<?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-3880783</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:48:09.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>relaps</title><subtitle type='html'>an unorganized blurry view</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-4430219235983972951</id><published>2009-07-28T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:05:41.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the repercussions for capitalist idealism can and will implicate your conscience on many levels.  i write this, with the presupposition that you do believe in good and evil.  recklessly, i leave to chance that your concept of good and evil are based on common sense, a rather evasively slippery constant.  if you have had the good fortune of experiencing the fruits of my society in 20 and 21st </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/4430219235983972951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/4430219235983972951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2009_07_26_archive.html#4430219235983972951' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-111635348370784299</id><published>2005-05-17T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:11:23.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has come to my attention that the world is raising up a generation with a false sense of entitlement.  this dangerous perspective is producing angry people who expect to receive what they have not earned and seek to take what does not belong to them.  they are an impatient people who honestly believe that they are not.  they expect their neighbors to share their harvests when they took no part</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/111635348370784299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/111635348370784299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111635348370784299' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-110620193008256243</id><published>2005-01-19T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T00:18:50.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i previously expressed my promotion of tolerence.  i wish to clarify my stance on tolerance.  it has become clear that there is a group of people who believe that thier government should not tolerate intolerance.  i heard on the radio today that there was federal investigation on an automobile manslaughter charge which involved one caucasion party and one "african american" (what a stupid term) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/110620193008256243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/110620193008256243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110620193008256243' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-107304275405981617</id><published>2004-01-02T05:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T05:33:04.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>patience\Pa"tience\, n. [F. patience, fr. L. patientia. See Patient.] 1. The state or quality of being patient; the power of suffering with fortitude; uncomplaining endurance of evils or wrongs, as toil, pain, poverty, insult, oppression, calamity, etc2. The act or power of calmly or contentedly waiting for something due or hoped for; forbearance.Usage: Patience implies the quietness or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/107304275405981617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/107304275405981617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107304275405981617' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-107251752529849654</id><published>2003-12-27T03:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T03:33:31.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you choose to stay home for entertainment, that has a huge effect on your social situation.  if you have friends who like to go out for fun you may not spend near as much time with them as you might otherwise be.  and what about people who just don't like the same music as you?  or don't dress the same as you?  is it possible we are more judgemental than we thought?  we may take great leaps to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/107251752529849654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/107251752529849654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107251752529849654' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-107251687096061221</id><published>2003-12-27T03:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T03:22:37.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it possible our identities are determined by the way we choose to consume?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/107251687096061221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/107251687096061221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107251687096061221' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-107135107084609797</id><published>2003-12-13T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T15:32:19.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>house cleaning is some sort of seductive psychological mind game on gender roles and foreplay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/107135107084609797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/107135107084609797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107135107084609797' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-106970954409003541</id><published>2003-11-24T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T15:33:07.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so here i am reading some article about whether the universe will contract after expanding or just explode or something.  and there were two guys, one said it would start contracting and the other said it wouldn't.  am i the only one that it bothers that both guys are readily assuming that the expansion of the universe is fact and true even beyond that!?  i mean first of all how could we POSSIBLY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106970954409003541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106970954409003541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106970954409003541' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-106712804239962564</id><published>2003-10-25T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T19:27:26.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i discovered 2 things about people today... they seem to think there is plenty of time for commitment later on in life...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106712804239962564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106712804239962564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106712804239962564' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-106615684501640690</id><published>2003-10-14T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T13:40:44.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not looking for my intellectual equal... i'm looking for my emotional superior</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106615684501640690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106615684501640690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106615684501640690' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-106615473152797501</id><published>2003-10-14T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T13:05:31.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am having noble thoughts... but not making noble decisions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106615473152797501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106615473152797501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106615473152797501' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-106537808860544873</id><published>2003-10-05T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T13:21:28.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something i appreciate about pack rats... there isn't a whole lot they consider disposable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106537808860544873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106537808860544873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106537808860544873' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-106390749167119786</id><published>2003-09-18T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T12:55:41.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i think i discovered an underlying logic about the cosby show.  see often enough one of the sub plots maintains that one of the children wants to do something which requires thier parents' approval and it takes the entire episode for cliff to say yes.  and of course there is much glee and celebration when the children are granted thier wish (which also occurs quite often).  so if these kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106390749167119786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106390749167119786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106390749167119786' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-106252424605921301</id><published>2003-09-02T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T12:37:25.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not sure i realized it before, but nothing seems possible til I've actually done it once.  before that, it just seems like something other people do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106252424605921301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106252424605921301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106252424605921301' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-106252294281864443</id><published>2003-09-02T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T12:15:42.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think the first step i took into becoming a real artist is realizing that i can learn from my influences.  to accept them as influences, instead of fearing thier intrusion on MY style.  I may have have ideas and they may be new but without experience i don't know how to use them.  I was so stuck on sounding like someone else or being accused of ripping off someone else or being some sort of bad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106252294281864443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/106252294281864443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106252294281864443' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-105691961606716394</id><published>2003-06-29T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T15:46:55.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i sit here and listen to dublab crank out some mad jazzy beats over some stand up bass and a wood flute, i try to think what i was thinking 2 hours ago as i was supervising sound for a local church in a well off community. the speaker was talking about grace and somewhere in there i remembered that my perception on love is different than a lot of people I know. I sometimes wonder if we love on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/105691961606716394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/105691961606716394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105691961606716394' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-88071214</id><published>2003-01-26T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T19:43:35.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i heard from an old friend today for the first time in a year.  She is very dear to me, and I was glad to hear from her.  I can't even begin to understand what I am feeling.  There was a time when I couldn't imagine a life without her.  I'm glad she's back.  I missed her greatly.  I hope we stay in contact.  I know that I would be at a loss to not know her til I die.  This is someone who survived</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/88071214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/88071214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88071214' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-87405215</id><published>2003-01-14T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T00:41:57.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No good scientist can presume that every "proven" theory is reliable.  And no good Christian can honestly accept any single manmade doctrine whole heartedly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/87405215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/87405215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87405215' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-87293558</id><published>2003-01-11T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T23:47:54.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how is it that someone can go out looking for companionship but not love?  No matter how hard you try, you can't make someone love you... it's too bad.  A both beautiful and ugly thing about love. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/87293558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/87293558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87293558' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-87292040</id><published>2003-01-11T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T23:01:00.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movies of the week: Pump up the Volume, Singles, Moulin Rouge, Leaving Las Vegas.  It seems like such a pointless movie to some I would think.  I tend to fall in love with hard headed people who like to make HUGELY bad life choices.  These people tend to operate outside the bounds of typical social thought, these are my kind of people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/87292040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/87292040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87292040' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-87291866</id><published>2003-01-11T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T22:55:58.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have ambition...  I am actively involved in pursuing my dreams... no job is too small... There's a difference between having no ambition and just being talentless!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/87291866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/87291866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87291866' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-87291780</id><published>2003-01-11T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T22:54:00.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good god it's been a while since i posted.  There's nothing interesting about my life... maybe my thoughts.  I think I avoid posting because it would hurt my mysterious ways.  I don't want to lose my mystery but it really doesn't seem that important until i fear losing it.  I would tell anyone anything in person but i guess there's something in the delivery that i fear i could never duplicate in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/87291780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/87291780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87291780' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-84511935</id><published>2002-11-13T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T23:57:30.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i sit here to write i find myself too entertained to concentrate.  It seems like entertainment these days is sitting there and having everything done for us.  ever been to a show where it was awkward to participate.  you know like out of nowhere in the coffee shop the hippieguy with a guitar decides everybody should sing along and dance.  or God forbid, at church... people run around or dance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/84511935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/84511935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84511935' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-83420076</id><published>2002-10-23T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T19:31:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everytime I hear the Armand van Helden remix of Spin Spin Sugar, I think of the girl I took to prom... Kerry Lee.  She was the daughter of international missionaries.  She was home schooled so i thought she would probably never have a prom.  I didn't take her out of pity.  I really wanted her to go with me.  I don't know what came over me, but after the prom, I was informed our age difference was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/83420076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/83420076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83420076' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-83415155</id><published>2002-10-23T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T13:40:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading David Gelernter's "The Second Coming - A Manifesto"... I think the first thing i noticed (lazy mode) when reading this was: as i was reading i saw that there was a next page button and I thought to myself, "how long is this thing?" not sure if i would be able to read it all before i was kicked off the computer.  Then the next point i read pointed out that the good thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/83415155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/83415155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83415155' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3880783.post-83414990</id><published>2002-10-23T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T12:55:51.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok... i'm finally in denial of relevance, and broke down to spew my thoughts into a cyberspace that may not reply or react.  so here i sit, virtually writing to myself, wondering if i am presumptious (spell?) to publish my mind.  i have no personal agenda, but sometimes selfish motives.  It will probably seem like multiple people are publishing to this blog... probably the only thing that will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/83414990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3880783/posts/default/83414990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relaps.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83414990' title=''/><author><name>relaps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00154089662762764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
