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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>Boston_ii</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;p&gt;Went to visit my friend &lt;a href="http://mp3.com/vintageaffection"&gt;Calvin&lt;/a&gt; Saturday afternoon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/boston_calvin0.jpg" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Went to the famous club Passim Saturday night. Below is &lt;a href="http://www.seanaltman.com/"&gt;the former founding&#13;
member&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.rockapella.com/"&gt;Rockappela&lt;/a&gt;. He sang this awesome song &amp;quot;I&amp;apos;m Taller Than&#13;
Jesus&amp;quot; (a response to the hoopla around Lennon after he said &amp;quot;We&amp;apos;re&#13;
bigger than Jesus,&amp;quot; complete with a spot-on Lennon impersonation). I&amp;apos;m&#13;
hoping to cover that tune soon. He also played &amp;quot;the song that still pays&#13;
most of the rent,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?&amp;quot; and&#13;
&amp;quot;the song that pays the rest of the rent," &lt;a href="http://www.seanaltman.com/lyrq-z.shtml#unhappy"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; that was on Vitamin C&amp;apos;s first&#13;
record. He was actually only the opening act. The main act was an amazing&#13;
a cappella &lt;a href="http://www.ballinthehouse.com/"&gt;group&lt;/a&gt;, strangely enough. I&amp;apos;ll let &lt;a href="/miriam"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt; talk about&#13;
them and post her pics.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/boston_passim0.jpg" width="200" height="153"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Below, a view of club &lt;a href="http://www.clubpassim.org/"&gt;Passim&lt;/a&gt;. I like how the lady looked right into my&#13;
camera.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/boston_passim1.jpg" width="200" height="127"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;After club Passim we went to a little impromptu Bosnian discothèque which&#13;
was in the basemen of a civic building in a majorly sketch-yet-cul part of town.&#13;
We had a lot of fun dancing, and Miriam spoke Bosnian, of course. I pulled the&#13;
digital camera out while we were dancing and the results were tre cul, imho. All&#13;
below of Miriam, of course:&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/bostom_m_dance1.jpg" width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/bostom_m_dance2.jpg" width="300" height="241"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/bostom_m_dance3.jpg" width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;This last one is actually upside-down, but I thought it looked culer that&#13;
way.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it has been a difficult one, with M&amp;apos;s skin being really bad most of&#13;
the trip, but we managed to have some fun and experience some new things. More&#13;
from &lt;a href="/miriam"&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.danielsjourney.com/miriam/2002_12_01_archives.html#85353864"&gt;Specific link&lt;/a&gt; &lt;s&gt;forthcoming&lt;/s&gt;, and of course she waxes all poetic.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS:&lt;/b&gt; it was colder in DC when we got home today then it was in Boston when we left. Hmmmm...everyone in Florida: shut up! :) &lt;b&gt;Update:&lt;/b&gt; It&amp;apos;s better today (Mon).&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Updateii:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://insiderebeccashead.blogspot.com"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt; also &lt;a href="http://insiderebeccashead.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_insiderebeccashead_archive.html#85348169"&gt;comments&lt;/a&gt; (permalinks on Blogger are constantly breaking--a long standing bug--sorry peps--swim soon) on our Saturday night out. Remembers Miriam&amp;apos;s negotiation of our cover to 16 percent the asking.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Updateiii:&lt;/b&gt; FL peps eat (ha ha) yer heart out. Besides our T-day feast prepped by R (and M)...&lt;a href="images/boston_indianfood.jpg"&gt;Here&amp;apos;s&lt;/a&gt; a pic of our Friday lunch. Yum yum Indian food.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>21</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Imagining</dc:subject><dc:creator>Daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Sun, December 01, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>uuuuuh, huh, huh, he said ~college flashbacks~</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;In other news, &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;The Best of Beavis and Butthead&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; is now offered through &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.timelife.com&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Time Life Video&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;18006285400 call in the next 10 minutes with your credit card. You&amp;apos;ll get 48 hillarious episodes on 3 VHS or DVD&amp;apos;s for only 29.99.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>20</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Fri, November 29, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>Boston</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; src=&amp;quot;images/boston02_T.jpg&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;350&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;263&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Boston&amp;apos;s T. Three sity&amp;apos;s train systems in one week. Pretty cul eh?&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Buy nothing day, so we celebrated by going shopping.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Heard on the street: &amp;amp;quot;It wasn&amp;apos;t embarrassing, but there was definately a
cringe-factor there...&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img border=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; src=&amp;quot;images/boston02_tv.jpg&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;300&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;159&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;The above image pretty much sums up Boston. It&amp;apos;s cold as fuck and kinda funky
in a way I can&amp;apos;t quite put my finger on.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>19</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Fri, November 29, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>T-day</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Check out &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.dashes.com/anil/index.php?archives/004206.php&amp;quot;&amp;gt;this great entry about T-day from Anil&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>18</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Wed, November 27, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>See ya a while later; we are off to Boston</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;p&gt;So I&amp;apos;m having repeated episodes of deja vu today, which can&amp;apos;t be a good thing&#13;
since we&amp;apos;re traveling to Boston today. But we&amp;apos;ll be together, that&amp;apos;s all that&#13;
matters to me, as long as we&amp;apos;re together my subconscious can be as fatalistic as&#13;
it likes. Just have this fear that I need to post what I have sitting around&#13;
just in case...&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Been documenting my surroundings a lot lately...Yesterday I went to&#13;
Art-O-Matic because it will be over with by the time we get back from Boston,&#13;
but sadly it was closed. So I went to the National Gallery and Hirshhorn&#13;
instead. A day living as an artist I guess (although I worked in the morning :).&#13;
Anyway, I will have to post pictures and comments on our first trip to&#13;
Art-O-Matic at some point, but not today I guess...For now, I only have some of&#13;
the digi pics I snapped as I traveled through the city yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/metro1_web.jpg" width="300" height="205"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Not to be outdone, I&amp;apos;m posting pics of DC&amp;apos;s Metro, for comparison&amp;apos;s sake. The&#13;
above the all-too-frequent shot of the supposedly-modern tunnel. I liked the way&#13;
the one below came out, some people moving towards the approaching train, some&#13;
still standing still and waiting for it to stop. Intensified the reds and blues&#13;
in that one as well.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/metro2_web.jpg" width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/coffee.jpg" width="50" height="295"&gt; Went to the&#13;
Smithsonian&amp;apos;s Hirshhorn yesterday. This was a piece consisting of piles of&#13;
ground coffee, done by an Italian. I liked it. Took picture. &lt;b&gt;Don&amp;apos;t sneeze&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/self2.jpg" width="258" height="185"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;I submitted this photo to the &lt;a href="www.mirrorproject.com"&gt;mirror project&lt;/a&gt;.&#13;
I&amp;apos;ll link to it if they accept it. This is actually a piece of art now at the&#13;
Smithsonian&amp;apos;s Hirshhorn Museum. Luciano Fabro&amp;apos;s &amp;quot;Buco&amp;quot; (Hole).&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/busker1.jpg" width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;The gentleman in the above picture is a friend of mine, Thomas. He&amp;apos;s a&#13;
homeless guy and he busks sometimes at our Metro station. He&amp;apos;s quite good. Every time&#13;
I see him I drop all my singles (ooo, such generosity) in his case and chat with him for a while. Yesterday I had the digital camera on me so I asked if&#13;
I could take his picture. He was a little hesitant, as you could imagine, so&#13;
please don&amp;apos;t steal or use this image; just look at it and think of the&#13;
struggling and talented human being it represents.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;So since I still haven&amp;apos;t recorded this song, it&amp;apos;s obviously better heard and&#13;
not read, but I felt the need to put it up.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The road that never ends&lt;/b&gt; (c)2002 daniel w. miller&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;I hear the train coming&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;apos;s coming down the tracks&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;The same ones I&amp;apos;m tied to&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Tied up right next to you&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;I hear the train coming&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;I hear the whistle blow&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;The conductor is going straight through the bends&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;On this road that never ends&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;...Road that never ends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;apos;s right on us now&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;apos;t be afraid now&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;close your eyes, lay down your head&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Take a deep breath, think of what I said&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;We&amp;apos;re on our way now&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;We&amp;apos;re out of these stinkin&amp;apos; bones&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Stick yer head out the window and feel the breeze&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;This is the end of the hurt the end of hate the end of need&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;...We&amp;apos;re on the road that never ends...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>17</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Imagining</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Wed, November 27, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>Slovakia in NATO</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;From an announcement by the Slovak embassy, Wash, DC:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;On Thursday November 21, 2002 Slovakia received an invitation to join the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) along with six other post-communist countries, enlarging NATO ranks from 19 to 26 by the time the new entrants are confirmed by member country parliaments in early 2004.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>16</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Tue, November 26, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>More NYC from Bobo</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;p&gt;...roshi, not the clown. Or both? &lt;a href="http://www.boboroshi.com/log/backlog/000768.php"&gt;Anyway&lt;/a&gt;, there is one piece of proof I was there. Grr! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>15</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>Daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Tue, November 26, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>OtR concert a while ago</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/Linford_web.jpg&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A little out of context, I&amp;apos;ve been meaning to put this up for a while. It&amp;apos;s the only shot I took at the Over the Rhine show in October. Film. (When the shudder stays open for a few mississippi&amp;apos;s, you know nothing is really going to come out.) Same dark venue that the digital managed at the Christopher W show last weekend. But this shot has other merits as well. Keeps OtR mysterious, as it should be. :)&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>14</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Imagining</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Tue, November 26, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>Metaphilm</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img alt=&amp;quot;Fight Club still featuring Hobbes the tiger&amp;quot; src=&amp;quot;http://www.metaphilm.com/images/philms/fightclub_photo1.jpg&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;213&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;160&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.metaphilm.com/philms/fightclub.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;the return of hobbes&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;
metaphilm&amp;apos;s analysis of Fight Club&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;metacaph&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;I&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;n the film Fight Club, the real name
of the protagonist (Ed Norton&amp;apos;s character) is never revealed. Many believe the
reason behind this anonymity is to give &amp;amp;quot;Jack&amp;amp;quot; more of an everyman
quality. Do not be deceived. &amp;amp;quot;Jack&amp;amp;quot; is really Calvin from the comic
strip Calvin and Hobbes. It&amp;apos;s true. Norton portrays the grown-up version of
Calvin, while Brad Pitt plays his imaginary pal, Hobbes, reincarnated as Tyler
Durden.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.metaphilm.com/philms/josie.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;josie the radical&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;
metaphilm&amp;apos;s analysis of Josie and the Pussycats&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;Since the end of the Cold War, liberal democracy and free-market
capitalism, of which the United States is the standard-bearer, have been
triumphant and gone largely unchallenged. Consumer capitalism and its products
flood this country and are exported across the world, together with the American
pop culture that is usually chief shill for both. This trend has given rise to
the fear, at home and abroad, of consumerism&amp;apos;s dangers: the loss of distinct
cultures and traditions and an erosion of discipline, morality, and
civic-mindedness. All that is left after consumerism takes hold is a soft
hedonism in search of quick and dirty self-gratification.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.metaphilm.com/philms/8mile.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;the right rabbit&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;
metaphilm&amp;apos;s analysis of 8 Mile&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;This is the real flaw in the pop paradigm that demands that each
generation conquer the preceding one in a self righteous huff: we die alone in
our precious righteousness. We want to be ourselves, but what we become are
caricatures of ourselves--all of us mini rock stars adrift in the solo careers
of our lives. It&amp;apos;s a kind of morality that gets us nowhere, for it cannot be
shared or built upon. The next generation merely repeats the same motion and we
have another wave of little Elvises or Eminems or J.Lo&amp;apos;s.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>13</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Tue, November 26, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>NYC</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;img border="0" src="images/NYCfall02/subway1_web.jpg" width="300" height="225"&gt;&#13;
      &lt;p&gt;I went to NYC last weekend. Got back this afternoon. Went to see some&#13;
      good music, hang out with good friends; and I happened to take the digital&#13;
      camera along with. Above: the classic subway shot.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
      &lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="images/NYCfall02/subwayguy_web.jpg" align="left" width="150" height="113"&gt;I&#13;
      was primarily interested in people this time around. My little digital&#13;
      allows me a little more personal space with which to take shots of&#13;
      unsuspecting people. I can hold the camera down around my belly button and&#13;
      take shots of things next to me, thanks to the LCD screen and the swivel&#13;
      lens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
      &lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="images/NYCfall02/restaurantgirls1_web.jpg" align="left" width="150" height="200"&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="images/NYCfall02/paperguy_web.jpg" align="right" width="100" height="133"&gt;Another&#13;
      thing about the digital camera is that while the flash is mostly useless,&#13;
      it is able to take decent shots in low light. In fact, sometimes the&#13;
      results are pretty cul, like in these shots taken in a fish and chips&#13;
      restaurant. The shot on the left is almost double exposed, and I just&#13;
      thought it turned out interestingly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
      &lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="images/NYCfall02/talktomepeps_web.jpg" align="left" width="150" height="123"&gt;Of&#13;
      course NYC never disappoints in variety of experience. Here are two people&#13;
      sitting in my hosts&amp;apos; neighborhood--Park Slope in Brooklyn--with a sign&#13;
      that says &amp;quot;Talk to me.&amp;quot; Apparently is was that simple. This shot&#13;
      was also a test of how well the digital zoom worked. Not all that well...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
      &lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="images/NYCfall02/subway_window.jpg" align="left" width="200" height="150"&gt;Speaking&#13;
      of my hosts, here they are, reflected in the window of a subway car. I&#13;
      like the way the reflection of the subway lights, the people, the&#13;
      scratched on the window graffiti and the lights of the city outside all&#13;
      interplay here.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
      &lt;p&gt;The main reason for the trip was to see my friend Courtney play at the&#13;
      famous Bitter End. She was part of a songwriter&amp;apos;s round that also included&#13;
      Ashley:&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
      &lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/NYCfall02/ashley1_web.jpg" width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
      &lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="images/NYCfall02/court1_web.jpg" width="160" height="214"&gt; Courtney&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
      &lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="1" src="images/NYCfall02/subway2_web.jpg" align="left" width="200" height="150"&gt;&#13;
      Last night in the city, on the way home after the shows. Every time I go&#13;
      to NYC, words tend to escape me. It is a place of such diversity, and a&#13;
      people that are so comfortable in their skin. It takes a few hours to get&#13;
      used to it, but soon I am reveling in the aura of all those people. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="images/NYCfall02/prospectpark_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Prospect Park, Brooklyn, NY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>12</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Imagining</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon, November 25, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>CDub concert last night</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="images/cw01_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Incredible night of music last night with one of my fav musicians, &lt;a href="http://www.christopherw.com"&gt;Christopher Williams&lt;/a&gt; (see &lt;a href="http://www.danielsjourney.com/index.php?archive=blog_2002_11_18.xml&amp;id_pass=7"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt; for one sentence of back story). Three solid hours of music for 10 clams, easily the best value I&amp;apos;ve ever experienced in years of concertgoing. Speaking of concertgoing, I think I&amp;apos;ve seen more shows in my four months in Arlington than I saw in my entire four years in Florida.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="images/cw02_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The amazing thing, besides the length of the show and the &lt;b&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt; musicianship, both on CW&amp;apos;s part and by his drummer, was what I would classify as CW&amp;apos;s ethos--he&amp;apos;s not just a folk musician, a great singer-songwriter with stories behind his songs, stories about real people and full of beautiful imagery and multi-layered metaphor, but he&amp;apos;s really an anthropologist. He has stories of re-visiting the places where songs were inspired and researching--I mean really researching, in libraries, town halls, and coffee shops--the people who inspired the song in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="images/cw03_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I introduced myself during the set break as the "other" godson. I think it took him a second to figure out what the hell I was talking about, but then I used whatever pull to request Miriam and my fav song, "One Love," ("Purdy, purdy, purdy please?") which he then played in the second set. After I said (loud enough for him to hear, actually just repeating what Miriam had just said), "Thanks." He looked out into the dark and said "You&amp;apos;re welcome." My eyes were already wet with tears. These are the only moments we have in this life, people.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Not going to proof this post. Please excuse any spelling. I have to go to NYC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>11</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Music</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Sat, November 23, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>sched; busy boy</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Tonight: Going to &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.christopherw.com/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Christopher Williams&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;, my godmother&amp;apos;s other godson, at Jammin&amp;apos; Java. One of my fav musicians, and our first time seeing him.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Tomorrow: To NYC. Possible Tom Conlon gig in Conn. Sat night. Catchin a ride to the city with &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.boboroshi.com/log/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;John&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; and &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.totushek.com/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Courtney&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;. She&amp;apos;s playing at the famous Bitter End Sunday night. I&amp;apos;m excited to go to that club. I&amp;apos;ll be staying with my friend Jason in Brooklyn and talkin&amp;apos; shop with him and maybe makin&amp;apos; some music too. Coming back Monday morning.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Wed: To Boston for T-day. Meetin&amp;apos; up with old friends, planning on having a great long weekend in another one of my fav towns.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Dec 15: Deadline for rebuild of ecom site for one of my clients, IWS. Should have their custom Cold Fusion version of SWM done by then, too.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>10</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Fri, November 22, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>I was the 7th grade chess champion at my jr. high school...</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...then in the 8th grade i was beaten (and again in the 9th, although by that time i had lost interest in the competition) by the guy who would later be my high school&amp;apos;s valedictorian. He was a white middle-class Christian. See! All the white middle-class Christians are out to get me!&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;...so naturally I found this a fascinating read:&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theatlantic.com/issues/2002/12/chun.htm&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Bobby Fischer&amp;apos;s Pathetic Endgame&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;by Rene Chun&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The Atlantic&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;via &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.dashes.com/anil/index.php&amp;quot;&amp;gt;anil&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>9</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Fri, November 22, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>pics; this is my last post about GB</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;The &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.greenbelt.org.uk&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Greenbelt&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; site has pictures (probly has for a while now, I was just coming back to the site after a while). &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.greenbelt.org.uk/festival/2002/images/seminars/greenbelt_2002_seminars_mwheeler_001.jpg&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Here&amp;apos;s one of me at the blogging seminar&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; from the seminars page (only one I was at that is documented on that page) off of &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.greenbelt.org.uk/festival/2002/report/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;the main pics page&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;. Otherwise seems that for the most part the photographers were everywhere I wasn&amp;apos;t. I don&amp;apos;t mean there aren&amp;apos;t more pics of me, silly; I mean there aren&amp;apos;t pics of the events I was at. (I was hoping for one of McGregor to supplement my lame drawing below.)&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;/miriam/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Miriam&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; helped me put together a GB scrapbook page which I&amp;apos;m pretty proud of (even though she did all the work). You can see it here (lovin&amp;apos; my new digi camera) (you&amp;apos;ll also notice there is no picture of myself on these pages, just the way I like it): &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;images/greenbelt_page.jpg&amp;quot;&amp;gt;images/greenbelt_page.jpg (1000x510px, 88K)&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I was thinking, when something, an event like Greenbelt, leaves you with enough to process and talk about for almost three months, and onward, that says something about it just by itself. Steve told me there, &amp;quot;For some people, Greenbelt is their &amp;apos;church&amp;apos; for the whole year.&amp;quot; I think this is definately the case with me. I&amp;apos;m glad I&amp;apos;ve chosen to sift through it all in this space so that I can come back in a year or two and revisit this amazing experience.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>8</dc:identifier><dc:subject>GB02</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Thu, November 21, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title/><dc:description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I renew the appeal I made most recently at Christmas for a consensus to&#13;
end the death penalty, which is both cruel and unnecessary. Modern society has&#13;
the means of protecting itself, without definitively denying criminals the&#13;
chance to reform.&amp;quot; Pope John Paul II&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Average Death Penalty cost in FL: $3.2M per&lt;br&gt;&#13;
Average cost of 40 years in prison: $602,000&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/485/david_gray1.html"&gt;new&#13;
David Gray songs&lt;/a&gt;. Really good. Added to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/wishlist/1IE1ZRAEO5E1F/"&gt;my&#13;
wish list&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Also: &lt;a href="http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/258/the_rocking_horse_winner.html"&gt;The&#13;
Rocking Horse Winner&lt;/a&gt;. Band from SoFla that I never knew about until this&#13;
afternoon. Quite good.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;M is doing a little better today. We&amp;apos;ll take anything we can get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>7</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>Daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Thu, November 21, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>McGregor</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;p&gt;So I finally had to give up on McGregor&amp;apos;s &lt;i&gt;If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things&lt;/i&gt;. It was too tedious and didn&amp;apos;t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. But if anyone likes dialogue like she said no and I said why not as I noticed a drop of sweat just about to drip off of her short originally blond but recently coloured at the salon hair like a drop of dew off a piece of grass at my grandfather&amp;apos;s summer home where we used to go in the summer when i was 2 and she said because and I said oh then this book is for you.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="images/mcgregor_crop.jpg" width="200" height="218" align="left"&gt;All this after already being somewhat taken by him at &lt;a href="http://www.greenbelt.org.uk/"&gt;Greenbelt&lt;/a&gt;, so this all comes with a but; but I still think he&amp;apos;s cul and I&amp;apos;ll probly come back to this book later.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;At his talk he quoted &lt;a href="http://www.coupland.com/"&gt;Coupland&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Instigate a policy of storytelling&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;i&gt;Gen X&lt;/i&gt;. But McGregor was quotable himself that morning, a reason to tell stories, a reason to write stories: &lt;i&gt;Share a small piece of that wonder, that godness [sic] with others&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>6</dc:identifier><dc:subject>GB02</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Wed, November 20, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>More reasons to lose hope</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I meant to stick these in my last entry:&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.truthout.com/docs_02/11.19A.wrp.obl.bed.htm&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Osama is
Under Your Bed&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;
By William Rivers Pitt&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;
t r u t h o u t&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://ftrain.com/walmart_petition.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Wal-Mart is Everything&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;
By Paul&amp;amp;nbsp;Ford&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;
ftrain&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>5</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Wed, November 20, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>Really bad hump-day; watch out for the flood of consciousness</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;It&amp;apos;s one of those times when you are just ready to throw in the towel.&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;The only Dr. we&amp;apos;ve had hopes for helping Miriam won&amp;apos;t see her because &amp;amp;quot;she
doesn&amp;apos;t fit into his current Clinical Trials protocols.&amp;amp;quot; This on the day
that she&amp;apos;s begun her lower doses of steroids (steroids are like chemo, they shut
down parts of your system that are out of control, but eventually they&amp;apos;ll shut
all of you down, given enough time) and already the burning is coming
back. It had barely gone away, just long enough for her to have a couple days of
what goes for normal these days--just itchy all the time, so itchy that you
still want to die, but one small step down from burning alive 24-7. So here we
are, again it seems that no one willing can help, and those who might be able to
are not willing. Even God himself. All of us who toyed with the idea that God is
a woman or has such a side to itself? No, Miriam put us right, only a man could
be so cold and careless. Feminine qualities, compassion, caring, nurturing. No. &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;In
all this, Job did not sin by charging God with wrongdoing.&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; &amp;amp;quot;May the day
of my birth perish.&amp;amp;quot; &amp;amp;quot;If I have sinned, what have I done to you, O
watcher of men? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to
you?&amp;amp;quot; &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;Where were you when I laid the earth&amp;apos;s foundation?&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;To which I say, where are you now? &amp;amp;quot;What strength do I have, that I should still hope?
What prospects, that I should be patient?&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;If it were me suffering, I would understand. I am the nastiest of sinners
Jesus has ever had to forgive. I make him regret what he did. But it&amp;apos;s not
me.&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Sorry Most Major Religions, but I&amp;apos;m finding Abraham&amp;apos;s God wanting.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I think the point of the story of Job was to show how people who aren&amp;apos;t suffering can be
such assholes sometimes. People have said the the lesson of Job is &amp;amp;quot;don&amp;apos;t
be like Job.&amp;amp;quot; I&amp;apos;ve said it myself in the past, and I am ashamed. I think
Job was the most righteous person ever. Only people living in the Lie of comfort
and western superiority can think otherwise.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;Life is suffering; the whole world suffers; except for those who make others
suffer; the elite; the bullet makers; the bomb droppers. The ones in helping
professions who look only after their own interests. I don&amp;apos;t care what it is,
doctors, politicians, soccer moms; I am overcome with the darkness in the world today, and
the way in which healthy people justify themselves, come up with carefully
crafted lies they whisper all day long; greater good, America, freedom,
prosperity, national security. The Dream.&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;What they really mean is Me. The Great One. Me. Myself. Excuse Me, you are in
My Way.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I recently finished a book our friend Ryan (now Vice Consul, U.S. Consulate
General, Jeddah, Saudi Arabia) gave us his last day in DC, &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0156002108/qid=1037829692/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_1/103-8818846-0069425?v=glance&amp;amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;amp;n=507846&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Towing
Jehovah&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; by James Morrow; an excellent story, well told, if a little
heavy handed in its deist message; not heavy handed so much as the story went
out of its way to deliver the least subtle portion of said message, the more
subtle points made throughout being much more effective; but at any rate quite
appropriate for this time in my history, and definitely enough to warrant
further &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url/index=books&amp;amp;amp;field-author=Morrow,%20James/103-8818846-0069425&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Morrow&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;
reading. I bring it up now because I wish to quote him now in this context.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;

&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;i&amp;gt;There are no atheists in foxholes&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;: a clever maxim...dry, wry,
and appealing...That maxim, it&amp;apos;s not an argument against atheism--it&amp;apos;s an
argument against foxholes.&amp;amp;quot;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>4</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Wed, November 20, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>SWM release schedule</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;p&gt;...while I&amp;apos;m thinking of it...&lt;br&gt;&#13;
&lt;b&gt;Update (01/07/03):&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;striking through&lt;/s&gt; bits that are done, since I&amp;apos;ve completed some things quite nonlinearly (as always)&lt;br&gt;&#13;
&lt;br&gt;&#13;
currently on 0.1 : &lt;s&gt;creating and writing site from one type of content. hard FTP upload of data. anyone with PHP and the domxml extension installed on their webserver, and the know-how to plug in a true mess of code into their page, can blog with SWM&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&#13;
0.2 : &lt;s&gt;web-based FTP. can run PHP on local machine (or different remote machine w/required libraries) and push-button publish to webserver&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&#13;
0.2.1 : &lt;s&gt;convert line breaks in form to HTML&lt;/s&gt; and/or get fancy HTML form&lt;br&gt;&#13;
0.3 : &lt;s&gt;move code into SWM library&lt;/s&gt;. (&lt;b&gt;U:&lt;/b&gt; partial but ongoing)&lt;br&gt;&#13;
0.4 : multiple content types supported&lt;br&gt;&#13;
0.5 : modifying of prior entries&lt;br&gt;&#13;
0.6 : archiving&lt;br&gt;&#13;
0.7 : XSLT support&lt;br&gt;&#13;
0.8 : preview/publish support (on the server) (&lt;b&gt;U:&lt;/b&gt; not until &gt;1.0 release. Very low priority now, with &#13;
different client/server architecture, running local webserver.).&lt;br&gt;&#13;
0.9 : control panel. i.e. automatic archiving, specify different root directories for different content &#13;
types, specify RSS directory, different automatic date formats, &lt;s&gt;CATEGORY INDEXES (whew that one&amp;apos;s going to be fun)&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;U:&lt;/b&gt; partially, still need rank-order cats; also this did not belong under control panel) &lt;br&gt;&#13;
1.0 : release of &lt;s&gt;web&lt;/s&gt;(&lt;b&gt;U:&lt;/b&gt; desk!)-based SWM CMS. timeframe: &lt;s&gt;Dec 31, 2002&lt;/s&gt; (&lt;b&gt;U:&lt;/b&gt; Apr 31, 2003).&lt;br&gt;&#13;
1.2 : &lt;s&gt;desktop client&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&#13;
1.4 : support BloggerAPI.&lt;br&gt;&#13;
2.0 : full desktop client (template creation, page modifications, drag and drop SWM content into HTML, etc.) (individual functionality modules may be released under various 2.x versions)&lt;br&gt;&#13;
&lt;br&gt;&#13;
&lt;b&gt;U:&lt;/b&gt; another view. Current SWM &lt;i&gt;features&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&#13;
&lt;div style="margin-left:10px;"&gt;as of 01/07/03:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&#13;
&lt;div style="margin-left:10px;"&gt;01. auto content creation&lt;br&gt;&#13;
02. category and time-based presentation&lt;br&gt;&#13;
03. auto FTP of current archive to server&lt;br&gt;&#13;
04. auto create new archive&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&#13;
planned:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&#13;
&lt;div style="margin-left:10px;"&gt;02a. auto category picker on create form&lt;br&gt;&#13;
03a. auto FTP with rank-order listing of all local files to pick from (i.e. current archive still automatically &#13;
selected, but below that are the rest of the type archives, the php, html. images in seperate list. one button to upload all selected files.)&lt;br&gt;&#13;
04a. auto create new current archive from unselected entries, i.e. unselected entries become (or remain, depending on &#13;
how you look at it) current archive, selected become &amp;apos;regular&amp;apos; archive.&lt;br&gt;&#13;
05. edit posts&lt;br&gt;&#13;
06. multiple content types supported&lt;br&gt;&#13;
07. layout engine&lt;br&gt;&#13;
08. desktop client encapsulation&lt;/div&gt;&#13;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>3</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Design</dc:subject><dc:creator>Daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Tue, November 19, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>Art-O-Matic among other things</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/artO_01.gif&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;I&amp;apos;ll be commenting on a lot of stories and beauty...good, bad, beautiful or no, in the coming days. In the meantime I have a lot of work to do; today I&amp;apos;m doing client stuff all day. It&amp;apos;s amazing. Working for money. Doesn&amp;apos;t happen very often.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;So I&amp;apos;ll leave you with this image, to contemplate its vast and temendously deep meaning... :)&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>2</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Imagining</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Tue, November 19, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>This is about my 20th test of the SWM content creation tool</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;p&gt;So let&amp;apos;s make this a real entry shall we?&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="images/metro_elevator.jpg" align="left"&gt;To the left is another new image of mine, from our &lt;a href="http://www.wmata.com/metrorail/systemmap.cfm"&gt;Metro&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wmata.com/metrorail/Stations/station.cfm?station=96"&gt;stop&lt;/a&gt; (courthouse in case you can&amp;apos;t read it there).&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;Something I&amp;apos;ve been meaning to point out to ya&amp;apos;ll is an excellent article by my good friend &lt;a href="http://www.btinternet.com/~smallritual/"&gt;Steve&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://seaspray.trinity-bris.ac.uk/~aworg/theory/chillout.html"&gt;Chillout&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&#13;
&lt;p&gt;SO, I&amp;apos;ve got a basic interface for creating content in SWM built, and my &lt;a href="http://www.featureprice.com/"&gt;webhost&lt;/a&gt; doesn&amp;apos;t support the &lt;a href="http://www.php.net/manual/en/ref.domxml.php"&gt;PHP library&lt;/a&gt; necessary for it to work, so that makes things interesting...time to pursue the desktop product with more anger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>1</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Design</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon, November 18, 2002</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item></rdf:RDF>
