<?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-3037754</id><updated>2011-12-31T13:03:43.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un regard oblique</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4890</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6332928002105501762</id><published>2011-12-31T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:25:10.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>refuse to relinquish the love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6332928002105501762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6332928002105501762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2011/12/refuse-to-relinquish-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4731190195706021286</id><published>2011-04-06T14:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:10:56.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday April!
Yes!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4731190195706021286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4731190195706021286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-april-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-5044733153354411159</id><published>2010-12-02T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:27:45.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rivers and crocodiles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5044733153354411159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5044733153354411159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2010/12/rivers-and-crocodiles.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4180939471801429372</id><published>2010-09-20T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:10:12.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M-It's not that I exactly forgot, but when it mattered yes, I did, unmistakably, unforgivably, but overall, no, I didn't forget, I remembered, the day before, and during, and after for a few days up to and including today ten days later. But not when it mattered most I guess, when for those few moments I was here, or rather "here".At that time I forgot.I have no excuse.My shield is battered, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4180939471801429372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4180939471801429372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2010/09/m-its-not-that-i-exactly-forgot-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-93911608406132708</id><published>2010-06-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:23:05.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...progress can only come through trying and failing and failing better"-"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/93911608406132708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/93911608406132708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-8707599670815625381</id><published>2010-06-14T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:07:55.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>waka-waka genesis remix original thriller timberland james brown start where shakira world cup beginherehearhere</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8707599670815625381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8707599670815625381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2010/06/waka-waka-genesis-remix-original.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3321951930710840294</id><published>2010-06-09T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:28:06.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my blue mute form...Courtney Queeney/Poetry Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3321951930710840294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3321951930710840294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-blue-mute-form.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-1247992611995953545</id><published>2010-04-13T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:05:32.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April Here's a picture of a cow and a graveyard. Here's a tiny bedroom in a little house. A tiny bedroom filled with brand new clothes and the only place to sleep in it a nest on the top bunk of a bunkbed set whose lower berth is piled to the top with dresses with the price tags still on them. Here's me and you out back waving at your mom in the sky as she goes flying by. I've been going around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1247992611995953545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1247992611995953545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-heres-picture-of-cow-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-8656618269122476637</id><published>2010-03-16T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:17:55.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mark Wood's photos are consistently improving</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8656618269122476637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8656618269122476637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2010/03/mark-woods-photos-are-consistently.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2341066041197937319</id><published>2010-02-23T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:04:27.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the saddler of Bawtry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2341066041197937319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2341066041197937319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2010/02/saddler-of-bawtry.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2013672713896851876</id><published>2010-02-16T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:46:41.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arthur, Arthur!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2013672713896851876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2013672713896851876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2010/02/arthur-arthur.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6460138950970862528</id><published>2010-02-09T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:50:50.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wolves of Illinois"Check out the wolves," he said (the minutes ticking)(the minutes nuzzling each other's flanks)(the minutes shining in the furthest portion of the field... Lucia Perillo/Poetry Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6460138950970862528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6460138950970862528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolves-of-illinois-check-out-wolves-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2395739214434160722</id><published>2009-11-20T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:00:08.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Galileo's finger</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2395739214434160722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2395739214434160722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/11/galileos-finger.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-1288184188605260204</id><published>2009-11-20T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:22:08.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> the point:In Skywatchers, Shamans and Kings, American astronomer Edwin Krupp states that the centre in all cosmologies marked the place ‘where creation began, where order and life first emerged.’ This explains why many world centres are often referred to as ‘the navel of the Earth, the point at which creation began,’ says Mircea Eliade. Stones or other objects such as golden rods in Cuzco, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1288184188605260204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1288184188605260204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/11/point-in-skywatchers-shamans-and-kings.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2015282730250434497</id><published>2009-08-18T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:12:13.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the real heart of the story is:'Residents called to complain there was an old scruffy man acting suspiciously,' said officer Spencer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2015282730250434497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2015282730250434497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-heart-of-story-is-residents-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6323689238043963693</id><published>2009-08-11T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:12:29.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so long old-timer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6323689238043963693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6323689238043963693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-long-old-timer.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-9026182302739372222</id><published>2009-08-05T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:56:08.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One is driven near frantic with all to do that must needs be done and then a moment's pause amidst the field of wires, yes and apple trees, fencing tool in hand and glove, resting what now seems a young man's arm upon the accomplished task. Though then the age I was seemed central and precisely there, neither young nor old.So much was hidden still yet to be made clear, including life in other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/9026182302739372222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/9026182302739372222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-is-driven-near-frantic-with-all-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc1bgzhD6pY/SnoK85GtzKI/AAAAAAAACEo/pWHlyrsUzcU/s72-c/oildale84xv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4894349147609589312</id><published>2009-06-18T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:48:12.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ISB Tricks of the Senses-via RW</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4894349147609589312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4894349147609589312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/06/isb-tricks-of-senses-via-rw.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-718773995517919674</id><published>2009-05-30T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:44:25.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bulbul Tarang</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/718773995517919674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/718773995517919674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/bulbul-tarang.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-5953421725001596130</id><published>2009-05-30T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:33:29.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the centre a liuto attiorbato based on instruments by Matteo Sellas (this version has engraved mammoth ivory fingerboard panels)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5953421725001596130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5953421725001596130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-centre-liuto-attiorbato-based-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-9143125860820572601</id><published>2009-05-12T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:22:08.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Storm Catechism Do the gods see us?Will the waters be rising soon?Kim Addonizio/VerseDaily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/9143125860820572601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/9143125860820572601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/storm-catechism-do-gods-see-us-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-719572124445177502</id><published>2009-05-12T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:15:09.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Road to the World's End By Sigurd Hoel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/719572124445177502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/719572124445177502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/road-to-worlds-end-by-sigurd-hoel.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3750261341966476897</id><published>2009-04-20T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:29:35.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In 1995, Paul Williams suffered a traumatic brain injury in a bicycle accident, leading to early onset of dementia, and a steady decline to the point where he now requires full-time care.The burden on his immediate family has been immense. Paul Williams was Crawdaddy! before Jann Wenner was Rolling Stone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3750261341966476897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3750261341966476897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-1995-paul-williams-suffered.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4463199036216525555</id><published>2009-04-07T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:37:42.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mine: story of a sacred mountain from Survival Int.narrated by Joanna Lumley</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4463199036216525555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4463199036216525555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/mine-story-of-sacred-mountain-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2295649924407389930</id><published>2009-04-03T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:51:38.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A History in Six Couplets ...And all around,a kind of tilting.All around, chunks of concretelike torn bread... Idra Novey/Poetry Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2295649924407389930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2295649924407389930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/history-in-six-couplets.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3811100813431827963</id><published>2009-03-31T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:52:15.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some photos. No photoshop, just focus and shoot.Links go to very big files. Too big really, didn't take the time to resize.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3811100813431827963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3811100813431827963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-475526301761635381</id><published>2009-03-31T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:02:06.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Secret Sea...&amp; I heard, very softly, a new name.It happens every morning. Once upona time I bustled for bread behind thinglass in a fashionable section of a portcity...Nathan Parker/Verse Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/475526301761635381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/475526301761635381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/secret-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-7824640480697643359</id><published>2009-03-29T23:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:28:51.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday BK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7824640480697643359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7824640480697643359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-bk.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3058160314630006808</id><published>2009-03-28T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:45:34.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beggar WomanSojourn, 1917-1919: China, Hawaii, Japan, Korea, San FranciscoSidney D. Gamble PhotographsDuke University Digital Collections-Her feet were bound.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3058160314630006808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3058160314630006808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/beggar-woman-sojourn-1917-1919-china.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc1bgzhD6pY/Sc7COYIbnHI/AAAAAAAACAQ/KXs3DDrz_WY/s72-c/gamble_034B_0360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6065260108872411940</id><published>2009-03-18T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:18:08.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todd Hido's site, in addition to exploding with his photographic genius, is a perfect example of how to deliver photography online.See how fast the pictures load. Though you'll have to figure out that the headings in the lower left corner, generate the titles of individual photos, then scroll the titles and the photos appear. No ten second load times, no vanity web design, simple, subtle and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6065260108872411940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6065260108872411940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/todd-hidos-site-in-addition-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-7431688428800964220</id><published>2009-03-18T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:21:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How it Started The water was cold and pushedat the shore. At the house I keptsetting the table. Knives for the dominanthand, his grandmother's plates...Leslie Harrison/VerseDaily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7431688428800964220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7431688428800964220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-it-started-water-was-cold-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3357511398513085447</id><published>2009-03-11T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:08:03.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Her mother is a crane operator-Good music / Bertram Dorien Basabe-Maud Muller, wearing headphones</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3357511398513085447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3357511398513085447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/her-mother-is-crane-operator-good-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc1bgzhD6pY/Sbh6qubWrqI/AAAAAAAAB_E/zLhHI1wFDDg/s72-c/8d18343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3467668503070623351</id><published>2009-03-08T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:43:58.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't spell smart without artTom Chapin &gt; Suzanne Vega &gt; robotwisdom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3467668503070623351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3467668503070623351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-spell-smart-without-art-tom-chapin.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-491944515378885208</id><published>2009-03-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:54:51.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/491944515378885208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/491944515378885208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc1bgzhD6pY/SbQwbui6M3I/AAAAAAAAB-s/UKe3oWcxse0/s72-c/griffith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-7364811393116843085</id><published>2009-03-07T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:26:33.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the lilac switch, the apple tree, soot, gravity</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7364811393116843085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7364811393116843085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/lilac-switch-apple-tree-soot-gravity.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6375872763410240929</id><published>2009-03-02T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:37:51.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With fiction, poetry and mystery I observed the airport.via :::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6375872763410240929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6375872763410240929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-fiction-poetry-and-mystery-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-8129084635340682356</id><published>2009-02-27T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:32:23.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How quickly doing good gets tangled up! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8129084635340682356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8129084635340682356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-quickly-doing-good-gets-tangled-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6942488487239571093</id><published>2009-02-27T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:30:47.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Landscape with Mud TurtleI pressed the rough, live ends of their antlers      against my forehead and wished.Under the pond mud, half-frozen, dormant among the dormant,      turtles breathe through their skins...Jennifer Atkinson/PoetryDaily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6942488487239571093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6942488487239571093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/landscape-with-mud-turtle-i-pressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6024308363175555629</id><published>2009-02-25T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:29:26.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a small guitar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6024308363175555629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6024308363175555629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/small-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-8408273506537324748</id><published>2009-02-22T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:14:44.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If people are telling me -- and especially if they are warning me -- "Don't go there," "Don't do that," I tend to want to "go there" and "do that."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8408273506537324748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8408273506537324748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-people-are-telling-me-and-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-1514456405552546973</id><published>2009-02-21T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:17:12.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The nose seems to have gone for a walk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1514456405552546973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1514456405552546973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/nose-seems-to-have-gone-for-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6167854421597691883</id><published>2009-02-20T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:23:26.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nomad Two Worlds</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6167854421597691883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6167854421597691883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/nomad-two-worlds.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6515587905247364411</id><published>2009-02-16T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:21:41.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>University of Nottingham - The Periodic Table of Videos (youtube videos about each element on the periodic table)-via YouTube Education: 80 Intelligent Video Collections Open Culture "The best free cultural &amp; educational media on the web"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6515587905247364411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6515587905247364411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/university-of-nottingham-periodic-table.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2427504958679268358</id><published>2009-02-14T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:23:07.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ErTwelve days after his death in battle, the body of Er—Son of Armenius, a hero of legend in far Pamphylia—As torches were readied, came to life again on his funeral pyre,And told what he had seen of the other world,That his soul in a crush of companions had journeyedTo a mysterious place...J. D. McClatchy/Poetry Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2427504958679268358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2427504958679268358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/er-twelve-days-after-his-death-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4274345138873711649</id><published>2009-02-08T21:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:50:35.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>washing those dishes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4274345138873711649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4274345138873711649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/washing-those-dishes.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-1508163559120727021</id><published>2009-02-06T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:10:54.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He carried the grief of those left behind</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1508163559120727021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1508163559120727021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-carried-grief-of-those-left-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-8829383075719106123</id><published>2009-02-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:05:17.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man &amp; Load of Fuel  (detail) Sidney D. Gamble PhotographsPyongyang (Korea)Sojourn, 1917-1919: China, Hawaii, Japan, Korea, San FranciscoDuke Libraries &gt; Digital Collections  &gt; photographs -GorgeHouse on Cargo JunkPrison GallowsCarruthers &amp; Spot (horse) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8829383075719106123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8829383075719106123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-load-of-fuel-detail-sidney-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc1bgzhD6pY/SYkRP4fKA4I/AAAAAAAAB9A/etfmGwOdW80/s72-c/gamble_316A_1810-detail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3421102234956594300</id><published>2009-01-31T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:07:50.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too far—he said...Hand me that what do you call him cellular,I will arrange dinner. No. What good is whatcan talk if not over mountains,like the megaphone trucks selling trees and fishslow-trawling down the village street... Charles O. Hartman/PoetryDaily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3421102234956594300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3421102234956594300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-farhe-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4556297825567154648</id><published>2009-01-30T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:27:04.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Not to Love about Bagpipes?On the other hand—the years they've persisted (thousands),comforting shepherds on the Isle of Mull,And the guy at the beach wearing running shoes,practicing scales in a pre-dawn mist...Juditha Dowd/Poetry Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4556297825567154648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4556297825567154648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-not-to-love-about-bagpipes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-5199401551963663696</id><published>2009-01-26T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:04:48.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smudge of a dog, up and to the west, I try</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5199401551963663696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5199401551963663696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/smudge-of-dog-up-and-to-west-i-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4937286317496636331</id><published>2009-01-26T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:03:17.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where bushes periodically burn, children fear otherchildren: girls...which—don't we know—is all the heart affordeda certain type: untended, magnifying...Camille Dungy/PoetryDaily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4937286317496636331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4937286317496636331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-bushes-periodically-burn-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3395327044043088463</id><published>2009-01-25T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:56:11.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stories are an inseparable part of the human dream.Robin Williamson interview at Green Man Reviewvia Wizz Jones</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3395327044043088463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3395327044043088463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/stories-are-inseparable-part-of-human.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-5466878451472168450</id><published>2009-01-23T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:45:41.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Inpenetrable String TangleJohn Renbourn &amp; Robin Williamson - Wheel Of Fortune</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5466878451472168450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5466878451472168450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/inpenetrable-string-tangle.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-595000505978741402</id><published>2009-01-21T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:29:02.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life in Russia Aleksey Petrosian/English Russiagenius photographer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/595000505978741402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/595000505978741402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-in-russia-aleksey-petrosianenglish.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4857642659246087174</id><published>2009-01-19T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:56:18.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Muxtape got knee-capped</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4857642659246087174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4857642659246087174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/muxtape-got-knee-capped.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-8204192194109897323</id><published>2009-01-19T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:23:29.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is there methane on Mars? No one is sure.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8204192194109897323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8204192194109897323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-is-there-methane-on-mars-no-one-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-1430157170101834854</id><published>2009-01-14T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:51:37.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For a dyed-in-the-wool author, nothing is as dead as a book once it is written. She is rather like a cat whose kittens have grown up. Rumer Godden </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1430157170101834854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1430157170101834854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-dyed-in-wool-author-nothing-is-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-7395044972471511109</id><published>2009-01-11T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:21:30.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lake Powell, AZxzxzxzxzxzxzxOh holy day.For the river to fill... Ian Harris/Verse Daily-Little White Truckxzxzxzxz ...as they kiss, and surelyit could hold...Jessica Greenbaum/Poetry Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7395044972471511109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7395044972471511109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/lake-powell-az-xzxzxzxzxzxzx-oh-holy.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3360158710101804688</id><published>2009-01-10T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:03:15.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Martian sunset</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3360158710101804688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3360158710101804688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/martian-sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4893431758483572348</id><published>2009-01-09T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:58:07.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go On, Sure, Why Not eternity in which wepause occasionally and insist upon staking claimto an aesthetic         point of view. One wantsto be singled out. At the same time, onewants to be hidden in a thicket of sharpblack leaves               to be nothingbut a pair of orange eyes   withoutthe human burden of self-awareness Gail Wronsky/VerseDaily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4893431758483572348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4893431758483572348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-on-sure-why-not-eternity-in-which-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2691103185265573866</id><published>2009-01-05T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:03:25.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One fact, important to remember in futile moments: a duck’s quack is incapable of producing an echo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2691103185265573866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2691103185265573866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-fact-important-to-remember-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3186217664853083948</id><published>2009-01-02T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:26:10.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I declare the crippled Dorothy Horn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3186217664853083948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3186217664853083948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-declare-crippled-dorothy-horn.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-363607081229377219</id><published>2009-01-02T00:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:34:46.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Then Jack the Truth-Teller visited the projects</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/363607081229377219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/363607081229377219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2009/01/then-jack-truth-teller-visited-projects.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-9174840937070057963</id><published>2008-12-25T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:51:23.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a dramatist of the highest, subtlest class</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/9174840937070057963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/9174840937070057963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/dramatist-of-highest-subtlest-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-305975507385171153</id><published>2008-12-25T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:11:42.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Gift...and my father spun one orange in his palmand said quietly, "This was Christmas, 1938," Sean Lause/Poetry Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/305975507385171153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/305975507385171153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/gift.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4565243639805627911</id><published>2008-12-22T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:27:32.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey there! mark_twain is using Twitter-via Maud Newton</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4565243639805627911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4565243639805627911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-there-marktwain-is-using-twitter.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-7321748596036227277</id><published>2008-12-20T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:42:48.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Webcast of the solstice sunrise from Newgrange.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7321748596036227277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7321748596036227277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/webcast-of-solstice-sunrise-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-5640946559284959189</id><published>2008-12-18T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:19:26.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Heart (Cut View)The mommy doll is upstairs, jerking the sheets straight. The daddy doll is at a downward angle, leaving. Finally the mommy doll leaves too. But I stay home. After all, it's my heart. However it leaks...Lola Haskins/Poetry Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5640946559284959189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5640946559284959189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-heart-cut-view-mommy-doll-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6650404640631719922</id><published>2008-12-14T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:13:41.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>or at the very least drown out the sound</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6650404640631719922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6650404640631719922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/or-at-very-least-drown-out-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3218819004306723008</id><published>2008-12-13T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:06:33.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Weenie Juke Radio is Off The Air July 15th, 2007 - Thanks to Sound Exchange, the RIAA and the Copyright Royalty Board of the Library of Congress, the Weenie Juke has been forced to shut down.Were we to stay on the air, we could be forced to pay unfair performance royalty rates that equal approximately 100% of our total revenue, and which would equal more than twice that as rates increased each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3218819004306723008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3218819004306723008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/weenie-juke-radio-is-off-air-july-15th.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6450912838705799157</id><published>2008-12-13T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:49:27.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>America. T'is I, in tempting divers, for to try By sundry means, t'obtaine me, caus'de them dye And, last discover'd, undiscover'd am: For, men, to treade my Soyle, as yet, are lameAmerica painted to the lifeFerdinando GorgesBeinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6450912838705799157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6450912838705799157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/america.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2886451252806907152</id><published>2008-12-12T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:51:21.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Super! Izgleda, da ti štekaš!via RW</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2886451252806907152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2886451252806907152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-izgleda-da-ti-teka-via-rw.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-961513109541010687</id><published>2008-12-11T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:48:49.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All images and links Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Libraryvia wood s lot-Emil Burgermeister, mountaineer, who with his wife Fanny trekked through the national parks and forests of California, Oregon, and Washington from the 1910s through the early 1930s-"Get Secretly Behind the Tree"-"Butter is Got from the Roots of An Old Tree"-Stieglitz, AlfredBrigman perched in a tree18 June 1912-The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/961513109541010687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/961513109541010687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-images-and-links-beinecke-rare-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cc1bgzhD6pY/SUHTWZ12nWI/AAAAAAAAB34/BxvjODPBQA0/s72-c/1067231-det.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4742921376413577903</id><published>2008-12-11T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:46:02.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old woman seated by lodge door (detail)Walter McClintockBeinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4742921376413577903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4742921376413577903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-woman-seated-by-lodge-door-detail.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cc1bgzhD6pY/SUHOIV4AGVI/AAAAAAAAB3o/YtCG9oZyQ1A/s72-c/z3742029+det.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-5948191493105577285</id><published>2008-12-11T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:30:46.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>photo of woman on a bed clutching a pillowBeinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library-link to site via wood s lot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5948191493105577285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/5948191493105577285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-of-woman-on-bed-clutching-pillow.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-1598586972318507866</id><published>2008-12-11T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:45.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Edward Teller’s Leg...our breathing fell away downthe mountain. We leaned back,                                               the tinkling skychandeliered with neurons. All the night before...Ron Smith/Poetry Daily </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1598586972318507866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1598586972318507866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/edward-tellers-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-458309828947342239</id><published>2008-12-08T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:54:25.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moss Shows</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/458309828947342239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/458309828947342239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/moss-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-898609485685553427</id><published>2008-12-02T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:08:22.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>their inner qibla reconfigured:By sequentially altering the temperature of the water in which salmon fry are hatched and raised, researchers can lay a distinctive “batch label” into the chemical layers of the otolith—a kind of barcode, inscribed in stone, and indelibly preserved within the maturing adult fish...Cabinet-via 3QD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/898609485685553427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/898609485685553427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/their-inner-qibla-reconfigured-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-890441948775637024</id><published>2008-12-01T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:38:02.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To the Family of the Man We Ate 130 Years Ago ...with its many fluids and folds, his own     body, a chicken's wing, evenpatted a dog's back with it and thenhe raised it to our chieftain's     head to remove a wooden halfa fishbone—comb, he called it,after he had shown him one gliding     through his own hair—well...Sharon Dolin/Verse Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/890441948775637024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/890441948775637024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-family-of-man-we-ate-130-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-7918063314997866265</id><published>2008-12-01T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:34:55.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blind boy Fuller, Gary Davis, Sonny Terrymuch more, @Big Road Blues</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7918063314997866265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7918063314997866265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/12/blind-boy-fuller-gary-davis-sonny-terry.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3940468482728956703</id><published>2008-11-23T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:18:43.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jakob Dylan Seeing Thingsesp. Something Good This Way Comes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3940468482728956703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3940468482728956703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/11/jakob-dylan-seeing-things-esp.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4763651001233263975</id><published>2008-11-23T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:36:31.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Blackmailer's Wife Reads History and Considers the Nature of Guilt...people claimed they sawNapoleon's face in the moon. Others caught the riggingof his facial bones, the holes of his eyes, ghostedon the flattened white of an egg. Myself, I've a fear of touchinga white balloon and finding my husband's head inside...Judy Brown/Verse Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4763651001233263975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4763651001233263975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/11/blackmailers-wife-reads-history-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4229147702725322206</id><published>2008-11-18T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:24:39.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Tribute To Old Time Country Musicmp3's of obscure genuine real country performers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4229147702725322206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4229147702725322206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/11/tribute-to-old-time-country-music-mp3s.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cc1bgzhD6pY/SSNNgmMAGzI/AAAAAAAAB1o/lw7-bFgqXNY/s72-c/jo3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3257434655670278720</id><published>2008-11-17T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:09:16.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>treasurable Joni Mitchell 1972 in Paris free:This Flight TonightElectricityCold Blue Steel And Sweet FireBig Yellow TaxiCactus TreeSee You SometimeFor FreeBanquetAll I WantA Case Of YouCareyA Lesson In SurvivalWoodstockBlueYou Turn Me On I’m A RadioFor The RosesBoth Sides NowRainy Night HouseThe Circle Game     via   rw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3257434655670278720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3257434655670278720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/11/treasurable-joni-mitchell-1972-in-paris.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-8369154581469329914</id><published>2008-11-14T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:22:46.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two things, a movie PU-239, also called The Half Life of Timofey Berezin, and a book, Shaun Tan's The Arrival, a graphic novel.The protagonist in both is virtually the same guy, though they're presented with diametrically opposite outcomes to their lives, one sad and final, the other hopeful and opening out to the future.But Paddy Considine's Timofey and Tan's nameless father have wonderfully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8369154581469329914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/8369154581469329914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-things-movie-pu-239-also-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3856392295587580313</id><published>2008-11-07T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:33:42.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RRC is the only publication recommended by Rage Against the Machine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3856392295587580313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3856392295587580313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/11/rrc-is-only-publication-recommended-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2161673343725740619</id><published>2008-11-03T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:01:13.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Museum of Stones...stone from the silvery grass near the scaffold,stone from the tunnel lined with bones...Carolyn ForchéNew Yorker</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2161673343725740619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2161673343725740619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/11/museum-of-stones.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4921886184098869157</id><published>2008-11-02T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:15:08.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>His parents didn't know what to do:In September[2007], David [Foster Wallace, then 45 years old] asked Amy to forgo her annual fall-break visit. He wasn't up to it. By October, his symptoms had become bad enough to send him to the hospital. His parents didn't know what to do. "I started worrying about that," Sally [his mother] says, "but then it seemed OK." David Lipsky/Rolling Stone 30.Oct.08via</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4921886184098869157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4921886184098869157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/11/his-parents-didnt-know-what-to-do-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6693575117764475888</id><published>2008-10-30T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:37:41.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>propaganda for gods, clairvoyants and a form of theocratic thought control </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6693575117764475888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6693575117764475888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/10/propaganda-for-gods-clairvoyants-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-6247716993941905893</id><published>2008-10-30T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:47:57.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did the entire show with my fly open! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6247716993941905893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/6247716993941905893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-entire-show-with-my-fly-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3124093324200116548</id><published>2008-10-30T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:47:32.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Heart to Fear...every whichway, through their hoopsand scorn. For the walls of health are bright...Heather McHughVerse Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3124093324200116548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3124093324200116548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-heart-to-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-1965353652626262155</id><published>2008-10-28T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:50:03.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Return ...one leopard,one tree,and one nameless flowerblooming discreetlyin a corner.There was all the time in the world... Kate LimVerse Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1965353652626262155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/1965353652626262155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/10/return.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3708515004904446137</id><published>2008-10-24T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:16:03.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Laughing Thrush ...yes this is the place and the one timein the whole of before and afterwith all of memory waking into it...W.S. Merwin Verse Daily</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3708515004904446137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3708515004904446137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/10/laughing-thrush.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-7117502238100787285</id><published>2008-10-23T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:57:32.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ancient, 26,000-year-old footprints made by a child and a dog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7117502238100787285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/7117502238100787285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/10/ancient-26000-year-old-footprints-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-380576209785085731</id><published>2008-10-16T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:06:56.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> the mendacious myths of Edward Said</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/380576209785085731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/380576209785085731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/10/mendacious-myths-of-edward-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-785638431961253646</id><published>2008-10-15T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:27:41.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A man should cook a decent meal at least twice a week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/785638431961253646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/785638431961253646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-should-cook-decent-meal-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-3221782733313886123</id><published>2008-10-01T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:13:51.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bedbug Registryvia Danny Yee &gt; Bug Girl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3221782733313886123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/3221782733313886123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/10/bedbug-registry-via-danny-yee-bug-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2504570359226836309</id><published>2008-09-30T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:12:16.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2504570359226836309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2504570359226836309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/09/duck.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-2454574300624958721</id><published>2008-09-22T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:17:23.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Instead of the missing Oddities, this will have to do:Hazel Ruffles had all the diamonds. Alison Chivers held the hearts. The spades were with the dummy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2454574300624958721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/2454574300624958721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/09/instead-of-missing-oddities-this-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037754.post-4088384795468611929</id><published>2008-09-22T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:15:46.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Web Dayfor Boynton-The Queer, the Quaint, and the Quizzical was a book in the university library stacks I found just wandering years ago, when I was young, and read for a while each time I was there. A 19th c. miscellany of weird stuff.So Futility Closet is a compendium of things drawn from suchlike books, and many of them, and it was what I was going to link to as the One Web Day example of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4088384795468611929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3037754/posts/default/4088384795468611929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybeloved.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-web-day-for-boynton-queer-quaint.html' title=''/><author><name>Juke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02183914310591005773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='14' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5830/22/1600/3b10354rx.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
