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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:swim="http://www.danielsjourney.com/blog/admin/data/schemas/danielsblog"><item><dc:title/><dc:description>Was just catching up on my blog reading here in the ol&amp;apos; &amp;quot;business center&amp;quot; and found &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://monkhouse.org/david/weblog/blogger.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;these major props!&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; Wow! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;David, shall we &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;blogroll&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;? Ha ha! Sick-O!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Also, upon actually re-reading the last post I realized it should have been &amp;quot;silhouettes him/herself or if &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;he/she&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; just didn&amp;apos;t care.&amp;quot; I apologize! :)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>78367681</dc:identifier><dc:subject/><dc:creator>daniel miller</dc:creator><dc:date>Saturday, June 29, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title/><dc:description>We arrived in DC today. Pretty uneventful road trip all and all. Saw one huge, old truck with the &amp;quot;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.changingtheclimate.com&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Changing the Climate&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;quot; bumper sticker on it. Hard to tell if the owner of the truck actually put it there next to the female silhouettes him/herself or if they just didn’t care. It is of course possible that he/she hadn’t noticed it yet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Who am I kidding. It was a he.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Also ate at this grocery store, and above the eating area (with the tables and chairs and all) was a huge framed picture of a extraordinarily Anglo-looking red brick church. Under the picture were the words:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face=&amp;quot;arial&amp;quot;&amp;gt;LET’S ALL GO TO OUR PLACE &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;OF WORSHIP THIS WEEKEND.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Let’s just say it definitely wasn’t a mosque in that picture. Or a temple. Or nature. Or the Gravatt’s apartment...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;The place we’re staying is fine. I might have to get dialup. This &amp;quot;business center&amp;quot; is three windows machines with a printer. OK bandwidth (probly DSL), but not very useful to me if I can’t get my computer connected. I gave up my DSL 6 days ago and have been too busy to go through withdrawal just yet. But we’ll see how this week goes. Anyway, otherwise this is just like living out of a bigger hotel room for a few months...whatever...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Definitely not as hot here. Not as humid. Sorry everyone who said it was just as bad. I knew you were kidding. Also there are three places to get good Italian coffee nearby and only one of them is Starbucks! Praise the Lord!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Listening to Sigur Ros right now. Even through laptop speakers it’s pretty moving stuff. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;This is the beginning of the isolation?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Maybe.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;But surely some decent art might arise out of it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Maybe I had always just felt connected technologically and now it’s time to actually be connected spiritually.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Oh, which PS also reminds me. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I don’t know how anyone could do this alone. I am so lucky to have Miriam. The world could go away and if she was still here with me I would be OK.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>78366824</dc:identifier><dc:subject/><dc:creator>daniel miller</dc:creator><dc:date/><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title/><dc:description>&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;quick note from the road:&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;we in melborne area right now, staying at my sisters&amp;apos;. our stuff was moved out this morning and we hit the road around 1-2. the packers and movers were really great. the people at the apartment complex were another story altogether. can&amp;apos;t tell the story now but let&amp;apos;s just say it was traumatic.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>78247464</dc:identifier><dc:subject/><dc:creator>daniel miller</dc:creator><dc:date>Wednesday, June 26, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title/><dc:description>got some pics into dig today. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;so here&amp;apos;s the first bit of me handiwork:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/samo1forweb2.jpg&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>78114344</dc:identifier><dc:subject/><dc:creator>daniel miller</dc:creator><dc:date>Sunday, June 23, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title/><dc:description>reviewed my archives today, if you know what i mean...so...my life in blog:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Current theology: Psalm 1 meets Romans 7 and creates me&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Weather: just a shade too hot to say perfect&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Coffee: lots&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Outlook: optimistic&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;i would go to sleep but i don&amp;apos;t want to dream anymore&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;miriam, you are the most amazing person in the whole world. i hope everyone can get it that you are perfect and i am eternally happy with you. like we&amp;apos;ve said to each other, heaven had better include staying with your soul mate because otherwise we&amp;apos;re not interested! :)  being with you is the best thing i could ever imagine and i want to be with you eternally. forget just in this lifetime! you are so beautiful, sexy, smart, full of wit and humor, sly, bold, wise...your aura shines brighter than all and i bask in it daily. i can&amp;apos;t be long w/o its light. you attract all to you and i am privileged to be your husband.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;last may i drempt that i lost my job. in august i lost my job. last october i drempt that the company went under and i was hosed with a ton of unpaid invoices and expenses from my consulting contract.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;i normally wouldn&amp;apos;t give that much creedence to things. but the two dreams occurred in the same exact place.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;and that place was Bratislava. same apartment, same bed. same weather (almost).&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;if the second one turns out to be also prophetic, then there&amp;apos;s a lesson to be learned: don&amp;apos;t dream in Bratislava.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;the problem down here in sofla is simply one of haves and have-nots. not in the normal sense though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;more in the sense haves-$500,000,000 and have-nots-$500,000,000.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;that sense that you need to achieve more more more which means earn more more more which means have more more more is totally ingrained in almost every American psychie.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;but throw in multi-million dollar houses and lifestyles all up and down the beach and the intracoastal and the stress becomes a bit much for the Average Striving Joe.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;so the ASJ takes it out on things and people. takes it out on his gas pedal. takes it out on the cyclist enjoying an unusually cool day on A1A.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;until it becomes second nature. and we&amp;apos;re all just taking it out on one another. we don&amp;apos;t mean to be mean and hateful. it just comes naturally after years of being reminded that you haven&amp;apos;t yet made enough.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;oh yeah, you&amp;apos;ll also very naturally go into debt for the bigger house and the luxury SUV.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Dr Melphi says:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;we are going to hell&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Dr Melphi says:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;all of us&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;follow the arrows says:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;yes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;follow the arrows says:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;i bet they don&amp;apos;t even have eco domani and brie there either&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;today i had the thought that the world IS going to hell, and i&amp;apos;m ok with that&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;i was just standing there, pumping gas, and it occurred to me.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...but i realized that i&amp;apos;m also just feeling that universal depression that people are feeling right now because it&amp;apos;s after the holidays, the weather isn&amp;apos;t great, it&amp;apos;s kind of a lul in life right now. and that&amp;apos;s ok.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;it doesn&amp;apos;t mean that we&amp;apos;re going to hell. it just means we live on earth.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;sometimes you just have to disconnect to do anything. i&amp;apos;m always plugged in. reading this. reading that. getting this. hearing about that. experiencing this. seeing that. what&amp;apos;s the deal? did you hear? have you seen? didn&amp;apos;t you know? ohmygosh! that is so cool! you&amp;apos;ve GOT to see it! you&amp;apos;ve GOT to read it!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;every day i could spend all day just looking at the stuff i&amp;apos;ve been sent or been told about or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;it&amp;apos;s no wonder no-one visits your site&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;but that&amp;apos;s ok cuz then i put whatever in this space&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;this is my space&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;and maybe someday, some sicko out there will really connect with it and start reading it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;but i won&amp;apos;t know.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;and that&amp;apos;s cul.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;cuz i&amp;apos;m too busy or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to, or surfed to...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;this was a good couple days...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;somedays you just wonder why you bothered getting up in the morning. other days you can&amp;apos;t hardly bear to go back to bed and can&amp;apos;t wait for the next morning to get started again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;somedays you want to grab the world by the balls and maul it&amp;apos;s head off. other days you run crying into the corner as soon as you hear the world&amp;apos;s voice.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;i wonder every once and while&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;about if when i&amp;apos;m old i&amp;apos;ll smell like bad perfume and urine too&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;life is good sometimes...like now&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;when I say new economy from now on, I mean those of us who don&amp;apos;t want to live by the same rules of:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;must get ahead, must get ahead&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;dog eats dog&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;eye for eye&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;running the race&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;being a rat&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;bigger house car dog penis breasts&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;smaller nose waistline interest rate&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;But thank anyone who listened to this posts; you&amp;apos;ve experienced a little bit of what keeps me alive.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I realized the problem with being an artist. You are selling yourself, and selling requires the absorbtion of a lot of rejection. I don&amp;apos;t even think it matters that the work is close to my heart or my creation or anything. I would hate selling if I was selling vacuum hoses. I can&amp;apos;t stand the rejection. One &amp;quot;no&amp;quot; a day and I&amp;apos;m wiped out emotionally.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;ha ha...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;who can be an artist? people living off a trust?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;or off their wives...:)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;quot;i realized that i shouldn&amp;apos;t let myself get ramped up by people telling me things about work, etc. i have to have faith and follow my dreams and take opportunities that are real and present themselves. i can be encouraged by all the contact i&amp;apos;ve had, but my true self will never be a job i do, it will be the life i lead; and in that sense i can&amp;apos;t let myself be led around by this and that fear or excitement. but i&amp;apos;ll take the excitement anyway...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>78099779</dc:identifier><dc:subject/><dc:creator>daniel miller</dc:creator><dc:date/><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item></rdf:RDF>
