<?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-4123752</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:29:00.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>greatblue</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;i&gt;fell in love with a bad idea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;born:&lt;/b&gt; 9.28.83, norfolk, va&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;home:&lt;/b&gt; williamsburg, va&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;politics:&lt;/b&gt; just left of center &lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;: books, music, plaid, architecture&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;: math, evil, economics, ladders&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;height:&lt;/b&gt; 6'2"&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;weight:&lt;/b&gt; 220 lbs.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;year of graduation:&lt;/b&gt; 2005&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;employed?&lt;/b&gt;: no&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;excited?&lt;/b&gt;: no</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BK</name><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>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-111570596807200695</id><published>2005-05-10T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T02:19:28.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plaid flagIt's official; my first full-length CD is finished.  It's called Plaid Flag and so named by Isaah due to my well-publicized love of my flannel jacket.  12 songs for only $5, you can't go wrong.  I personally think it's the best musical recording I've ever done on my own, and I'm really proud of the songs on the whole as well.  The tracklist is as follows:1. Space Cadet 2:442. Melissa Is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/111570596807200695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/111570596807200695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#111570596807200695' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-111041306226335494</id><published>2005-03-09T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:04:22.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*creak*Hey folks.  I know it's been a while since I updated here, but I've been so busy with other things, including potentially actual career plans, that the ol' blog(s) seem to have fallen by the wayside.  However, good friend Drew has alerted me to the absence of any Orange Drink link on the venerated sidebar.  So I fixed that, but in case you can't read the fine print, do your iPod a favor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/111041306226335494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/111041306226335494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#111041306226335494' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-110654753004544909</id><published>2005-01-24T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T01:18:50.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>attempting to re-create the old 96xSo lately I've been getting sucked into these I Love The 90s Part Deux shows, and realizing that growing up in the 90s was kinda cool.  One of the big feelings I miss is the sheer excitement of listening to the alternative rock radio station in the area for the first time, not knowing any songs, just being blown away by the vastness of it all.  We yearn for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110654753004544909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110654753004544909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#110654753004544909' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-110521203578412937</id><published>2005-01-08T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T14:20:35.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here we go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110521203578412937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110521203578412937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#110521203578412937' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-110447140427691307</id><published>2004-12-31T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:36:44.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>problems with the nature of blogsI don't like or want to write about myself.But, people like to read that sort of thing because they're voyeurs.Plus, the only time I ever feel like blogging is when I have some problem I want to vaguely hint at.  It's lame.I guess I'm just lonely.  And it's hard to complain about being lonely when just about everyone is convinced they're the loneliest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110447140427691307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110447140427691307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#110447140427691307' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-110332941581534176</id><published>2004-12-17T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T19:23:35.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new speakers  Now playing, David Usher's "Final Thoughts and the Last Day on Earth," which has a lame opening calliope number, but is actually a song that plays to his strengths at quiet, acoustic melodies.  I got a new set of speakers today, and they're letting me hear things in a fresh way.  I had forgotten how songs sound elsewhere.  Today I said goodbye to some people I may never see again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110332941581534176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110332941581534176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#110332941581534176' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-110219718973414999</id><published>2004-12-04T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:53:09.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Screw the naysayers. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110219718973414999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110219718973414999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#110219718973414999' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-110219717369919836</id><published>2004-12-04T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:52:53.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's right, bitches: whoop-ass, colonial-style. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110219717369919836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110219717369919836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#110219717369919836' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-110184221513928514</id><published>2004-11-30T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:16:55.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>answers1. "Oh, my head aches from each night we lie and fight in your bed" Better Than Ezra, "Mercy"2. "She talks to her television, changing channels with her mind" Seven Mary Three, "Zeroes and Ones"3. "Moving on the floor now babe, you're a bird of paradise" Duran Duran, "Rio"4. "So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun, these people ain't seen a brown-skinned man since their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110184221513928514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110184221513928514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#110184221513928514' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-110121638585679409</id><published>2004-11-23T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T08:26:25.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's early and there is work to be doneHere's a quiz for those of you bored like me, or at least putting off work.  I'm going to put the first line of a song up and you're going to tell me what song it is.  The person with the most correct answers gets something neat.  Readygo.1. "Oh, my head aches from each night we lie and fight in your bed"2. "She talks to her television, changing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110121638585679409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110121638585679409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#110121638585679409' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-110049842010092833</id><published>2004-11-15T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T01:00:20.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another random iTunes postI've been without music all weekend due to a nasty ear infection, so I thought I'd start the music again with a commemorative post.  No editing, just the truth:1. Relevant - "Plastic Lies"2. Better Than Ezra - "Wallflower"3. Tenacious D - "Sex Supreme"4. Something Corporate - "Babies of the 80s" (this is possibly the worst song ever written)5. Miles Davis - "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110049842010092833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/110049842010092833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#110049842010092833' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109969535477179253</id><published>2004-11-05T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T17:55:54.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate being beat to the punchclick the picture, sent to me by a certain R. Bauder</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109969535477179253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109969535477179253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109969535477179253' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109864780958423716</id><published>2004-10-24T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T15:59:40.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you got servedLast night's setlist:1. The Face of the Earth (Dismemberment Plan)2. Where's The Remote? (Weekly Reunion/Small-Town Dogma)3. Melissa Is Sick4. Downagain5. Space Cadet (new song, written yesterday afternoon!)6. Mapp v. Ohio (slightly less new song, written the day before)7. Ducktales (blast you, Neilans!)8. Sonnet To Silence (Panoramics)I was going to do "Only When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109864780958423716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109864780958423716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109864780958423716' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109824807592854302</id><published>2004-10-20T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T00:54:35.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>onto my love rocket climbPrepare to behold the geniusI don't know why I update this thing if I don't put the link anywhere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109824807592854302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109824807592854302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109824807592854302' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109799330782275409</id><published>2004-10-17T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T02:09:55.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the alarming trendI should name a band "The Alarming Trend."  I need to start a band.  I need to get over a teeny heartbreak.  I need to write more songs.  I need to write more interesting songs.  I need to stop using my blog as a way to passively-aggressively vent.  Homecoming was fun, though.  The Presidents were good.  I need to sleep and shake this funk.playing...: Matt Sharp - "Just Like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109799330782275409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109799330782275409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109799330782275409' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109756052627200754</id><published>2004-10-12T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T01:55:26.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as per julia's requestNot sure what I'm going to update with.  I have spent the last three days battling a cold and recording some new music with the plethora of musical equipment I find in my room.  I borrowed Forte's bass (and stupidly decided to walk it back from Ludwell) and have been playing that rather obsessively.  I did, however, get two songs onto the drawing boards.  The first one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109756052627200754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109756052627200754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109756052627200754' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109644223957755987</id><published>2004-09-28T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T03:17:19.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blackjackthere i go, down the path of debauchery...What you see there is me drinking my first beer, purchased for me by Mr. Kevin Kilroy.    It was rather bitter, and I have to be honest and say I didn't enjoy it that much.  I did, however, finish it as a matter of honor.  After all, it was my 21st birthday, and without a beverage of a particular sort, it's just another birthday.  I'm going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109644223957755987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109644223957755987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109644223957755987' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109617234760182834</id><published>2004-09-26T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T00:19:07.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy crap.  That's a harmonica.  Man.So much has been going on that I don't really feel like writing about it.  Busch Gardens yesterday.  Softball today.  Parents tomorrow.  Wilco Monday.  Birthday Tuesday.  Zoiks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109617234760182834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109617234760182834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109617234760182834' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109600183028649998</id><published>2004-09-24T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T00:57:10.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stolen from wes (who stole it from cotter), as all good things areTime for another "be honest about what's on your playlist" post.  These are always fun.  Let's do 20.1. Aaron Albin - "An MP3 of Ugh"2. Saves The Day - "Third Engine"3. Wesley Willis - "Bill Clinton"4. Ted Leo and the Pharmacists - "Tell Balgeary, Balgury is Dead"5. Wilco - "Nothing'severgonnastandinmyway(again)"6. Better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109600183028649998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109600183028649998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109600183028649998' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109538118671363603</id><published>2004-09-16T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T20:33:06.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acuff-roseI must be going soft in my old age.  Today I looked at the CDs I've most recently bought, and overwhelmingly, they're alt-country (or "y'allternative") records.  I used to shy away from twang whenever I heard it, but now I find myself enjoying it.  Here's the progression:(I count the Wallflowers and Gin Blossoms as having some place in this lineage, but I'll leave them out for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109538118671363603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109538118671363603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109538118671363603' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109513769362951535</id><published>2004-09-14T01:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T00:54:53.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cam-whoring!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109513769362951535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109513769362951535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109513769362951535' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109504817723107547</id><published>2004-09-12T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T00:02:57.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>home sweet homeWell, the weekend wasn't as bad as I thought.  If you didn't already know, I went home this weekend for the Association of Young Journalists Beach Weekend conference/workshop thing.  Brianne from the Pilot, with whom I worked over the summer, put it together and convinced me I should come, so I did.  The meetings and whatnot were in the Beacon building back home in Virginia Beach</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109504817723107547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109504817723107547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109504817723107547' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109469424856198227</id><published>2004-09-08T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T17:54:33.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Melissa Is Sick"Whoo hoo!  I wrote my first song of the year, and I think it's pretty good.  I'm definitely trying to channel Wes here, so let me know if you think it sounds too derivative, or if you can tell at all.  Just drop me a comment, I'd love to hear what you think.  Oh, and it's inspired by my friend Melissa, who seems to have a bit of a cold.Melissa Is Sickright-click, save as..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109469424856198227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109469424856198227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109469424856198227' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109450279762144507</id><published>2004-09-06T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:33:17.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best idea ever.I admit to semi-stealing the photoblog concept from Abigail, but I will probably get back to occasional text-type posts soon.  I think the brief trough of the weekend is over and we'll be picking up speed again soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109450279762144507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109450279762144507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109450279762144507' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109381155393442934</id><published>2004-08-29T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T16:32:33.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't know where this comes from, but whoever did it is a genius.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109381155393442934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109381155393442934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109381155393442934' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109323308854862238</id><published>2004-08-22T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T23:51:28.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on topI write to you tonight from my brand-new dorm room in lovely Williamsburg, Virginia.  I had forgotten I'm totally in love with this town.  It makes me kind of lame and uncool, trendy as it is to wish you were somewhere else.  I spent several hours today walking around campus and the colonial area, and I couldn't have been happier.  Had a chance to see some people I really wanted to see, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109323308854862238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109323308854862238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109323308854862238' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109263623579275674</id><published>2004-08-16T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T02:12:40.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it'salmostovernowalmostovernowHey there, it's Captain Sporadic, back with a vengeance.  The Fuselage has started and sputtered to a stop for now, but I expect to get back on it when school starts up.  I feel the need to wipe my hard drive and start over, but good Lord would that be an undertaking.  Gigs of music, 3500 digital pictures, all sorts of things would need to be backed up.  Yikes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109263623579275674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109263623579275674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109263623579275674' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109114439843955454</id><published>2004-07-29T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T19:39:58.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>give me something i can use, not this dirty laundryHey guys.  I know I've been bad about blogging lately, mainly because I've again lapsed into a mode where I think it's silly to update everyone on my life.  So there's this girl I really like, and...Right.This being said, today I completed my first real no-kidding journalistic interview, with public relations from Krispy Kreme.  I'm writing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109114439843955454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109114439843955454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109114439843955454' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-109053312467278936</id><published>2004-07-22T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T17:52:04.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> This is the sound of men everywhere raising their standards.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109053312467278936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/109053312467278936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#109053312467278936' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108865917150174499</id><published>2004-07-01T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T01:19:31.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>less than you thinkI ended up going with the Ibanez (the first one listed below) and I love it.  The band seemed appreciative, which is cool since I figured they'd overwhelmingly prefer I buy the Les Paul.  Despite my crappy amp, it sounded good, too.  Now the pressure is on to buy a new amp, but spending that much money in a short period of time makes me a little nervous.I bought the new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108865917150174499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108865917150174499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108865917150174499' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108829715947052725</id><published>2004-06-26T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T20:45:59.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thisorthis?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108829715947052725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108829715947052725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108829715947052725' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108804634445480991</id><published>2004-06-23T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T23:08:26.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Businessman, philanthropist Zane Showker dies at 78That's Showker on the left, former JMU president Carrier in the middle, and a very young-looking me in front of PC Dukes in August 2001. This isn't news for a lot of people, but I feel like I should say that when I briefly met this guy, he was a really nice, decent man.  He glowed with a wiseness.  Plus, his name was Zane.Wes: "If Dr. Rose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108804634445480991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108804634445480991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108804634445480991' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108770430616276996</id><published>2004-06-20T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T00:05:06.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>smatteringTwo big things to talk about.  First:President Sullivan is retiring at the end of the 2004-2005 academic year. While I'm glad he's going to wait another year before stepping down, so I can finish my time at W&amp;M under his wing, I am more than curious as to what propelled his decision.  According to the laudatory wm.edu website, a lot of fantastic things happened during his tenure.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108770430616276996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108770430616276996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108770430616276996' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108727326861238791</id><published>2004-06-15T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T00:21:08.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elk Grove Unified School District v. Newdow [02-1624]4th and 1.  The Supreme Court punts.I honestly don't care too terribly much about which way this case goes.  As an adult now (eek), the Pledge of Allegiance doesn't pop up too much.  But I wish the Court had made some decision.  As I understand it, typically the Court decides if the petitioner has standing before hearing oral arguments.  In</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108727326861238791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108727326861238791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108727326861238791' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108632311765233144</id><published>2004-06-04T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T00:25:17.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>never thought i'd let a rumor ruin my moonlightI am totally in love with this Killers song for no good reason.  "Somebody told me that you had a boyfriend / who looked like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year / it's not confidential / but i've got potential / for rushing around."Also on my song-love list: "Under The Milky Way" by The Church.  I got a whole bunch of Donnie Darko </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108632311765233144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108632311765233144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108632311765233144' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108578875771915746</id><published>2004-05-28T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T19:59:17.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remind MeThis is a fun music video, and the song isn't interminable either.Isometrics WHAT!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108578875771915746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108578875771915746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108578875771915746' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108562479809695108</id><published>2004-05-26T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:26:38.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from the mixed up files of mister nathan cotterRules:1. Take five books off your bookshelf.2. Book #1 -- first sentence3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph""Cheyenne Mountain sits on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108562479809695108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108562479809695108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108562479809695108' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108552849214534421</id><published>2004-05-25T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T19:41:32.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five mayors unite for TV ad pitching baseball ticketsI don't care what Chris Moretti says, I think this is going to happen.  $1 rides on this, and I'm confident it will be mine.  This will be great for the area, build regionalism, blah blah.  I'm just excited. I don't even like baseball.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108552849214534421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108552849214534421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108552849214534421' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108535890468010332</id><published>2004-05-23T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:35:04.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>digSo I was going through some old files on my computer, and I found some poems I had written a while ago.  Thoughts?one single lightthe only milepost on the horizonglitter in the salty waterglass of the world----(4.17.01)the sun is blue with hazeyour face is blurred with thoughtand yet my moon’s new phasemust learn from what you brought:the hazy raining light of daywhich somehow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108535890468010332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108535890468010332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108535890468010332' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108501319695836543</id><published>2004-05-19T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T20:33:16.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slippery Slop - The maddening "slippery slope" argument against gay marriage. By Dahlia Lithwick: "In a superb dialogue on gay marriage in Slate, Andrew Sullivan, responding to David Frum, makes this point eloquently: 'The precise challenge for morally serious people is to make rational distinctions between what is arbitrary and what is essential in important social institutions. ... If you want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108501319695836543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108501319695836543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108501319695836543' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108474116983517081</id><published>2004-05-16T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T16:59:29.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Skyscraper Museum: VIVAVIVA stands for Virtual Index to the Virtual Archives.  It's not terribly complete yet, but there is potential here for some very interesting work. So far, it's a 3D map of Manhattan that you can explore by clicking on buildings and looking at photographs and maps and whatnot.  If you're a skyscraper nerd (like me) or a map nerd (also like me) then I recommend you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108474116983517081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108474116983517081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108474116983517081' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108469081498999978</id><published>2004-05-16T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T03:04:07.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>According to someone's journal, we're supposed to copy this and bold the ones we've read.  I feel like I'm going to disappoint myself here.BeowulfAchebe, Chinua - Things Fall ApartAgee, James - A Death in the FamilyAusten, Jane - Pride and PrejudiceBaldwin, James - Go Tell It on the MountainBeckett, Samuel - Waiting for GodotBellow, Saul - The Adventures of Augie MarchBronte, Charlotte -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108469081498999978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108469081498999978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108469081498999978' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108456763228332199</id><published>2004-05-14T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T16:47:12.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VDOT abandons its plan to repave I-64All I can say is: thank you Lord.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108456763228332199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108456763228332199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108456763228332199' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108442636211120592</id><published>2004-05-13T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T01:32:42.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LogoServer - Basketball Logos - GBA-Global Basketball AllianceJust imagine some kid begging his father to buy him a North Alabama Swampers t-shirt.  I mean, come on.  The Knoxville Smokey Goats.  The Macon Bacon.  What else do you need?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108442636211120592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108442636211120592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108442636211120592' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108434130912513383</id><published>2004-05-12T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T02:12:49.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fire HATE sprawl!Note the surrounding forest is untouched.Natural disasters are getting environmentally savvy.In other news, things here at William and Mary are wrapping up.  I can't help feeling a little lonely as everyone says their goodbyes, but it'd be selfish of me to ask for the same.  At any rate, I have one more exam tomorrow morning, then it's time to pack up and head home.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108434130912513383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108434130912513383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108434130912513383' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108430170592773614</id><published>2004-05-11T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T14:55:05.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TIME - Joe Klein - The Perils of a Righteous PresidentI'd never read Joe Klein's columns before, but I like this one a lot.  It's reasonable and balanced; plus, it reaches a new perspective.  It's unfortunate that it probably won't change any hard-line conservative minds, but that's their loss.  Hopefully our next set of leaders (whether in November 2004 or 2008) will have the good sense to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108430170592773614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108430170592773614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108430170592773614' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108423496691407589</id><published>2004-05-10T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T20:22:46.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CNN.com - Turkey to build Bosporus tunnel - May 9, 2004Score.  Combine this with the Gibraltar rail tunnel, and all you need at this point is a Bering Strait rail tunnel to take trains all the way around the world.  I can't begin to imagine how long that would take, but HOLY CRAP.  That'd be awesome.  We can't even seem to get the Third Crossing of some measly river accomplished over here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108423496691407589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108423496691407589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108423496691407589' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108399119733605067</id><published>2004-05-08T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T00:44:18.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NFL - Power Rankings, in case you were distracted by something lame like the NBA playoffs or Major League BaseballRemember, MLB's lameness decreases significantly if they award Norfolk a franchise.I like this power ranking because it's really favorable to the Seahawks, who are the victims of a long-standing negative media bias.  It's convenient for me to say that, but I don't think anyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108399119733605067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108399119733605067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108399119733605067' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108381660372070555</id><published>2004-05-06T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T01:34:57.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>White Light Rock &amp; Roll ReviewHell yes, says I.  About time.Also: made some minor changes to the informative sidebar to the left.  I actually use those links myself, which isn't what I originally added them for.  For some reason, I don't have New York Times or Slate on my Internet Explorer Favorites list because I'm lazy, but I come here and follow the links.  I'm a self-serving fool, it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108381660372070555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108381660372070555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108381660372070555' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108374374108875886</id><published>2004-05-05T03:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T03:59:59.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>top ten albums, because it's late and i'm boredNot "of all time," but "in my collection."The Rentals, Seven More MinutesI Mother Earth, Blue Green OrangeMoist, Mercedes Five and Dime...And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead, Source Tags and CodesWilco, SummerteethThe Smashing Pumpkins, AdoreBeck, MutationsBetter Than Ezra, How Does Your Garden Grow?The Dismemberment Plan, Emergency</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108374374108875886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108374374108875886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108374374108875886' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108365566845337036</id><published>2004-05-04T03:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T03:31:40.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Click for a .mov movie (quicktime required)I'm all for self-deprecating humor, but it's not just Bush we're laughing at here.  Absolutely scathing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108365566845337036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108365566845337036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108365566845337036' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108344618940986605</id><published>2004-05-01T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T17:20:42.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dispatches from the Supreme CourtThe first paragraph of this article is funny, because five days later, the following happens:Oh, the irony....A premonition?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108344618940986605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108344618940986605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108344618940986605' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108343226902022342</id><published>2004-05-01T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T13:28:42.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Norfolk Baseball CompanyI would love it if this happened, and I don't even care for baseball very much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108343226902022342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108343226902022342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108343226902022342' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108330775460760086</id><published>2004-04-30T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T02:53:25.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eight Things Democrats And Republicans Need To ChangeHmmm...I can't support them wholeheartedly (since they do seem to lean a little more to the left than I do), but this piece is genius, and almost too sensible.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108330775460760086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108330775460760086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108330775460760086' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108330714602339714</id><published>2004-04-30T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T02:43:16.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure about this, but read it anywayThis is interesting, and anyone who knows my politics knows that any publication called The Moderate Independent will at least get me to look at it.  It seems a little Drudge-y and alarmist at first, but it does raise some documented points.  And I didn't see any exclamation points.I hate it when Drudge uses exclamation points.Drudge sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108330714602339714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108330714602339714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108330714602339714' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108320889254523575</id><published>2004-04-28T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T23:25:42.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so let's seeI was going to write a whole long thing about how life has been going, emotional ups and downs, does anyone really care, et cetera.  But I realize that by making these things public, I am subject to scrutiny.  Furthermore, since only a handful of people admit to reading this, and almost certainly more people read it but do not own up to it, complaining about issues wouldn't yield </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108320889254523575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108320889254523575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108320889254523575' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108296506552305431</id><published>2004-04-26T03:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T03:41:51.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>substance, barelyOnly stolen from Nate Cotter because a) he's the man, and b) it's not the usual type of survey.  God help me as I slip back into irrelevance.1. A song from the last record you bought:"All at Once" - Pete Yorn, from Day I Forgot2. A blues:"Things We Do" - Indigenous3. A song that gets you going in the morning: "Naked Girl" - The Velvet Teen4. A song that you think is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108296506552305431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108296506552305431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108296506552305431' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108295611991225174</id><published>2004-04-26T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T01:12:45.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Black and Blue AlbumIt was bound to happen.  The hype surrounding DJ Danger Mouse's They Grey Album (a combination of Jay-Z's isolated vocals from his Black Album and cut-up samples from the Beatles' White Album) was eventually going to yield a parody.  Behold the bastard child of Jay-Z and Weezer.  It's a lot more accessible than Grey because there isn't nearly as much cutting up of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108295611991225174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108295611991225174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108295611991225174' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108148703505181147</id><published>2004-04-09T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T01:07:38.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I Want For ChristmasThis is the real answer to Hampton Roads' traffic problems.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108148703505181147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108148703505181147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108148703505181147' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108136991546710747</id><published>2004-04-07T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T16:35:36.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ABCNEWS.com : John Woo Exploring 'Metroid' FilmOh jeez.  I'm not sure what to say about this.  I hate to say it, but it all depends on who writes it, and who plays Samus.  John Woo could probably make a good flick with the right material, but we know how video game movies usually go.Don't hold your breath.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108136991546710747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108136991546710747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108136991546710747' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-108062800634809564</id><published>2004-03-30T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T01:30:16.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zipdecode, courtesy of ben fryThis amuses me way more than I'd like to admit.  Wheee.  Thanks, MIT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108062800634809564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/108062800634809564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#108062800634809564' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107994318980695646</id><published>2004-03-22T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T03:16:29.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Iraqi-Born Woman Wins Pritzker Architecture AwardSubscription may be required.An interesting choice on the architecture field's highest honor.  Once again, I claim no expertise on the topic, since I've only studied it at my own leisure, but I think it's at least an interesting coincidence that the award goes to an Iraqi woman this year.Not that she's not deserving.  Judging only from the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107994318980695646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107994318980695646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107994318980695646' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107993751349740164</id><published>2004-03-22T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T01:41:52.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Historic Ghirardelli Square attracts new ownersA little tidbit about the changing face of one of my favorite cities.  While I'm at it, here's a list of my favorite big cities:1. Boston (because it's smaller than most big cities, but still has the urban feel)2. San Francisco (a great city in the WORST possible location for one)3. New York (The City)4. Washington (preplanning at its finest, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107993751349740164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107993751349740164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107993751349740164' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107975824734129681</id><published>2004-03-19T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T23:54:03.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mayonaiseI think I may have eaten mayonnaise over Spring Break unintentionally.  I don't know what it tastes like, so if anyone could help me out, I'd like to know.  I'm like a vegetarian, except I don't eat mayonnaise.  Clearly I've been dealt one of the crappiest soapboxes ever.  I'll hop off.Meanwhile, in a town a little closer to Coherenceville:  I thought I'd say hi to everyone who is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107975824734129681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107975824734129681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107975824734129681' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107843634118502663</id><published>2004-03-04T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T16:41:57.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CNN.com - Godzilla taking a break -- for now - Mar. 4, 2004It's only a matter of time.  Where's the love for Rodan?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107843634118502663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107843634118502663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107843634118502663' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107842539495204747</id><published>2004-03-04T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T13:39:35.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mark Rosenfelder is my hero.He's also notably more concise and conversational than I am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107842539495204747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107842539495204747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107842539495204747' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107837761337845426</id><published>2004-03-04T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T00:25:42.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah, soI got tired of my political preachings being at the top of this thing, so here's an update.  I know you're reading this.  You're just not admitting to it. ("It's Just That Simple" by Wilco is playing at the moment, what a great twangy tune this is.)Yesterday was one of the more interesting days of the semester thus far.  It was going to be a busy-as-all-hell day, with class at 9:30, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107837761337845426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107837761337845426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107837761337845426' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107769572767340112</id><published>2004-02-25T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T02:59:51.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you won't read this, but here it is anywayU.S. Constitution - Amendment XIVandU.S. Constitution - Article IVandfrom the Defense of Marriage Act, 1996It seems to me that the Defense of Marriage Act is unconstitutional.  Not only does it (and any state law prohibiting homosexual marriages) deny the constitutional right of citizens for equal protection under the law (Fourteenth Amendment), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107769572767340112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107769572767340112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107769572767340112' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107767445933463997</id><published>2004-02-24T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:03:44.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Better?David introduced this to me recently, and it again amuses me.  It's goal is to determine, out of all the things in the universe, which thing is the best.  So far, the top ten:1. Sex2. A Sense of Humor3. Love4. Monty Python and the Holy Grail5. The World6. Natalie Portman7. Free Money8. Having Lungs9. Unlimited Wealth10. SeductionThe bottom ten:19813: Hunger19814: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107767445933463997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107767445933463997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107767445933463997' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107765762626640556</id><published>2004-02-24T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:23:11.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Orange Drink MessageboardMy good buddy and future indie-rock-pop-folk-punk-hip-hop pioneer Drew Fernando has revamped his band's message board to make it much easier to discuss stuff.  I've already posted two long treatises on current events.  The board itself seems poised to transcend the band, though, and accomplish something I've wanted to do for some time.I'm a very fortunate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107765762626640556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107765762626640556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107765762626640556' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107740722997624263</id><published>2004-02-21T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T18:49:50.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isabel claims another victimMan.  Memories of some of my first concerts come from the Boathouse.  I've seen Finger Eleven, Chevelle, Our Lady Peace, and a few others there.  There was really a thrill about being 16, going downtown without your parents for the first time, and seeing a concert.  We have the Norva now, but the Boathouse just has that gritty, rebellious feel that we're going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107740722997624263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107740722997624263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107740722997624263' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107739603046088884</id><published>2004-02-21T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T15:43:11.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is not about The Issues.  This is about The Hair.Political reporting at its finest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107739603046088884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107739603046088884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107739603046088884' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107739550129296378</id><published>2004-02-21T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T15:34:21.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tenI've decided to revisit my top ten albums of 2003 after having a little longer to dwell on the later releases of the year.1) The Mars Volta, De-loused in the Comatorium2) Matthew Good, Avalanche3) The Postal Service, Give Up4) Radiohead, Hail to the Thief5) Interpol, Turn On The Bright Lights6) The Darkness, Permission to Land7) Zwan, Mary, Star of the Sea8) I Mother Earth, The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107739550129296378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107739550129296378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107739550129296378' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107723576805690153</id><published>2004-02-19T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:12:06.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being me,I was unable to resist.  These are the states I remember having visited. create your own visited states mapIncluding the states my parents tell me I've visited, it would look more like this:create your own visited states mapI am the hugest nerd, but I have a rapidly swelling left eye, so it's okay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107723576805690153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107723576805690153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107723576805690153' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107719983829125290</id><published>2004-02-19T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T09:14:03.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Group proposes rebuilding Twin TowersThis is ridiculous.  In 1998, the family went to New York and we went to the top of the World Trade Center, and sure, the view was breaktaking.  But let's be serious.  Iconic, yes.  Famous, yes.  But given the chance to start over, would we really build those things again?  Minoru Yamasaki, the architect of the WTC (as well as the Federal Reserve Bank in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107719983829125290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107719983829125290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107719983829125290' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107678406916401359</id><published>2004-02-14T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T13:43:40.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Don't forget to finish your Filet o' Fish...Dragonmaster."Triumph the Insult Comic dog channeling Kaveh before the release of Attack of the Clones.  This is pretty funny, but a little long.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107678406916401359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107678406916401359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107678406916401359' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107665583499459773</id><published>2004-02-13T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:48:15.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>consideryourselfMy mom teaches civics at my old middle school.  This particular middle school is set apart from most in that it's very small and everyone knows each other.  I keep in touch with almost half of my eighth grade class (which was, in total, 50 kids).  She called tonight and told me that the graduation committee wants me to be the keynote speaker at the graduation this June.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107665583499459773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107665583499459773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107665583499459773' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107664536158126515</id><published>2004-02-12T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:11:50.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bush in 41.2 SecondsOh yes.  Oh yes.Now Playing: Wilco, "I Thought I Held You"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107664536158126515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107664536158126515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107664536158126515' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-10765403311040830</id><published>2004-02-11T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T18:01:18.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird Crap Dan Rather SaysI was hugely amused by this, after doing some research as to why that R.E.M. song is called "What's the Frequency, Kenneth?"  Good song, and some interesting quotes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/10765403311040830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/10765403311040830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#10765403311040830' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107647924521849435</id><published>2004-02-11T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T01:03:12.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>re-beardingToday wasn't too too bad.  Three classes, a nap, a meal, a meeting, and a musical jam session with Andrew and Kate.  Good times were had by all.  Between the meal and the meeting, I shaved my beard so that I might grow anew for Beard Fortnight.  Yes, it's ridiculous, but hey.  If nothing exciting or passionate is going to happen in my life, I might as well make it happen myself.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107647924521849435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107647924521849435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107647924521849435' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107639017800541833</id><published>2004-02-10T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T00:18:43.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>isn't he cuteAndrew: this is a leap year!?Me: yeah dudeAndrew: AWESOME!!!Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November.  All the rest have thirty-one, except February, which has 28, or in leap years 29.  That's how I learned it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107639017800541833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107639017800541833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107639017800541833' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107631012665068055</id><published>2004-02-09T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T02:04:30.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>additionsI added a Guestmap with a few entries to show you my geographical life story.  I'm thinking about adding other things, like places I've visited and such, to fill it up, since I doubt many people will actually sign.  Check the bar on the left.Kat Brieger promoted me back from Blogs that Suck to Blogs that Rock.  I am honored.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107631012665068055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107631012665068055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107631012665068055' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107630310135130558</id><published>2004-02-09T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T00:07:25.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>P-Unit: "Generic Rap Song"This is done by the cousin of a guy I knew when I was at JMU... I sound like you fed the cookie monster broccoli.Ha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107630310135130558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107630310135130558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107630310135130558' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107629134817870561</id><published>2004-02-08T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T20:51:31.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sidewalk drawings in PerspectiveThis is insane.  Thanks to Asif.  I do wish, however, that there were also pictures taken from the "incorrect" perspective.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107629134817870561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107629134817870561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107629134817870561' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107627156257070956</id><published>2004-02-08T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T15:21:45.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Eyesore of the MonthI hope to include little things about my various interests in here, including architecture, planning, music, books, newspapers, sports, well, basically anything.  This link is from a guy in upstate New York who has written several books on how post-war American development lacks the good taste and character of the first part of the century.  The Eyesore in question is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107627156257070956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107627156257070956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107627156257070956' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107626604906413414</id><published>2004-02-08T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T13:49:52.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHIN WAR!You want your weapons of mass destruction, Mr. President: here they are.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107626604906413414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107626604906413414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107626604906413414' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107623147206455266</id><published>2004-02-08T04:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T04:13:35.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't call it a comebackI've decided to fire up the blog again for a few reasons. 1. I'm tired of playing with the profile space to fit pertinent (and impertinent) links I want to share.2. I have been spending entirely too much time with SimCity 4 and Madden 2003 lately.  I need a new unhealthy hobby.3. I really enjoy tinkering with the HTML templates and doing that sort of thing.  I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107623147206455266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107623147206455266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107623147206455266' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107623066488211401</id><published>2004-02-08T03:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T04:00:07.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Maven: Blog CommentsAn almost Chomsky-like take on blog comments and threading.  Worth at least a cursory look-over.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107623066488211401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107623066488211401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107623066488211401' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-107622769900444326</id><published>2004-02-08T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T03:14:42.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the archiveYou live in Hampton Roads if..., Virginian-Pilot feature (with Danielle Solomon), 10 April 2002Hooters not quaint enough for Williamsburg taste, Flat Hat column, 29 August 2003Local college paper battles censorship, Flat Hat column, 31 October 2003Trial tests integrity of American values, Flat Hat column, 21 November 2003musicSmall-Town Dogma: main website/music page: literate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107622769900444326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/107622769900444326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#107622769900444326' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106931177201264795</id><published>2003-11-20T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T02:03:28.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what i've been up againstKat suggested this, and even though I don't publicize this link much anymore, I thought I'd share the setlists from the last few shows I've played, for her benefit, if no one else's.Daily Grind, Oct. 15th1-only when you're gone2-trebuchet3-shadowfalls4-poor places (a wilco cover)5-surrender6-selfish7-the fine art of falling apart (a matthew good band cover)8-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106931177201264795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106931177201264795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106931177201264795' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106608969922402744</id><published>2003-10-13T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T20:01:39.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>disaster strikesNot really.  But Andrew and I had a chance to have a decent chat, and I'm coming to the conclusion that I'm quite hopeless.  As much as I advocate taking complete control of your life (and something I did/do reasonably often), I think I have to accept now that there are certain things that I cannot control.  And naturally, these things are the most troublesome.  Of course, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106608969922402744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106608969922402744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106608969922402744' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106489783215902219</id><published>2003-09-30T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T04:24:54.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>years agoSeptember 29th is in some ways more significant to me than September 28th.  For one major reason; that being the decision I made to transfer to William and Mary was on 9/29/2001.  That alone changed a lot of the views I had on how one should operate.  I took about a year to get back to that mindset, and I think I'm almost there.  [flagrant edit]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106489783215902219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106489783215902219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106489783215902219' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106411965696022453</id><published>2003-09-21T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T00:47:36.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thoughtsMan.  This "being-exiled-from-school" thing makes a guy bored.  And when a guy gets bored, he fires up the old blog.  *blows dust off Internet*.I dunno.  I could go into the details of the weekend (really more like half a week) I've split between Harrisonburg and Charlottesville, but they're very similar to previous weekends in such places.  Notable goings-on?  Pieces, starring a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106411965696022453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106411965696022453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106411965696022453' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106383028362614934</id><published>2003-09-17T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T16:24:43.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>till we both wash away in the rainWellllllllll...So yesterday was a unique day for a number of reasons.  I woke up early enough to catch breakfast and do my reading for my linguistics course.  Went to linguistics class.  Out by 11:am, so I ran some errands.  Food Lion for some random crap (so I could weather the hurricane with some creature comforts), then the guitar shop for a new set of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106383028362614934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106383028362614934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106383028362614934' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106290474872383108</id><published>2003-09-06T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T23:19:08.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't it amazing anything's accomplishedwhen the little sensation gets in your way?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106290474872383108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106290474872383108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106290474872383108' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106261853062524622</id><published>2003-09-03T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T15:48:50.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About 15 years ago...1. I lived in a house with imposing columns in Fairfax County, Virginia.2. Was the finest Ikari Warriors player on Swift Court.3. Had pledged my heart to one Lisa Mendise, who later moved to Mississippi and I never heard from again.4. Saw the George Bush I inauguration.5. Learned in school on an Apple II from a duck named Gretchen.About 10 years ago...1. Was obsessed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106261853062524622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106261853062524622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106261853062524622' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106244736027675939</id><published>2003-09-01T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T16:16:00.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why i'm sad i'm in williamsburg tonightTonight is the last show the Dismemberment Plan will ever play.  Having seen them twice already, I don't have to lament that I never got to see them before they broke up (COUGHPUMPKINSCOUGHBENFOLDSFIVECOUGHMGBCOUGH), but still I will regret missing what will hopefully go down as a hugely important watershed in innovative rock music.  Kaveh and I discussed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106244736027675939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106244736027675939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106244736027675939' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106230501601823916</id><published>2003-08-31T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T00:50:47.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's frightening how nervous she makes me.  But it's surely a gift that something so simple can make my day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106230501601823916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106230501601823916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106230501601823916' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106212939262906480</id><published>2003-08-28T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T23:56:32.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>humNothing really to say.  I fixed that open-ended italics tag that was making everything slanted.  Tomorrow is Friday.  Made my first trip to Swem this semester, did my Philosophy work.  I'm going to own this school by the end of the year, or at least that's the plan.  And I'm hoping I can break the trend of mysterious anonymous posters sometime soon.  It's getting a little irritating.  As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106212939262906480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106212939262906480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106212939262906480' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123752.post-106178717870435091</id><published>2003-08-25T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T23:54:36.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>only because asif did it~*BaSiCs*~Name: Ben KennedyNicknames: er... Haus, Blue, The Great Bluedini, that's about it.Birthday: 9/28/83Sign (Zodiac): LibraSex: MaleLocation: Williamsburg, VAHeight: 6'2"Eye Color: BrownHair Color: BrownShoe Size: 13Do you have any pets?: Vermillion, recently deceased.  A fish.Favorites:-Food: Sandwiches of many types (particularly ham and cheese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106178717870435091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123752/posts/default/106178717870435091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greatblue.blogspot.com/index.html#106178717870435091' title=''/><author><name>BK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
