418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114850992052456418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114850992052456418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114850992052456418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-apr-26.html' title='from Apr 26'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114850974126303038</id><published>2006-05-24T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:29:01.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#13</title><summary type='text'>1.  The more you do and say what you think it is people want vs what you really want &amp; who you really are the further away from self you move.2.  Lucky to have met you Mary;3.  Can't hang on to potential forever, it loses potency &amp; opportunities expire;4.  There is a choice:  everything happens one step at a time so would it not make sense to shorten your steps and stay on the same path rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114850974126303038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114850974126303038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114850974126303038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114850974126303038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/13.html' title='#13'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114842590721617802</id><published>2006-05-23T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:11:47.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convergence</title><summary type='text'>Several things converging &amp; settling in for me to digest, and reinforcing that there is no right answer, it's a combination of all sorts of tiny decisions &amp; traits combining to make you &amp; your life.  Disheartening it is to realize that you have it relatively good when others around you seem to be in the pits &amp; in similar predicaments:smart TCP peeps being bored w/ their jobs (A, S, T, G)guys </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114842590721617802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114842590721617802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114842590721617802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114842590721617802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/convergence.html' title='Convergence'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114781953156001697</id><published>2006-05-16T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:45:31.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ima call my girl Sunset cuz she always be goin' down.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114781953156001697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114781953156001697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114781953156001697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114781953156001697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/ima-call-my-girl-sunset-cuz-she-always.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114771705208967362</id><published>2006-05-15T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:17:32.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>human nature 101</title><summary type='text'>if something is too easy to get, no matter how desirable to others, we quickly lose interest. The kicker is that this even applies to things we've longed for many a night. work, love, sex, money it's across all categories I'm afraid.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114771705208967362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114771705208967362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114771705208967362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114771705208967362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/human-nature-101.html' title='human nature 101'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114730119276884142</id><published>2006-05-10T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:46:32.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will looking up &amp; in the mirror ever match?</title><summary type='text'>Colin AngusBruce KirkbyJulie WafaeiKirsten Ulmerdo it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114730119276884142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114730119276884142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114730119276884142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114730119276884142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-looking-up-in-mirror-ever-match.html' title='will looking up &amp; in the mirror ever match?'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114715299321320523</id><published>2006-05-08T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:36:33.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never again</title><summary type='text'>do i want to feel as crappy as i did this morning at work.  pointless work, lack of respect for peers, direction &amp; challenge are both absent.not forced to stay so eb a man &amp; get it sorted.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114715299321320523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114715299321320523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114715299321320523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114715299321320523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-again.html' title='never again'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114715289262203859</id><published>2006-05-08T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:34:52.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Ya?</title><summary type='text'>Do I actually possess the capacity to love someone, or do I merely use them on occasion to remind myself that I am able to love.  Perhaps it's not that I lack the capacity but the desire to; I mean lookit I'm able to love someone but once I've proved that to myself, rather than sustain &amp; pursue it I'd like to find another &amp; see if I can make it happen again.  Or maybe I lack capacity &amp; desire to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114715289262203859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114715289262203859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114715289262203859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114715289262203859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-ya.html' title='Love Ya?'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114608613656292421</id><published>2006-04-26T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:15:36.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the phone call that broke the camel's back</title><summary type='text'>I no longer have the capacity to care in any manner whatsoever about my job.  Redundant &amp; ludicrous don't even begin to describe the absurdity of make-work projects being dreamed up by self-important visionaries residing in the upper echelons of this staid monolith called one of the best companies in Canadia. Fawk</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114608613656292421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114608613656292421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114608613656292421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114608613656292421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/04/phone-call-that-broke-camels-back.html' title='the phone call that broke the camel&apos;s back'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114530794757839200</id><published>2006-04-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:05:47.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><summary type='text'>those are the thoughts that need to be verbalized, written &amp; shared, if for no other reason than to get them out of your head.  They might be futile &amp; not amount to anything but freeing up some headspace is not without benefit.fuck fuck fuck they said</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114530794757839200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114530794757839200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114530794757839200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114530794757839200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114488290377546304</id><published>2006-04-12T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:01:43.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I guilty</title><summary type='text'>of moving my own cheese?  am  I lactose intolerant or...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114488290377546304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114488290377546304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114488290377546304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114488290377546304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-guilty.html' title='Am I guilty'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114486760657852608</id><published>2006-04-12T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:46:46.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about</title><summary type='text'>Yoga farts &amp; the office with a view.I'm serious.  One shows how anticipation is much more magnified (&amp; worse) than reality.  It also is indicative of the disparity between how much a self-obsessed person thinks others give a damn vs ho much they really do.  In a land of self-obsessives, you have to be pretty outrageous to merely get noticed, let alone recognized.The other is a primo example of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114486760657852608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114486760657852608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114486760657852608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114486760657852608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-all-about.html' title='It&apos;s all about'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114469364995114161</id><published>2006-04-10T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:27:48.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather</title><summary type='text'>go to bed with a good book than with a bad person.It makes falling asleep &amp; waking up so much better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114469364995114161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114469364995114161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114469364995114161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114469364995114161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/04/id-rather.html' title='I&apos;d rather'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114419212501872359</id><published>2006-04-04T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:08:45.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIFT</title><summary type='text'>Attitude drives everything.  if you want to have a good time, odds are tat you will.  However if you want to be bitchy, whiny &amp; pouty  it will take a lot of booze, chicks &amp; music to get you out of that mindset. It's interesting to see how I came right to the edge a week ago, had a good realization, reconsidered &amp; now have a bit different 'tude &amp; outlook.  work is inot the root of all evil &amp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114419212501872359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114419212501872359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114419212501872359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114419212501872359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/04/shift.html' title='SHIFT'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114349849198882505</id><published>2006-03-27T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:28:12.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The key is....</title><summary type='text'>ATTITUDE.It shapes &amp; affects everything it touches. Rainy days can still be good for rides &amp; cloudy snowless days can still be riotous for ripping.Anyone can have a blast in the sun.Discuss.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114349849198882505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114349849198882505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114349849198882505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114349849198882505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/03/key-is.html' title='The key is....'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114307188607089426</id><published>2006-03-22T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:58:06.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>road rage</title><summary type='text'>cuntfucking bitchlicker!!after that I had tears streaming down my cheeks after I realized the absurdity of yelling at the windshield.   But hey, it offers temporary relief &amp; sometimes that's enough.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114307188607089426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114307188607089426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114307188607089426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114307188607089426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/03/road-rage.html' title='road rage'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114307178760011313</id><published>2006-03-22T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:56:27.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rank</title><summary type='text'>Flakes removed from the will call list (or save the drama for your mama)AllysonStephGail*Karen*Gnat*SolidKim*Ro*SteveDanTrevSolid but a bit further outLucyJody*CarmenJoanneand a bit further but still solidChadAndrewDale</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114307178760011313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114307178760011313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114307178760011313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114307178760011313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/03/rank.html' title='Rank'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114298523054637421</id><published>2006-03-21T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:53:50.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><summary type='text'>Wow.  A dark-haired, dark-skinned brown eyed beauty is what I'm drawn to.  I'm always shocked by how much blonde tresses are a siren song that any guy within earshot has eyes for.  While nice to look at &amp; distract, brown is where it's at.  The woman at the grocery store last night would save much money on hydro if she was with me.  Why you ask?  Because I'd lick her clean from head to toe every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114298523054637421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114298523054637421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114298523054637421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114298523054637421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114040347062484553</id><published>2006-02-19T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:45:57.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artspeak Alibi</title><summary type='text'>I had to laugh to myself while driving home Friday night. I was revisiting your self-deprecating comment, "if you haven't noticed, I'm terrible at dating." That's exactly how I felt myself. Whether it's apparent, or painfully obvious, it seems I have no fucking clue myself.I don't know if we're on the same wavelength of veering off in exact opposite directions. Eitherway my cluelessness belies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114040347062484553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114040347062484553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114040347062484553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114040347062484553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/02/artspeak-alibi.html' title='Artspeak Alibi'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114024919568531990</id><published>2006-02-17T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:53:15.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah that's it.</title><summary type='text'>Pout, analyze &amp; crawl back into the cave.  Don't persevere or step out of your comfort zone.  Just lament what coulda shoulda &amp; not revel in the what is.There have been a few categories:One-offs that didn't really matterthe crazies,the nice but no spark,the woo hoo gaa gaathe poker-faced confuse the fuck outta me (janice is prime),good friends (j, k, r, g, a, k)  although a is currently in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114024919568531990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114024919568531990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114024919568531990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114024919568531990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/02/yeah-thats-it.html' title='Yeah that&apos;s it.'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-114024822268704164</id><published>2006-02-17T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:37:02.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst dater ever.</title><summary type='text'>Like fuck what happened?  I mean you used to have a bit of a clue on the art of dating but it seems to have been lost.  Although I may have subconsciously understood things and acted accordingly.  Four dates have been pretty good (drinks, story slam, Art Gallery, small gallery &amp; dinner) and we have lots to share and enjoy each other's company.  However four dates in close to two months speaks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/114024822268704164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=114024822268704164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114024822268704164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/114024822268704164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/02/worst-dater-ever.html' title='Worst dater ever.'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-113952936643840061</id><published>2006-02-09T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:56:06.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 9  2006 performance review:</title><summary type='text'>The year past, nothing but sunshine &amp; lollipops;  going forward things aren't looking too shabby either.  Short-term wise I can keep on with what I'm doing until the end of March, getting the reporting under control and working with SD.  Whether he sticks around or not is irrelevant because we'll have the instructions &amp; my knowledge so we can cross train someone else. The LOA was brought up by JK</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/113952936643840061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=113952936643840061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113952936643840061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113952936643840061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-9-2006-performance-review.html' title='February 9  2006 performance review:'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-113866616954729829</id><published>2006-01-30T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:09:29.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me in 1995 all over again</title><summary type='text'>Is part of the reason I didn’t become a full-on dirt bag the fact that a single guy w/ little $$$ living in the sticks was almost guaranteed to go crazy-slash-stay-single?  Well that &amp; the lobotomizing down-time during off-seasons.  Couple that with my genetic programming to try &amp; make some decent $$$, do ma &amp; pa proud guilt type BS &amp; you have a good insight as to why I live on the fringe of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/113866616954729829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=113866616954729829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113866616954729829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113866616954729829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-me-in-1995-all-over-again.html' title='this is me in 1995 all over again'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-113866118992628186</id><published>2006-01-30T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:46:29.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the Sickness</title><summary type='text'>It is getting harder to hold my contempt, and even harder not to break out laughing at any given moment.  Looking around at my work environment &amp; coworkers I struggle to find a common theme &amp; even harder is trying to discern a relevant bond.  It seems everyone has tacitly surrendered a big portion of their livelihood for security.  Security of a steady pay-cheque, security of benefits, security </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/113866118992628186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=113866118992628186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113866118992628186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113866118992628186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/01/down-with-sickness.html' title='Down with the Sickness'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-113851125781264423</id><published>2006-01-28T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:07:37.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort in Geometry</title><summary type='text'>Whoa.  I was about to send a Dear Jane letter (can't think of a better term) this afternoon &amp; when I come home there's a message on the machine from her. Trippy.  We had fun together for sure, sparkage....hmmm...when she was right beside me talking I could have kissed her but that might be due more to my horniness than and sparks.  I think she might be much shyer than I imagined- another case of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/113851125781264423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=113851125781264423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113851125781264423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113851125781264423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/01/comfort-in-geometry.html' title='Comfort in Geometry'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-113834201353452650</id><published>2006-01-26T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:06:53.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.R.A.Z.Y.</title><summary type='text'>Who the fuck am I kidding?  Staying the same &amp; keeping my fingers crossed isn't exactly working out, something you'd think I figured out by now.  Hello years are going by.  Then again many peeps would say lots has changed so maybe it's my perception?  It all seems the same: sports, people, work, you name it.  They start out mysterious, fascinating &amp; better or bigger than me.  Shortly thereafter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/113834201353452650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=113834201353452650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113834201353452650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113834201353452650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/01/crazy.html' title='C.R.A.Z.Y.'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-113705186445968390</id><published>2006-01-11T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:44:24.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Slam</title><summary type='text'>Cool.  It's a good date when you start out smiling &amp; feeling good because you approach the cafe where you're meeting a date.   Seeing a beautiful woman in the window, knowing she's there to see you is a great.  This is confirmed while driving home and you have the same happy warm feeling thinking about the time you spent together &amp; also perusing the next rendezvous.Pretty Awesome, or pretty and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/113705186445968390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=113705186445968390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113705186445968390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113705186445968390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/01/story-slam.html' title='Story Slam'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-113685230237256528</id><published>2006-01-09T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:18:22.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooh six</title><summary type='text'>It was a very social week, especially at work reconnecting with people I haven't seen in years. Also good exercise-wise with boarding biking yoga gym all in there plus of course the  big run on NYD.  Helped out a dude @ the race from getting lost.  Stocks went up.  So glad the blahs of Decemebr are history.  Last but not least, I had a good date with a super hot woman.  Brainy &amp; adventurous as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/113685230237256528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=113685230237256528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113685230237256528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113685230237256528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2006/01/ooooh-six.html' title='ooooh six'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-113080256745641644</id><published>2005-10-31T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:49:27.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switch, now hit it.</title><summary type='text'>Push comes to shove, sub would be easier; although knowing it's playtime I could work the handle end rather than the business end of things.Non-domineering  nor over-confident, hence the lack of trying &amp; lookign to hook up w/ younguns.  Do I presume someone younger to look up to someone onlder, and not have the confidence to allow, expect or handle that?  Izzat why I'm cool w/ same agers?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/113080256745641644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=113080256745641644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113080256745641644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113080256745641644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/10/switch-now-hit-it.html' title='Switch, now hit it.'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-113078399552819197</id><published>2005-10-31T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:39:55.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful &amp; Nasty</title><summary type='text'>The crazy shit going on in porn these days is off the hook.  So wet, tight, sticky and dirty dirty dirty.  So many tight young things sucking, licking, fucking, swallowing, swapping.  Who knew that watching a chick spit polishing a big warm black cock as it freshly pops out of some other chick's lil brown Betty Crocker oven could be such a turn on.  Almost as erotic as seeing two girls getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/113078399552819197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=113078399552819197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113078399552819197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/113078399552819197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/10/beautiful-nasty.html' title='Beautiful &amp; Nasty'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112993105101208707</id><published>2005-10-21T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:44:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ed Harcourt couldn't have said it any better.</title><summary type='text'>When the feeling of aloneness is matched by the want to be left alone.(courtesy some random blog).and here I thought it was when masturbation lost it's fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112993105101208707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112993105101208707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112993105101208707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112993105101208707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/10/ed-harcourt-couldnt-have-said-it-any.html' title='Ed Harcourt couldn&apos;t have said it any better.'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112984501987849127</id><published>2005-10-20T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:52:37.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>splat</title><summary type='text'>10.20:bon mot: Drawn Outside the Boxinspired by Little Know It All (Iggy &amp; Sum 41)Coehlo's writing about the Favor Bank (he borrowed it from Wolfe? I believe.reconciliation of spiritual love &amp; carnal pleasure- is it possible.at least on track wrt B yerself &amp; see wot 'appens aspect.Inspired by Love is the Devil:the human condition is best viewed through the lens of love, kinda like how Penthouse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112984501987849127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112984501987849127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112984501987849127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112984501987849127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/10/splat.html' title='splat'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112966374719076212</id><published>2005-10-18T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:29:07.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rant- can the end be nigh?</title><summary type='text'>In the past few months, trying to setup a meeting or get anytime to discuss things, all I get is lip service &amp; blown off.  Yet I'm expected to be on standby for every whim when I'm out of the loop and don't see much of a plan.What I could do now is a rerun of 2 years ago @ TEAR.  Things can be fixed but there were two big differences:  Ed &amp; Greg then vs Gwen &amp; John/James now.  The lack of TELL </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112966374719076212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112966374719076212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112966374719076212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112966374719076212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/10/rant-can-end-be-nigh.html' title='rant- can the end be nigh?'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112914710454561298</id><published>2005-10-12T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T12:58:24.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Pair</title><summary type='text'>Is part of my problem with work really a case of agorophobia.  I can slack off no problem by myself, but when I'm working with other peeps I'd really rather be alone not at work so I try &amp; get things done as expeditiously as possible?  Somewhat I suppose, but lately since I'm not looking for cheese, I can slack w/ others no problem. Yet another paradox of life (mine anyway) I've unearthed.  At </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112914710454561298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112914710454561298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112914710454561298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112914710454561298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/10/nice-pair.html' title='Nice Pair'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112900901422597721</id><published>2005-10-10T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:36:54.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big question is:</title><summary type='text'>Am I a writer?  Well yes I do write but no I don't take it seriously enough to fully qualify as writer.  Really up to this point I've been rather dilettantish about the whole thing using it as a child would a toy, an escape or distraction.  It looks like I'm currently in a bit of a crux:  wanting to get more serious @ writing but not wanting to take the fun, frivolity &amp; escape away from it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112900901422597721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112900901422597721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112900901422597721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112900901422597721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/10/big-question-is.html' title='The big question is:'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112866654583329673</id><published>2005-10-06T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:29:05.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the time is now</title><summary type='text'>ell this has been the week to get motivated regardign writing:  Lucy &amp; Neil Gaiman.,  Then there's the whole angst angle and G n R both giving me some deep sharing.NG's quote re:  80 yrs old &amp; still wondering.  very poignant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112866654583329673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112866654583329673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112866654583329673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112866654583329673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-is-now.html' title='the time is now'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112857976485432102</id><published>2005-10-05T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:22:44.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goddamned G</title><summary type='text'>fuck man G is a piece of work.  Anger, sympathy or apathy...i'm not sure which to feel.  This is exactly why I've never tried to make things more than they ever were.  I mean how can you have a strong tie to someone who disappears or makes communication a challenge when (in)convenient.  I'm a resonably conscientious person so I think I have a decent grasp of the whole engaged/ aloof </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112857976485432102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112857976485432102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112857976485432102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112857976485432102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/10/goddamned-g.html' title='goddamned G'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112831509198637244</id><published>2005-10-02T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:51:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overstimmed!!</title><summary type='text'>KMFDM concert, then the KMFDM DVD, waay too much Alice Cooper, reading the latest slade (full of Alice references including my current fave Halo of Flies), a leather shop, a fetish clothing shop, killer tunes, getting updated on the new industrial scene, new PVC pants, the new Ministry Anthology, Halloween coming up.....looook out.little goth chick was a well of info.  Like, when's the last time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112831509198637244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112831509198637244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112831509198637244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112831509198637244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/10/overstimmed.html' title='Overstimmed!!'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112802515420433123</id><published>2005-09-29T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T13:19:14.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spark, Drop or Roll</title><summary type='text'>may have to pickup Rantology soon.10.16 nashville pussywho pushes pebbles around when there's a couple o' big rocks ya gotta move?penny stocks &amp; porn- haha.what are drugs if not self-administered toxins?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112802515420433123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112802515420433123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112802515420433123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112802515420433123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/09/spark-drop-or-roll.html' title='Spark, Drop or Roll'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112792884037881698</id><published>2005-09-28T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:34:00.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game off.</title><summary type='text'>No more card games unless I'm also dealing across the table.  Dealing dummy hands is a no-win situation time after time after time. I've practiced my card tricks alone long enough; they're much better to show off &amp; share</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112792884037881698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112792884037881698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112792884037881698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112792884037881698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/09/game-off.html' title='Game off.'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112751243360629919</id><published>2005-09-23T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T14:53:53.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality check</title><summary type='text'>"You are alternately thrilled and desperateSkyhigh and fuckedLet's stop this and start overLet's go out - Let's keep goingThis is your life - This is your fucking life"Dogma- KMFDMComfy do nothing job is slowly whittling away @ me.  Used to be a career, now out of favour so it's a placeholder till my skills are sporadically required.  That's how it is &amp; will continue to be.Ask yourself, "Why am I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112751243360629919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112751243360629919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112751243360629919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112751243360629919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/09/reality-check.html' title='Reality check'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112742168632125339</id><published>2005-09-22T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:41:26.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was the best of times, it was the worst of times</title><summary type='text'>Everyday is a rollercoaster ride.  I'm so thankful for the clickety-clack to the top and the screams of delight on the drops, corners &amp; loop-the-loops but geez it's wearing me out. Lately I've actually been hanging out with Y chromosomes rather than the usual XX.  It's a blast especially considering my riding possee is getting bigger on a weekly basis.  Riding is going off lately &amp; I'm absolutely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112742168632125339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112742168632125339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112742168632125339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112742168632125339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-was-best-of-times-it-was-worst-of.html' title='it was the best of times, it was the worst of times'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112693855081450123</id><published>2005-09-16T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:29:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting smarter everyday</title><summary type='text'>no harm no foul, and besides she was a fuckingcrazy chick (computers are great sanity filters) but seriously what questions can i ask and what actions can i take differently in order to avoid a similar situation in the future?remember time is the biggest factor in this whole exercise.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112693855081450123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112693855081450123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112693855081450123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112693855081450123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-smarter-everyday.html' title='getting smarter everyday'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112693816647113891</id><published>2005-09-16T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:22:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck!</title><summary type='text'>1. Something in my decision making process is flagrantly broken.2. If you relax &amp; enjoy the good parts, it's much better than being grumpy &amp; uptight (cuz it don't fucking help anyway!).I could have left after 15 minutes, but I decided I liked the vibe of the place, was comfy, didn't want to fight traffic, had no plan B, and thought fuck it.   Instead of leaving w/ my tail btw my legs why not just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112693816647113891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112693816647113891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112693816647113891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112693816647113891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuck.html' title='Fuck!'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112676036130192105</id><published>2005-09-14T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:59:21.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purge 2</title><summary type='text'>you can help me realize myself sexually.  izzat the price of a relationship?Will you play with us Ron?  Is there anything cuter than that?many passengers, only one driver at a time:jockwritersex-doodworker beeprickscared little boyour desire is the person who takes care of/ complements our most deepest desiresleon shermansonny wortzik</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112676036130192105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112676036130192105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112676036130192105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112676036130192105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/09/purge-2.html' title='purge 2'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112675939171805453</id><published>2005-09-14T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:43:11.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>purge</title><summary type='text'>Act don't reactif you want something done, give it to a bust person (lil sis)got to make a choice (a la cigs) cuz some shit ain't going away (like pr0n, weed, booze)Sometimes it feels like my personality is fracturing into chunksGetting respectable one step at a time:s'long as the ol' pigskin stays between the goalposts (lobotomy of wasting shared time with a partner and getting your heart ripped</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112675939171805453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112675939171805453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112675939171805453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112675939171805453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/09/purge.html' title='purge'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112675647258717121</id><published>2005-09-14T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:54:32.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting respectable one step at a time:</title><summary type='text'>s'long as the ol' pigskin stays between the goalposts (lobotomy of wasting shared time with a partner and getting your heart ripped out) it's all good.  s'long ya get to third &amp; long and you're in field goal range.  Converts are good to. Just cut down all the 4 &amp; out- punting is for pussies (field position ain't worth shit if you never score.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112675647258717121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112675647258717121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112675647258717121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112675647258717121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-respectable-one-step-at-time.html' title='Getting respectable one step at a time:'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112498650484546504</id><published>2005-08-25T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T09:15:04.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple man w/ a simple plan (hats off to Wink)</title><summary type='text'>2 more months w3rkbuy surfboard in next two weeksbrowse for snowboard dealsreview investment portfolio Halloweenbuy new truck in Novemberbegin CSC studiesKhyber/ Tofino/ Coqrock the casbah in Sept...travelinvestwrite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112498650484546504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112498650484546504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112498650484546504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112498650484546504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/08/simple-man-w-simple-plan-hats-off-to.html' title='Simple man w/ a simple plan (hats off to Wink)'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112381984906336681</id><published>2005-08-11T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:10:49.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Against I</title><summary type='text'>Not enough spare time = grumpy, pissed off &amp; lack of creative &amp; athletic outlets;Too much spare time = listless, motivation drops off, diaphonous &amp; amorphous sense of direction &amp; purpose;The key is to strike a fine balance of necessity, desire, pleasure &amp; accomplishment. Complete.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112381984906336681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112381984906336681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112381984906336681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112381984906336681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-against-i.html' title='I Against I'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112356636105162522</id><published>2005-08-08T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:46:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I gay?</title><summary type='text'>Queen, George Michael (accidentally but that's ok), David Bowie &amp; now I'm super diggin' Elton's early tunes!!!I think it's more of an early 70's thing.  I already been doing that w/ Traffic, rolling Stones, Almost Famous, Dog Day Aftrnnon (opening montage is off tha hook0, Marvin Gaye.....  waxing nostalgic for the early years when I was around but unaware.time for Amoreena.  who knew!?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112356636105162522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112356636105162522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112356636105162522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112356636105162522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/08/am-i-gay.html' title='Am I gay?'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112303977984922755</id><published>2005-08-02T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:30:14.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three truths:</title><summary type='text'>The Boss writes killer ballads;It's not for you to overcome or conquer fear, but rather to acknowledge, accept &amp; strive to overcome it;Me &amp; G are friends. Any od the other things that have or will happen are purely for fun.Geez, the past few days have been soo much fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112303977984922755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112303977984922755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112303977984922755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112303977984922755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/08/three-truths.html' title='Three truths:'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112215699925309220</id><published>2005-07-23T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:30:33.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow Grave</title><summary type='text'>Is that my final destination?I gotta tell you, when a woman peels your clothes off and then gets all giddy @ the bare buffness that is all theirs to play with, well it feels pretty good knowing that your body is a most pleasant surprise for them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112215699925309220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112215699925309220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112215699925309220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112215699925309220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/07/shallow-grave.html' title='Shallow Grave'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112215589074496766</id><published>2005-07-23T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T14:58:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Miracle</title><summary type='text'>Miracles:1)  surfing a wave:  so many factors have to align to ensure this triumph.  Well worth all the near misses;2) finding a mate:  hooking up w someone who is really on the same wavelength on what the two of you can offer/ provide is a feat of staggering odds.  Regardless of friends, fuck-buddies, BF/GF, both agreeing and progressing together is a stretch.  Well worth the near misses.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112215589074496766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112215589074496766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112215589074496766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112215589074496766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s a Miracle'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112193240228021823</id><published>2005-07-21T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:53:22.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>Does imagination heighten, lessen or have little impact on reality?I wasn't planning on any sex, but there's no reason to outright refuse it. Awesome-BJ's can be an art form. Oh my!!What an awesome evening.  Summer night, great entertainment, ran into several friends and the super-fit crowd was overflowing w/ eye-candy.  Fucking yum.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112193240228021823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112193240228021823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112193240228021823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112193240228021823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweet-wednesday.html' title='Sweet Wednesday'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112172084012764129</id><published>2005-07-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:07:48.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot damn summer in the city.</title><summary type='text'>Things I like:1.the taste of nipple rings,2.massage bars,3.the smell of suntans,4.tequila,5.climbing ropes,6.BJM,7.licensed patios,8.gazing @ the ocean's horizon,9.thin women &amp; skimpy bikini bottoms. The little shadow divets when they lay on their backs and their hip-bones protrude a wee bit more than the sides of their tummy. Such a tantalizing tease.10. getting reaffirmation that the human </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112172084012764129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112172084012764129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112172084012764129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112172084012764129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/07/hot-damn-summer-in-city.html' title='Hot damn summer in the city.'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112146639403011500</id><published>2005-07-15T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:26:34.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Either there is meaning or else it's all purely absurd.Whichever you decide, celebrate it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112146639403011500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112146639403011500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112146639403011500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112146639403011500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/07/either-there-is-meaning-or-else-its.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112146622810067702</id><published>2005-07-15T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:23:48.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning out the Lint.</title><summary type='text'>Are there any limitations on what I can do, become or aspire to @ the moment?None that I can think of; well at least none that aren't self-imposed.That's the key:  Self-Imposed.  My malaise isn't due to much in the way of unfortunate events.  I'm not overcoming huge odds or rising from the ashes.  I'm just a regular guy w/ a couple phobias/ issues and tend to be a bit quieter than most.  i mean </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112146622810067702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112146622810067702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112146622810067702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112146622810067702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/07/cleaning-out-lint.html' title='Cleaning out the Lint.'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112139583972522130</id><published>2005-07-14T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:50:39.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it saddens me that little bits are slowly dying.-are the yreally?-can I prevent it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112139583972522130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112139583972522130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112139583972522130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112139583972522130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-saddens-me-that-little-bits-are.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112111146826359495</id><published>2005-07-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:51:08.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“You rolled yourselves into a ball in your genteel security, in routine, raising a modest rampart against the winds and tides and stars. Nobody grasped you by the shoulders while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught will you ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the astronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning.”-Antoine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112111146826359495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112111146826359495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112111146826359495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112111146826359495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-rolled-yourselves-into-ball-in.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-112110809564700110</id><published>2005-07-11T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T11:54:55.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three-peat</title><summary type='text'>Self-sabotage is your unconscious making decisions for you that your conscious is afraid or unwilling to commit.  Tedious, inefficient and counter-productive are but a few appropriate descriptors.  Nonetheless it appears I’m back in this cycle for a third kick at this despised can.  Let's revisit shall we:Summer of '96- stoked on mountain bike racing, the QA gig @ the dairy was killing me.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/112110809564700110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=112110809564700110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112110809564700110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/112110809564700110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/07/three-peat.html' title='Three-peat'/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111929726527971204</id><published>2005-06-20T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:54:25.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Terror:  26 yo kid on radio w/ no legs in a wheelchair w/ a dead best friend- all as a result of drunk driving.  Waking up and finding out you’ve been in a coma for the past month and realizing you no longer have any legs, and learning that your best friend is dead because you smashed up your car while being hammered.The Creeps:  horny and mildly buzzed, calling up an escort late on a Saturday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111929726527971204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111929726527971204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111929726527971204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111929726527971204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/terror-26-yo-kid-on-radio-w-no-legs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111844743347390007</id><published>2005-06-10T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T16:50:33.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tour guidego travel, come back get my CSC and work for an ethical fund?cheba hutrecord storerestaurantI-west</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111844743347390007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111844743347390007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111844743347390007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111844743347390007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/tour-guide-go-travel-come-back-get-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111836474635291251</id><published>2005-06-09T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T17:52:26.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wherever you are and there is someone nearby,you both instantly have something in common.The happier you are in that place &amp; the more you want to be there,the greater chance you'll want to have a common bond.If you don't want to be there, the less likely you'll try &amp; connect.Jail, welfare line, psych ward waiting room. In a surf lineup, walking to the chairlifts, sitting on a patio @ your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111836474635291251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111836474635291251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111836474635291251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111836474635291251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/wherever-you-are-and-there-is-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111817554396215387</id><published>2005-06-07T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:19:03.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's time to take a step back and view the current employment reality from a more reasonable, rationale &amp; objective POV.  Check the ego and pride first, then proceed to break it down.01.  I currently make a reasonable salary and have favorable working hours &amp; conditions.02. I'm not stoked on the current gig enough to get super-motivated and pursue opportunities w/ higher profiles, prestige</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111817554396215387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111817554396215387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111817554396215387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111817554396215387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-its-time-to-take-step-back-and.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111814913327776015</id><published>2005-06-07T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T05:58:53.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day, another early rise and type although today I slept in a bit (it's already 5:34) but that's not bad.  My main concern of late seems to be the suckage of work.  It feels oh so SFU 92, WB 93, Dland 96, Cott 98, T 01... detect a theme much.  Replays are weak but I seem to have them on a semi-regular occurence.  what can I do differently this time around to avoid past pitfalls? although </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111814913327776015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111814913327776015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111814913327776015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111814913327776015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-day-another-early-rise-and.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111809699390608478</id><published>2005-06-06T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T15:29:53.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" I now know for certain ... the dailiness of well-spent time, the accumulation of moments that will never translate into anything but a private sense of well-being.""If there's a relief in discovering the life you most desperately dream of living, there's also a fear in discovering your soul's needs--after all, how then deny them?"--Daniel Duane, Caught Inside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111809699390608478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111809699390608478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111809699390608478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111809699390608478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-now-know-for-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111806256379910937</id><published>2005-06-06T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:11:42.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa,There's still a 5 on the clock, it's Monday morning, work is hours away and I'm awake alert and typing away @ 05:25. I actually stuck to my plan of getting up &amp; writing. Times of mellowness, introversion (lameness et al.) can be acceptable if they result in something progressive, adaptive or beneficial in some manner. Hopefully this past lame weekend was one of those times.Just like LCD </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111806256379910937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111806256379910937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111806256379910937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111806256379910937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/whoa-theres-still-5-on-clock-its.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111801761560525895</id><published>2005-06-05T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:26:55.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>unenlightened- not knowing who you are.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111801761560525895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111801761560525895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111801761560525895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111801761560525895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/unenlightened-not-knowing-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111801552080300763</id><published>2005-06-05T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:52:00.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what if?... I get up early for a week or two and pound away @ the ol' keyboard to see what happens?... I get back into the fitness game to resume where I left off now that I'm back home?... plan to f*ck off (leave of absence or not) for an extended vacation in the Fall (say mid-October).... continue to be aware of things that I'm not overly stoked about but NOt let them affect me like I sometimes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111801552080300763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111801552080300763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111801552080300763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111801552080300763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111799734623971947</id><published>2005-06-05T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T11:49:06.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This manic bipolar shit is driving me batty.  Motion sickness is settign in from all the ups &amp; down.  The Coaster has nothing on me.  How about a psychiatric amusement park: you must be this tall to ride the Emotional Rollercoaster. Or can I interest you in the Mood Swing? Crash &amp; burn like a magnesium flare.  The first few days back were so bright &amp; packed w/ fun to the max.  A week later and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111799734623971947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111799734623971947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111799734623971947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111799734623971947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-manic-bipolar-shit-is-driving-me.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111790364370424228</id><published>2005-06-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T09:47:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Climb into the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into the trees.- John MuirThe real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.-Marcel ProustIt is not every day that you walk toward a place you have never been before and feel that you are coming home.-Colin FletcherIt is not the case that we reflect on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111790364370424228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111790364370424228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111790364370424228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111790364370424228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/06/climb-into-mountains-and-get-their.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111691068049602843</id><published>2005-05-23T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:58:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>F*ck!It would appear that the Brasil 2005 thing is sorta the same deal as the 1993 Whistler thing.  Lookout 2017!everyday since...only way to stop is an everyday until...tbc</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111691068049602843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111691068049602843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111691068049602843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111691068049602843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/fck-it-would-appear-that-brasil-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111688196926248144</id><published>2005-05-23T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:59:29.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music, exercise, outdoors, *philosophy* - guess it's time to buy a hackey sack!Sound engineer, soundtrack type d00d?music therapymusic memorybrainstorm?  more of an unstable sytem passing through.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111688196926248144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111688196926248144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111688196926248144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111688196926248144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/music-exercise-outdoors-philosophy.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111662613189144229</id><published>2005-05-20T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T14:55:31.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reality TV plus Sex &amp; the City = personal blogs.Ttripe that people are fascinated by and peeps that compete for anonymous affections by casting shame, pride and most semblances of demure-ness(demureness, demurity?) aside.  They feed our voyeuristic needs.Hello!! it's all so American Psycho: boring, listless vapid monologues of the oh so cool that sums out to zero.  Ellis was a prophet.---In other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111662613189144229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111662613189144229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111662613189144229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111662613189144229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/reality-tv-plus-sex-city-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111660517067441011</id><published>2005-05-20T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:06:10.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>next up a list of the things I'll miss ( yoga, U-turns, expensive weed, a decent truck) and things I've already begun to forget (living in a hotel forever, rednecks, slow &amp; shitty drivers, driving in general)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111660517067441011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111660517067441011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111660517067441011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111660517067441011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/next-up-list-of-things-ill-miss-yoga-u.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111660507206541577</id><published>2005-05-20T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:04:32.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr HST got it bang on:"If there is, in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a visccously overcrowded version of Phoenix- a clean, well-lighted place full of sunshine and bromides and fast cars where almost everybody seems vaguely happy, except those who know in their hearts what is missing."That fully validates my Stepford Wives feeling of the superficial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111660507206541577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111660507206541577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111660507206541577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111660507206541577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/mr-hst-got-it-bang-on-if-there-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111593393736907425</id><published>2005-05-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:38:57.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What size of a pile am I looking for before I move on?  Is that even something that is preventing me from moving on, or merely an excuse.  I could buy a car, a mountain bike, make a down payment, keep plugging away getting the paycheque pile a little bit bigger, hold on to my investments and hope they grow (or break even in some cases) a bit bigger.  Another vacation, a stint volunteering </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111593393736907425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111593393736907425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111593393736907425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111593393736907425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-size-of-pile-am-i-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111574272950361667</id><published>2005-05-10T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:32:09.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a difference a day makes:no weed, no booze, some good exercise and sensible eating.  I feel like a zillion per cent better.Is there anything I know w/ more certainty than:  if I go out for some exercise I will feel better?! That statement historically has a 99.5% chance of being accurate.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111574272950361667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111574272950361667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111574272950361667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111574272950361667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-difference-day-makes-no-weed-no.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111568190360774503</id><published>2005-05-09T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T16:38:23.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.triggers.com/tcup_and_mad.htmlsomething to investigate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111568190360774503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111568190360774503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111568190360774503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111568190360774503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111566521930545667</id><published>2005-05-09T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T12:00:48.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You don't wan to die w/ potential unrealized.Youth was spent getting hammered into a round hole. why didn't anyone tell me (or realize) I was a square peg!?It's appalling how limited &amp; small my vison has been for the most part, especially during my younger years.Confidence is proportional to vison I think.Our neuroses &amp; compulsions drive our thoughts &amp; perspectiveGoethe said: be bold and mighty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111566521930545667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111566521930545667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111566521930545667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111566521930545667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-dont-wan-to-die-w-potential.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111566372453362375</id><published>2005-05-09T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:35:24.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smoke wisdom:My friends: "How come you don't have a girlfriend?"Me: "I'm saving up for a really good one"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111566372453362375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111566372453362375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111566372453362375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111566372453362375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/smoke-wisdom-my-friends-how-come-you.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111566369336574222</id><published>2005-05-09T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:34:53.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not sure where I found this, but I like:" “I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.”- Vincent Van GoghI love weekend adventures. The rush of waiting for your airplane to arrive at the gate before you head off to vacation. That joy that produces spontaneous bursts of applause by all passengers as the car exits off the highway and you know your destination is only a scant minutes away.I sit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111566369336574222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111566369336574222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111566369336574222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111566369336574222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-sure-where-i-found-this-but-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3498814.post-111566352522216233</id><published>2005-05-09T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:32:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" ...told him, and talked about other things as well, we got into a gigantic discussion about Christianity on the bus there, and he told me I ought to wear a sign on my head that said "Does not do casual f**king" to warn all those poor boys that they didn't stand a chance and shouldn't waste their time chasing me despite the fact that I was (and I quote) "smart, talented, in control of my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/feeds/111566352522216233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3498814&amp;postID=111566352522216233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111566352522216233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3498814/posts/default/111566352522216233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timshel.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>emptypoint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11766803432110044141</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
