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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>&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;media/donniedarko.mp3&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/june_2003/donnie/cap177.jpg&amp;quot; align=&amp;quot;middle&amp;quot; border=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>36</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Sat.28.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title/><dc:description>&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/sarajevo/june_2003/DSCN1070.jpg&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;Humans live out of curiosity. That&amp;apos;s the best and most honest way. Anything else is just a false way of courting other people&amp;apos;s tears. Camus demanded and gave melodramatic explanations. For those whose death isn&amp;apos;t accidental, the situation is as follows: women and homosexuals slit their wrists, soldiers and boors shoot themselves in the head, actors and romantics swallow pills, the clumsy and the neurotic shoot themselves in the heart, the ignorant and the perverse hang themselves, the ambitious and the weak jump off bridges, sad cases and intellectuals jump from roofs or top floors.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;Miljenko Jergovi&amp;amp;#263;, &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Sarajevo Marlboro&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;, page 95.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>35</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Fri.27.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title/><dc:description>&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;maybe&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>34</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Fri.27.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>man on tube</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/june_2003/london/man_on_tube.jpg&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;330&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;248&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;the world is exploding all around, per usual, and i could take or leave it all.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot;white&amp;quot;&amp;gt;If only this guy knew he was the current icon of a &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;major website visited by thousands!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;You know, sometimes I&amp;apos;m ready to just bail on this thinking-feeling-fame-and-fortune thing and just drink myself to death.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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You know, I actually said one time that I couldn&amp;apos;t understand how spouses could sit around all day and just watch the telly; but now I take that back; but I bet it is even better to sit around all day watching telly and then get completely pissed every night. That sounds like a plan.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I am the pathetic spouse.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>33</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Imagining</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Thu.26.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>we think therefore we blog</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;I shall continue to write...mostly because...I can&amp;apos;t not think (and eventually write)...&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.v-2.org/displayArticle.php?article_num=492&amp;quot;&amp;gt;v-2&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>32</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Quotable</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon.16.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>classic</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://a799.g.akamai.net/3/799/388/be17eb5236396d/www.msnbc.com/comics/comics/bo030614.gif&amp;quot;&amp;gt;jesus: this is not spam&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; (via &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/2003_06_15_theyblinked_archive.html#95678269&amp;quot;&amp;gt;theyblinked&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; via &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://mel-x.blogspot.com/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;mel-x&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>31</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon.16.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>frustrations</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;All morning someone has been hammering on the walls in some adjacent apartment. I think it has to be one of them below us, but you know how you can&amp;apos;t ever pinpoint such a sound? Yeah, because if I could I would go kick his unholy ass back to Herzegovina.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I&amp;apos;m also trying to figure out what takes 4 hours to hammer.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I also realized how hard making something easy is. I&amp;apos;m trying to create a more simple, intuitive template for you all, but it is hard, let me tell you. I realize now why all the blogging tools so far just store your data in a DB, have a proprietary template format, and dump out HTML.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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There is no such thing as the elegant solution in technology.</dc:description><dc:identifier>30</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon.16.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>History of the RSS fork</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;a href="http://diveintomark.org/archives/2002/09/06/history_of_the_rss_fork.html"&gt;History of the RSS fork&lt;/a&gt;. Grr. &lt;br /&gt;&#13;
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This probably doesn&amp;apos;t interest 90% of my readers, but in the context of &lt;a href="index.php?file=blog_2003_06_04.xml&amp;id=26" title="&amp;apos;committee vs. working group&amp;apos; -- comments on RDF and the RSS 1.0 spec"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, is quite interesting. {Also, some of my language in that post is more interesting, "the only really adopted use of RDF was rapidly and forcefully dropped on the scene" was meant to be complimentary, but from Dave W&amp;apos;s mouth would be a flame, I assume.}&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
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I have been struggling for some time with SWIM&amp;apos;s data architecture. I am 95% ready to settle on RSS 1.0 as an initial data structure, because it will both serve most of my potential initial users&amp;apos; needs and it complies with the most widely accepted format for the Semantic Web. And &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; of it&amp;apos;s complex namespace-based design, I can extend it (internally) in the future while still complying with the original spec. I just didn&amp;apos;t know I was choosing sides on such a vicious fight. It had never occurred to me what a big deal the different RSS specs were. One group/org spec&amp;apos;d RSS 9.x, another RSS 1.0. The acro RSS itself can mean diff things. I publish RSS 9.1. I&amp;apos;m building the next gen of that content system on RSS 1.0. Big f&amp;apos;n deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>29</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Design</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Sun.15.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>quirks continued</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;index.php?file=blog_2003_05_02.xml&amp;amp;id=9&amp;quot;&amp;gt;historical&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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not all light switches switch the other way. they vary from switch to switch.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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eastern Europe has its own smell. western Europe has its own smell. within eastern Europe, Slovakia&amp;apos;s smell varies slightly from Bosnia&amp;apos;s. within western Europe, Germany&amp;apos;s varies slightly from the UK&amp;apos;s. I think the water must play a large part in this. I&amp;apos;m surprised I never noticed it before.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Best response to the stories so far:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://lastsecondcomeback.com/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Jeff&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; wrote: &amp;quot;...i hope everything&amp;apos;s going well in the old country... just make sure when you rub the paint off the walls that you&amp;apos;re not eating it afterwards!!!!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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...Which is funny, because there is this Yugoslavian (can I use that word?) director who did all these famous movies, all very dark, and in the one the main character, a boy, eats the walls.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;People don&amp;apos;t honk their car horn when someone else gets in their way, they honk when they are getting in someone else&amp;apos;s way. Not Hey asshole don&amp;apos;t pull out in front of me! rather Hey asshole I&amp;apos;m pulling out in front of you.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;While Europe wins in aesthetic design, functional design definitely goes to the States. Things here are designed in ways that they either do not work intuitively at all (no matter your cultural background), or have certain elements of their design that work against their main function. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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...Toilets are a perfect example. Now, there has already been much discussion about Eastern European toilets &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.spies.com/~scott/misc/toilet.htm&amp;quot;&amp;gt;ref&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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...Another winner is our clothes dryer. Now, most of you should be thinking, Eastern Europe, you should be happy to even have a dryer. True, but this is discussion about bad design nothing else. The lint catcher in this dryer is a circular filter that does not come out and sits around the opening. This means that not only can you not properly clean the lint from the thing, but even if you spend an hour cleaning it, when you remove your clothes, lint still gets all over them.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Workers also do not seem to take as much pride in their work. Not sure if it a holdover from the communist days or what, but, just for example, we live in a brand new building and there are permanent marks all over from installations and interior construction. Even as simple as grout that was left on the floor or tile; or some very black, very permanent trail on the stairs that goes from one floor to another...or those random light switches...</dc:description><dc:identifier>28</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Sun.15.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>cracktown</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;Well, I was reading a book and lying on my bed / When a crazy little thought just danced into my head / I thought I&amp;apos;d open the door and create a little breeze / But wouldn&amp;apos;t you know it, I started to sneeze / My landlady though was in just the right place / She shut the door quick so I don&amp;apos;t have a paralyzed face...&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://ellensjourney.org/stranger/archives/000607.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;too funny...&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>27</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Sat.14.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>committee vs. working group</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/2003_06_08_theyblinked_archive.html#95635661&amp;quot;&amp;gt;theyblinked with a lucid comment&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; off of the &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.rferl.org/nca/features/2003/06/13062003152608.asp&amp;quot;&amp;gt;EU&amp;apos;s finally getting through a draft constitution&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;As I was reading this my first thoughts were how these discussions, negotiations and agreements were not unlike the working groups that hammer out public tech specifications.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;...not sure if he meant to put a big &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;but&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; in here, but goes on to say:&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;There seems to be such a palpable difference between your average committee and your average working group. The former seems so often to imply oversight and enforcement while the later a collective process of creation; the former commissioned indefinitely and the later a bombastic birthing process with outcomes and end points.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;...As someone who has been pouring over tech specifications for the so-called &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;index.php?file=blog_2003_05_26.xml&amp;amp;id=38&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Semantic Web&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; for the last 2 months, I have a bit less idealistic view of tech working groups. I think the pivot point is something different. E.g.: &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.w3.org/RDF&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;do not hold me to this link i&amp;apos;m going from memory&amp;quot;&amp;gt;RDF&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;, the main (XML) data format meant to begin the process of building the Semantic Web--the working group for RDF was put together somewhere around 1998 (I&amp;apos;m guessing since a first draft of the spec was published in 1999). They are still f&amp;apos;ing around with it, and in 4 years RDF as a whole has not gained any support outside of academic circles. RSS, on the other hand, has vast public support through the syndicating of blogs. While RSS .9x and 2.0 are not RDF, the most widely adopted version of RSS (thanks to moveabletype) is 1.0, an RDF format. So the only really adopted use of RDF was rapidly and forcefully dropped on the scene by people not affiliated with the so-called &amp;quot;authors&amp;quot; of the Semantic Web or in the working group at all. (&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;Update:&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; that very last statement is not really true, some of the authors of RSS 1.0 have been very much involved in RDF from its infancy, which also incidentally was well before 1998-9...I&amp;apos;m not sure what took so long for a RDF 1.0 spec.)&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Point is, I think, that the creative moments of history tend not to &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;ever&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; come out of any institutionally-linked group of any type, but rather in a spontaneous combustion between individuals working outside the grid, who are driven by both a market and a passion for their vision, and between themselves and that vision lies the necessity of some technology/document/government/paradigm shift. The throngs speak of successful people as being in the right place at the right time, but I think institutions and societies are in the right place and time in relation to those individuals, not the other way around.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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When Tim Berners-Lee invented the World Wide Web he was an individual. Then the whole thing exploded and he helped create the &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://w3c.org&amp;quot;&amp;gt;W3C&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;. Now he is trying to execute on the Semantic Web from within that institution, and it ain&amp;apos;t gonna happen. It is only going to happen when a few of us lonely mavericks create applications that take the true idea, get through all the institutional diarrhea, and create something meaningful for real people.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Basically, bullshit is just bullshit as long as it&amp;apos;s just laying around the pasture. It&amp;apos;s when you take it and spread it over your crops that things get interesting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
{Surely someone has said exactly that already.}&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;strong&amp;gt;Update:&amp;lt;/strong&amp;gt; dan &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/2003_06_08_theyblinked_archive.html#95678122&amp;quot;&amp;gt;responds&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; to my response; but I&amp;apos;m not sure where the conversation has gone now. My point was that tech working groups are not any better than government bureaucracies. Obviously, RSS was not created by one person, but the group of people that have developed RSS have not been as institutionally linked, and they have been the people that are actually making use of the technology in the real world. dan&amp;apos;s final point: &amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;...while i agree that the WWW was not originally invented by committee our experience of the web today rests not simply upon the work of the maverick, but upon the collective tensions of this work at the center of an economy of committees and world-wide adoption patterns--creating something much more than was originally envisioned in CERN not so many years ago.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;...but then, dan&amp;apos;s drunk &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://simon.incutio.com/archive/2003/06/16/evangelism&amp;quot;&amp;gt;the kool-aid&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;. jk! we kid, dan, because we love! &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>26</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Comment</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Sat.14.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title/><dc:description>&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;Among his staple ingredients was the odd spoonful of a Bosnian metaphysics that was strongly opposed to the idea of nutrition or a healthy diet, being more interested in unadulterated hedonism.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;Miljenko Jergovi&amp;amp;#263; in &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Sarajevo Marlboro&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;, page 40.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>25</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Quotable</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Fri.13.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>jazz</dc:title><dc:description>So Wednesdays at 2 at the City Pub there is live jazz. Once my snare drum gets here from DC I will be sitting in with these cats. Until then I will be enjoying their performances, tuning my ears, getting used to their timing.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I don&amp;apos;t know why, but I love the image of a stand-up bass.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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On the way home I snapshot this guy begging in old town. He has the most classic features I&amp;apos;ve ever seen in such an old man.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/sarajevo/june_2003/old_man_begging.jpg&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>24</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Imagining</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Thu.12.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>a simple guide to MY a-list bloggers</dc:title><dc:description>Inspired by &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://radio.weblogs.com/0001011/blogparody.htm&amp;quot;&amp;gt;this hillarious blog parody&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; (hillarious if you are a blogosphere geek, that is, but it would give the necessary context for this piece), I have made my own &amp;quot;guide&amp;quot;:
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Dan Hughes&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I will amaze you with my words. You cannot understand what I am saying. You are becoming sleepy. You will do as I say. Something about technology. Something about theology. Something &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;really&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; deep about technology &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;and&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; theology that you can&amp;apos;t understand. Politics. Politics. Politics. Why is the US so &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;stupid&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;? Link link link. Links to politics. Link to technology. Please stop sending me &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;index.php?file=blog_2003_03_06.xml&amp;amp;id=47&amp;quot;&amp;gt;hatemail&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;. What kind of loser must you be to send &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;me&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; hatemail? Something else you can&amp;apos;t understand.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.jordoncooper.sk.ca&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Jordon Cooper&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Church. Church. Church. I work in the church. The church sucks. Sometimes. Wait, no, I love the church. I&amp;apos;m Canadian. Politics. What&amp;apos;s wrong with the world? Where&amp;apos;s the love? Nasty fundie xians please go away and stop leaving nasty comments and sending hatemail. Did I mention I&amp;apos;m Canadian? Church. Hockey. Yes! Why can&amp;apos;t we all just play hockey in church?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://ftrain.com&amp;quot;&amp;gt;ftrain&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I am a soft cuddly little plush toy. See? Here&amp;apos;s a pic that proves it. Women want to squeeze me. Self-respecting women &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;would&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; want to squeeze me, if there were any out there. Woman want rough men, apparently. I&amp;apos;m screwed. But I&amp;apos;m ok with it, really. New York City. Brooklyn to be precise. Brooklyn Brooklyn Brooklyn. Did I mention my life in Brooklyn? Took the ftrain home. Got on NPR. Couple times. Please cuddle with me?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://monkhouse.blogspot.com&amp;quot;&amp;gt;David Hopkins&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I am a soft cuddly Texan. Don&amp;apos;t judge Texas. Look at me! I&amp;apos;m a Texan and I&amp;apos;m short and cuddly. Comics. Comics. Comics. Comics &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;will&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; save the world. Thank you.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.benhammersley.com/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Ben Hammersley&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I am an unbelievably charming British guy married to an unbelievably hot Swedish woman. All those impossibly handsome, suave British guys in those impossibly cool, make-all-women-swoon British movies? They&amp;apos;ve got nothing on me. I am moving to Italy because I &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;can&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;. I am so cool that I don&amp;apos;t have to prove that I&amp;apos;m cool to anyone, and that makes me more cool.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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And let&amp;apos;s get this one out of the way before someone else does:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Daniel Miller&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I live in Sarajevo. See? Pictures prove I live in Sarajevo. Sarajevo is possibly the coolest town in the world. No, it sucks. No, wait, I love it here. I&amp;apos;m an &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;artist. Ar-teest.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; Down with the man! Down with record labels! Someday we&amp;apos;ll all live happily ever after in one big cuddly artist commune. Artists will never be hungry again. In the meantime you&amp;apos;re fucked and down with Madonna. (Heh-heh. I said &amp;quot;fucked.&amp;quot;) Oh. But I&amp;apos;ll be ok. Miriam. I love Miriam. She&amp;apos;s really smart, really sexy, &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;and&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; she makes money so we don&amp;apos;t go hungry. Link link link. Technology technology technology. I&amp;apos;m making this product. Really, I am. Really. I mean it &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;this&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; time...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I have no idea why I used the word &amp;quot;cuddly&amp;quot; so many times in this post. I swear I never used that word before, and I swear to never use it again. Again, please accept my apologies.</dc:description><dc:identifier>23</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Comment</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Thu.12.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>Salam Pax on media</dc:title><dc:description>Salam Pax in &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://tekka.net/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Tekka&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;...The media do this to a large degree, and the media will backfire too. &amp;quot;The Global Village&amp;quot; ...what stupid words. There is an implication of equality in this idea of &amp;quot;Village&amp;quot; but there is no equality. None.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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...Media is an American tool now. The Americans think that they are the only people making television shows and music and news. But more and more people are learning how to use these tools. Then suddenly these people use your tools against you. We are now learning how to get what we want to say on your TVs. If Iraq is not on the TV we are out of the American consciousness. Consider Afghanistan: if it&amp;apos;s not on the TV, then let it rot. Osama bin Laden is an expert at this. He drops every now and then just a little note, just a few phrases, to al-Jazeera or whoever. Just to let you know he&amp;apos;s still there. Like a monster under your bed. He&amp;apos;s there forever. The issue here is not whether the tapes -- or even bin Laden -- are real. It&amp;apos;s about the terror that is generated by manipulating the media -- just as the Americans have done.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;Don&amp;apos;t like Tekka&amp;apos;s model, a standard subscription that I found too expensive. I would&amp;apos;ve definately paid a buck to read this article, though.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>22</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Quotable</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Wed.11.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>what a day</dc:title><dc:description>It is late-late Tuesday night. Yeah.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/sarajevo/june_2003/june10_walk1.jpg&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
It started with a quest. A quest to find a place to repair my beloved Camper shoes. Miriam saw a place on a street we frequently walk, so I first went there. Found the place. Hard to figure out exactly how you entered the establishment. Tried the, was it the door? Some guy behind me, shouting, &amp;quot;Blah blah blah! Blah blah!&amp;quot; Of course it&amp;apos;s in Bosnian and &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Ja ne govorim Bosanski&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;. Not hard to figure out, though, the shopkeeper had &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;just&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; left for lunch. I had in fact just walked right by her. She returned to open up for me and I showed her my sole-coming-off shoe. &amp;quot;Blah blah blah, blah blah blah.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Smile. &amp;quot;Ne govorim Bosanski?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Aha.&amp;quot; Hand signals. She can&amp;apos;t do it. Mentioning of different place. Bust out pen and paper. Writes down name of place. &amp;quot;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Preko-puta velika Po&amp;amp;scaron;ta&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;.&amp;quot; Good. &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Dobro. Across from the big post office.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Have to swing by Embassy anyway. Protests outside of Bosnian government building next to Embassy. Interesting.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/sarajevo/june_2003/protests1.jpg&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Ask the Embassy guard where the big post office is. Straight down to the river and just down to the left. Cul.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Straight down to the river, I know where I am. I am right across from the &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Scandaria&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;, a big underground mall of sorts, where a friend of ours owns a shoestore. In fact, almost all the stores in Scandaria are shoe stores. Maybe a good place to get my shoe fixed?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Plan is to just walk casually by friend&amp;apos;s shoe store, if friend is not there, to just leave and go &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;preko puta po&amp;amp;scaron;ta&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;. Friend&amp;apos;s employee isn&amp;apos;t &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;in&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; the store, of course, no, she is sitting in the hallway &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;outside&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; the store. No more subtle. &amp;quot;&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Ciao Daniel!&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;quot; &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Govorim...er...govori&amp;amp;scaron; li Engleski? ...Ne?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; Display shoe. She grabs english speaker nearby. No place in Scandaria for fixing shoes. &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Where is this place across from po&amp;amp;scaron;ta?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; Don&amp;apos;t know, but that name is also the name of a bridge, three bridges down. &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Dobro. Hvala.&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Walk down the river. Pass &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;index.php?file=blog_2003_06_04.xml&amp;amp;id=9&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Academia Umjetnosti&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; on &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;this/it&amp;apos;s&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; side of the river. Yeah.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Get to location of supposed shoe repair shop. Lots of shops. Been here before. No shoe repair shop. Walk around. Cross river. Walk around po&amp;amp;scaron;ta a couple times. &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Ni&amp;amp;scaron;ta&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/sarajevo/june_2003/national_theatre.jpg&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;National Theatre is right next to the po&amp;amp;scaron;ta. Took picture. Noted Italian SFOR guy smoking and looking apathetic, as all Italian SFOR guys do.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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F it. Going to go buy groceries for planned tuna pasta tonight. Go to market, to my usual stand with the nice guy who speaks english and his very dear mother. Ask about tomato paste (does it exist?) and he takes me himself to a store next to the market where his friends who also speak english help me out with all my grocery needs. Also ask him about a shoe place. Down the street from the Swedish embassy. Ok. Head over there. Shoe shops. No shoe repair shop. Circle the block. Go into one shoe shop and display busted shoe. Ni&amp;amp;scaron;ta.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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F IT F IT F IT! &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;index.php?file=blog_2003_05_13.xml&amp;amp;id=21&amp;quot;&amp;gt;That was such bullshit what I said&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;! This sucks! One last thing: looking for this book Sarajevo Marlboro my Bosnian teacher told me about. He said there was a bookshop down this alley next to Beneton that should have it in English. Try the bookstore before Beneton. &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Nema&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;. Alley before Beneton. Ok. No bookstore...BUT...shoe freaking repair place! W...T...F?! Enter cautiously. Display shoe. No problem! Two days! &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;Koliko kosta?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; 5 marks. 3 bucks! Awesome! Takes shoe. &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;To je sve? That&amp;apos;s it?&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; Isn&amp;apos;t he going to take my name? Guess not. Just going to remember me. Two days. My precious Campers shall be fixed.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Unbelievable.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Tonight was an equally unbelievable experience as well, one I will have to share at a later time. For now: I was invited to sit in with a band (on drums) tomorrow at 2. I decided just to go watch for now. Met some very cul cats. One in particular.
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>21</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Wed.11.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>blogging on a self-publishing experiment</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://erikbenson.com/index.cgi?node=self-publishing&amp;quot;&amp;gt;erik benson: self-publishing&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;. i will be watching that space with some interest.&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>Mon.09.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>the pope the pope the pope</dc:title><dc:description>&lt;a href="http://www.danielsjourney.com/syndicates.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fp.moreover.com%2Fcgi-local%2Fpage%3Fo%3Drss%26c%3DBalkans%2520news"&gt;balkan news&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>17</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Balkans</dc:subject><dc:creator>Daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon.09.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>black light</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot;#ffffff&amp;quot;&amp;gt;This is fun writing under the black light of our blogs.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>16</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon.09.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title/><dc:description>&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;...deal with the oddities of the creative cadence; the unregimented eccentricities of the artist&amp;apos;s way in the world. or those engaged in said art must be willing to live outside of the structures of economic exchange that define what it is to fashion a life, a practice, that carries on ancient patterns of existence that are living reminders of what once was and yet can be.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;em&amp;gt;{it&amp;apos;s easier to run a corporation, be a celebrity and sell salvation. this might explain why getting your MDiv and your MBA are such similar processes.}&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/2003_06_08_theyblinked_archive.html#95435929&amp;quot;&amp;gt;ref&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>15</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Quotable</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon.09.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>Integration Research redux n</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;integration/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;IR: Another iteration of the same idea&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;, minor tweaking hopefully clarifying vision etc., last call for &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;mailto:spam@danielsjourney.com?subject=why.yes.here.is.your.IR.feedback&amp;quot;&amp;gt;feedback&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; on this stuff (realizing that I&amp;apos;m just as lazy on that as anyone &amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot;#ffffff&amp;quot;&amp;gt;{can I get a witness &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://theyblinked.com&amp;quot;&amp;gt;dan&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; [hey you never wrote me back &amp;quot;f u&amp;quot; on that feedback email i sent u, what&amp;apos;s up?]?}&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;). &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;integration/IR-logo-2-smaller.png&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;300&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;229&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>14</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Announcements</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon.09.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>tweak</dc:title><dc:description>Getting myself warmed up for what I hope to be a tremendous week of coding, I ever so slightly tweaked DJDC to save bandwidth: I hide the text for any entry older than the last 3 days-of-entries. (Currently, the 3rd day is already "hidden" by default.)&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
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Much more bandwidth saving stuff and other cul things coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>13</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Design</dc:subject><dc:creator>Daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon.09.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>imid?</dc:title><dc:description>Yesterday afternoon we went to this popular restaurant located somewhat out of town called &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;imid&amp;amp;#382;&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; (&amp;quot;image&amp;quot;). It is located next to a river and has various levels of seating. Pretty cul place all in all. Today we sat right next to the river and I took these two shots, up and downstream, and here I&amp;apos;ve mashed them together in my weirdness:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/sarajevo/june_2003/image2.jpg&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>12</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Mon.09.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>stairs</dc:title><dc:description>These are the stairs &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;index.php?file=blog_2003_05_26.xml&amp;amp;id=20&amp;quot;&amp;gt;I run up&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; sometimes. I never noticed the graves before:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;images/sarajevo/june_2003/stairs.jpg&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>11</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Minutia</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Sun.08.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>Songs that won't be sung</dc:title><dc:description>I was cleaning out my songbook yesterday, removing the lyric sheets for songs I wrote afternoons long ago but which I cannot remember or would never play anymore...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;An interesting observation of a predominantly trying-to-escape-from-evangelicalism-with-my-faith-intact journey...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Do something new with me&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Do something new with me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Do something new through me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Do something new in me&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Enough about me, what do you think about me?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Lord you are God&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
But how do I say that&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Without seeming stupid&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Without...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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{never finished}&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Insired by some Radiohead:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;A word&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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we look for when i am king&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
we look for you are of no consequence&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
we look for you have no style&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
we look for i have the style pants&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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we look for connection&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
we look for separation&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
we look for things for&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
for which i must repent&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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That last one and this one are the oldest here. Definately inspired by my Evolutionary Psychology class:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Academia&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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People with agendas&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
People in control&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
People with intentions&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
People in the know&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Academia...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Eyes glazed over/abitious to death/defending their lives/with every breath/words so useless/shifting the blame/limping along/denying they&amp;apos;re lame/you have got me/i&amp;apos;m all wrong/why don&amp;apos;t you talk/to me for so so long/don&amp;apos;t ask me my opinion/just to shoot me down/the truth you speak it/is such a loud loud sound/exchange stroke for stroke/don&amp;apos;t go down in the count/your darwinian identity/is without any doubt/i don&amp;apos;t hurt you/you don&amp;apos;t hurt me/our selfishness/results in anarchy&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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{nice!}&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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No title, just can&amp;apos;t find the electronic copy anywhere so I want to preserve this verse here. I&amp;apos;m pretty sure this never got put to music:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;Beautiful things come about upon the inspiration of beauty&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
To behold a piece of beauty struggling to stay alive in this war worn land&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Is indeed the purest and deepest source of courage&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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This is another classic one, so ...blunt:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;A jilted lover is the world&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt; {loved that title!}&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Get the job to make the money&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
To impress the girls to get the wife&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
To buy the house to have the kids&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Now stay at the job and ruin your life&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Slave to the system/Driving like a piston&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Take another hit of what you think is livin&amp;apos;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Wanna drive a beamer/take trips on a steamer&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
All you have become is one big schemer&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
Now to the world you&amp;apos;ve shown/yours is the biggest dome&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
But what is a house if it never is a home?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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There are two things you can&amp;apos;t put a price on: my dignity and my health/But I know who controls my life while you just have to play the hand you&amp;apos;re dealt/So don&amp;apos;t assume that I am one of you, doing all those things that blind men do/You&amp;apos;re no judge of affect, so go wallow in your own self, just leave me alone/Can I, will I pray for you?/Maybe once before I go/Maybe then it will show/What it is in my eyes that scares you to death/You&amp;apos;ve never been able to read me, but maybe now you will see me...as I go...</dc:description><dc:identifier>10</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Music</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Sun.08.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>academija umjetnosti</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;img alt=&amp;quot;DSCN0929 (29K)&amp;quot; src=&amp;quot;images/sarajevo/june_2003/DSCN0929.jpg&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;400&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;300&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I&amp;apos;ve been trying to get a decent digi shot of this place since we got here, and no, I wouldn&amp;apos;t consider this a decent shot, but oh well. I haven&amp;apos;t yet, believe it or not, made a walking trip around town for the sole purpose of taking pictures; and while the art college is literally right down the street from us, I hadn&amp;apos;t yet walked on the far side of the (busy) street in order to get a clearer shot of the place. Anyway, this is somewhat of an iconic structure of Sarajevo.</dc:description><dc:identifier>9</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Imagining</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Fri.06.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>road diary of Michael Knott's co-conspiritor</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;Sunday night was spent relaxing after a long and rainy drive. The show last night at The New Belmot in Norfolk was interesting. Michael was performing the way he usually does to a fairly empty club. There were about fifteen to twenty people at the bar or playing pool at the back. About six songs in, a bartender came up to the stage and told Michael that he had to stop soon because he was &amp;quot;bumming people out&amp;quot;. Michael said, &amp;quot;Too much Jesus?&amp;quot; and she replied with an affirmative shrug. Michael did a quick version of &amp;quot;Rock Stars on H&amp;quot; and then jumped off.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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He was pretty bummed out, obviously. He had noticed a couple of guys at the bar paying attention to him so he walked up to them and gave them each a CD. When we walked by them again later on the way out, the stopped him and asked him to sign it. They had really enjoyed what they saw and were pleasantly surprised because they didn&amp;apos;t know that there would be live music that night. Another person at the bar commented on one of Michael&amp;apos;s paintings and how she liked it. These things really made up for being asked to stop because it showed him that his music and art do reach people, even when it seems like it doesn&amp;apos;t.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://127.0.0.1/djdc/swm/create.php?type=blog&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Michael Knott Spring Tour 2003&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>8</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Thu.05.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>The hidden facts of our cabal</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.kuro5hin.org/story/2003/6/1/124527/7208&amp;quot;&amp;gt;kuro5hin: The hidden facts of our cabal&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;The neo-conservative team that rules our planet is shrouded in secrecy. Where did they come from? What are their real names? How many of them are wearing wigs? &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I don&amp;apos;t know the answers to any of these questions, but there is one thing that we do know about these people: They all have children... And behind each child lies an act so deplorable, so ridiculous and vile, that I have trouble naming it. This little-known phenomneon, that our leaders are engaged in and obsessed with, is known on the street as &amp;apos;sex&amp;apos;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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This got me thinking. Where do children come from? After extensive research I found Dr. Mark Hopkins, of Johns Hopkins Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland, USA. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Dr Hopkins told me that children, in fact, come from a disgusting and fluid-laden act called &amp;apos;Sexual Intercourse&amp;apos;...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Thats right...Cheney, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, Powell, Franks, all of these people, bottom bouncing ejaculate spraying lip locking sexual freak addicts. Perverts. Their wives eager participants in this danse macabre, the satanic hedonism of the dark hours supressed for so long at last overwhelming these sick, twisted, and tormented souls...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I would humbly ask that everyone within the sound of my voice or the reach of my type, to please call , fax, or phone your congressional representatives, your church or mosque officials, your religious and community leaders, your local feminist organization, the ACLU, and your local chapter of the knights of columbus, the rotary club, and the jaycees, and alert them all to what exactly is going on in the mind of the president. Urge them to pass or support the passage of House Resolution 3117, which would imediately ban all acts of this lewd behavior amongst human beings, and which would restrict expression or flaunting or encouragement that these acts take place...&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>7</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Thu.05.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>Your DJDC Balkan Wrapup</dc:title><dc:description>Didn&amp;apos;t think I&amp;apos;d still use this category anymore, seeing that I live here now, so everything more-or-less has to do with the area...but here are a few news items worth noting regarding this place they call the Balkans:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.cnn.com/2003/WORLD/europe/06/04/pope.100.trip.ap/index.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;CNN: Pope to mark 100th overseas tour in Croatia&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;...despite his age and infirmities, John Paul sets out Thursday on No. 100, five days in Croatia, a Roman Catholic stronghold in the Balkans.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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...Ahead of him this year is a June 22 day trip to Bosnia-Herzegovina...&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;Nothing else worth noting in this article except one decent picture. His trip into BiH is to Banja Luka, the capital of the Orthodox RS part of the country. Hmm...&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I could say more about the evident nationalism that revolves around religious affiliation here, but it&amp;apos;s stupid and not worth even talking about.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.voanews.com/article.cfm?objectID=EC8FAE11-7ADE-4F19-8471E776BDE98434&amp;quot;&amp;gt;VOA: Bosnia and Herzegovina Envoy Says Country Faces Severe Economic Problems&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; ...despite the harsh title, this article has some good, balanced quotes from Paddy Ashdown about the state of things here...&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;He points out that Bosnia and Herzegovina, with a population of just under two million people, has 11 prime ministers, just as many ministers of the interior, 11 ministers of health and 11 ministers of education. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Despite his concerns, Mr. Ashdown is hopeful the country, known locally as BiH, is on the right road. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;quot;Where we are now in BiH is coming out of the post-conflict era and moving into what I will call the pre-transition era,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Somewhere up ahead of us in the next six or eight months is the entrance to the transition tunnel, the other side of which is Europe. More and more the issues we deal with in Bosnia and Herzegovina are not issues of conflict.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://ellensjourney.org/stranger/archives/000595.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Ellen&amp;apos;s Journey: Pictures from a Roadtrip&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; ...great shots of the countryside and of a very famous bridge...I coincidentally just started reading &amp;lt;em&amp;gt;The Bridge on the Drina&amp;lt;/em&amp;gt; this week.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>6</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Balkans</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Thu.05.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>buy nothing</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;img src=&amp;quot;http://www.adbusters.org/magazine/24/nothing.jpg&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;...The company also received phone calls from viewers asking where they could buy Nothing...&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.adbusters.org/magazine/24/nothing.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;ref&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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(again via &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;dan&amp;lt;/a&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>Thu.05.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>1014.org</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;For me, coding is a form of self-expression. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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It&amp;apos;s probably the form I&amp;apos;m most effective at.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Everything I code is arguably owned by the company. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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The company controls what I do with my code [in the past, it seemed I had freedom, but it turns out all of that was not really the case--rather, I was somehow avoiding the control illicitly (for 4 years)]&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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The company controls the most effective means of self-expression I have. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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This is unacceptable to me as an individual, therefore I must leav.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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I don&amp;apos;t know when it will be, but I&amp;apos;m not going to last much longer.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;via Dan&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;, who &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/2003_06_01_theyblinked_archive.html#95295292&amp;quot;&amp;gt;gives us the analysis&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;:&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;...looks like Frankle is resigning from AOL/Nullsoft after an amazing ride. i respect his technical abilities, but more his faithfulness to a provincial Nullsoft hacker culture despite having been snapped up for &amp;amp;#36;85M back in the new economy days. a lesser man would have quietly disappeared into the AOL establishment or the cadre of made-men Internet millionaires leaving the world without the rogue code that is likely the impetus for his departure.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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hats off to &amp;quot;Our Benevolent Dictator.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;...of further interest is the prior entry:&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;The last few days have been, erm, interesting, it will be, erm, interesting to see how they end up panning out. But I&amp;apos;m feeling pretty good, though like usual feeling misunderstood. I&amp;apos;ll try to clear it up next week.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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At Ian&amp;apos;s suggestion been listening to Slint a bit. Good shit. So funny that one of the guys from Slint is now in Zwan, and Zwan sucks so hard. Well, they rule as musicians, but their songs suck. I don&amp;apos;t want to listen to christian rock.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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...Yesterday driving home I listened to Lamb - Zero a couple times. Such a good song. So simple. Mmmm.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.1014.org/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;ref&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>3</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Thu.05.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>nice!</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;The US deputy defence secretary, Paul Wolfowitz - who has already undermined Tony Blair&amp;apos;s position over weapons of mass destruction (WMD) by describing them as a &amp;quot;bureaucratic&amp;quot; excuse for war - has now gone further by claiming the real motive was that Iraq is &amp;quot;swimming&amp;quot; in oil.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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Asked why a nuclear power such as North Korea was being treated differently from Iraq, where hardly any weapons of mass destruction had been found, the deputy defence minister said: &amp;quot;Let&amp;apos;s look at it simply. The most important difference between North Korea and Iraq is that economically, we just had no choice in Iraq. The country swims on a sea of oil.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.guardian.co.uk/Iraq/Story/0,2763,970331,00.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;the guardian&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/2003_06_01_theyblinked_archive.html#95294689&amp;quot;&amp;gt;via&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.theyblinked.com/blog/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;theyblinked&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>2</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Thu.05.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item><item><dc:title>ani moller</dc:title><dc:description>&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://animoller.com/articles/foreign.html&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Being Foreign Is Hard&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;When I first entertained the notion of relocating countries, I thought, &amp;quot;Hey, that&amp;apos;ll be cool.&amp;quot; I thought back to my high school days, and thought about the exchange students. I remembered almost every single exchange student from my high school, including a guy from Germany who went to the high school down the road. I remembered their accents, they way they dressed, who they hung out with. They tended to stick out in my mind because they were different and new and had funny accents. I thought it would be cool to be a foreigner. I&amp;apos;m telling you, it&amp;apos;s not really that cool.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;
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c) no one understands you&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://www.epinions.com/rest-review-1FC5-1887EB8-39F0F4A4-prod1&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Burger King&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;blockquote&amp;gt;So I endeavoured to taste-test a cheeseburger from Burger King. I was disgusted. I almost couldn&amp;apos;t swallow it. It tasted like someone had rubbed charred pencils on the meat that had previously been up a cat&amp;apos;s ass, and then cooked it on an over-smoked smokey thing in the fiery pits of hell.&amp;lt;/blockquote&amp;gt;from &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://animoller.com&amp;quot;&amp;gt;animoller.com&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;. check out &amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;http://animoller.com/articles/&amp;quot;&amp;gt;articles/&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;</dc:description><dc:identifier>1</dc:identifier><dc:subject>Elsewhere</dc:subject><dc:creator>daniel</dc:creator><dc:date>Wed.04.06.2003</dc:date><swim:publish>publish</swim:publish></item></rdf:RDF>
