<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211</id><updated>2012-02-17T18:35:38.372-05:00</updated><category term='media'/><category term='education'/><category term='dad'/><category term='abby'/><category term='tools'/><category term='magic'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='healthfamily'/><category term='nature'/><category term='art'/><category term='food family'/><category term='hannah'/><category term='forest'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='family'/><category term='zen'/><category term='video'/><category term='audrey'/><category term='dartmouth'/><category term='mom'/><category term='justine'/><category term='classical'/><category term='botanical'/><category term='currentevents'/><category term='dance'/><category term='mothergoose'/><category term='science'/><category term='friends'/><category term='abstract'/><category term='tech'/><category term='business'/><category term='places'/><category term='law'/><category term='rambles'/><category term='photography'/><category term='portangeles'/><category term='politics'/><category term='culture'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='music'/><category term='language'/><category term='sammy'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='robin'/><category term='thoreau'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='Polaroid'/><category term='whalesong'/><category term='healthfood'/><category term='economics'/><category term='animal'/><category term='food'/><category term='writtenword'/><category term='chris'/><category term='beverage'/><category term='color'/><category term='slideshow'/><category term='hanukkah'/><category term='history'/><category term='religion'/><category term='ian'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='mathematics'/><category term='familyfood health'/><category term='sofia'/><category term='shakespeare'/><category term='eli'/><category term='architecture'/><category term='SoundCloud'/><category term='health'/><category term='snow'/><category term='management'/><category term='psychlogy'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='olympicpeninsula'/><title type='text'>ddrummer realtime</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3646</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3924254643747638713</id><published>2012-02-17T13:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T13:50:26.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“When home-packed lunches do not include all of the required items, child care providers must supplement them with the missing ones.”</title><summary type='text'>



Nutrition Firestorm Erupts In North Carolina Over Kid’s School Lunch




Okay. Here’s a story that is probably going to make many in the MNB audience crazy.It comes from the Carolina Journal, which reports on how a preschooler at a North Carolina school was forced to eat three chicken nuggets when a state employee said that the lunch prepared for her at home by her mother did not meet federal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3924254643747638713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3924254643747638713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-home-packed-lunches-do-not-include.html' title='“When home-packed lunches do not include all of the required items, child care providers must supplement them with the missing ones.”'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-8476185340289306950</id><published>2012-02-16T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T13:24:44.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 years ago today the Ocean Ranger, a semisubmersible drilling rig, sank during a vicious winter storm</title><summary type='text'>

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8476185340289306950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8476185340289306950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_16.html' title='30 years ago today the Ocean Ranger, a semisubmersible drilling rig, sank during a vicious winter storm'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zc-gEtByAV4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1271166022307319566</id><published>2012-02-16T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T12:58:59.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite hurricane force winds and heavy rain, the TITAN team worked diligently for 12 hours to rescue the 25 crew-members...</title><summary type='text'>


TITAN Salvage Team nominated for the IMO’s 2009 Exceptional Bravery at Sea Award





By Mike Schuler On September 11, 2009




The TITAN Salvage team involved in the dramatic, 12-hour cliff-top rescue of the 25 crewmembers onboard the grounded cargo shipFedra and one rescue swimmer last year has been nominated for the International Maritime Organization’s 2009 Award for Exceptional Bravery at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1271166022307319566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1271166022307319566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/despite-hurricane-force-winds-and-heavy_16.html' title='Despite hurricane force winds and heavy rain, the TITAN team worked diligently for 12 hours to rescue the 25 crew-members...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-8283571145300193372</id><published>2012-02-13T18:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T18:39:59.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When parents explained  Guy Fawkes and his attempt to blow up Parliament, there  seemed to be an undertone of admiration in their voices</title><summary type='text'>Viewpoint: V for Vendetta and the rise of Anonymousby Alan Moore, bbc.co.ukFebruary 9th 2012On Saturday protests are planned across the world against Acta - the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement. The treaty has become the focus of activists associated with the Anonymous hacking network because of concerns that it could undermine internet privacy and aid censorship.First published in 1982, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8283571145300193372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8283571145300193372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/when-parents-explained-guy-fawkes-and.html' title='When parents explained  Guy Fawkes and his attempt to blow up Parliament, there  seemed to be an undertone of admiration in their voices'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W6FovMyfgrg/TzmfUB207nI/AAAAAAAAh5s/tl104geQZEo/s72-c/image-799865.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1872836241068200080</id><published>2012-02-13T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T18:34:07.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have not long to love. Light does not stay...</title><summary type='text'>We Have Not Long To LoveBY TENNESSEE WILLIAMSWe have not long to love.Light does not stay.The tender things are thosewe fold away.Coarse fabrics are the onesfor common wear.In silence I have watched youcomb your hair.Intimate the silence,dim and warm.I could but did not, reachto touch your arm.I could, but do not, breakthat which is still.(Almost the faintest whisperwould be shrill.)So moments </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1872836241068200080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1872836241068200080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-have-not-long-to-love-light-does-not.html' title='We have not long to love. Light does not stay...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5623470235092115556</id><published>2012-02-10T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:35:37.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With state governments doing nothing to prevent lynching, and a federal law prohibiting the practice never being passed, many Southern Blacks were truly without sanctuary- (WARNING- Very Graphic)</title><summary type='text'>

Without Sanctuary: Lynching in America

The most tragic episode of American history was also one of the longest-lived. The horrors of slavery finally ended in 1865 after a long and bloody civil war. But they were soon followed by the horrors of lynching, which added another century of indignity to the 400-year abomination of slavery.

In 2000, Americans were given a shocking reminder of just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5623470235092115556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5623470235092115556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/with-state-governments-doing-nothing-to.html' title='With state governments doing nothing to prevent lynching, and a federal law prohibiting the practice never being passed, many Southern Blacks were truly without sanctuary- (WARNING- Very Graphic)'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-8026328199560418803</id><published>2012-02-09T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:54:14.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy and Clara</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8026328199560418803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8026328199560418803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/sammy-and-clara.html' title='Sammy and Clara'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XecYJoz7ygM/TzRAhknQ6tI/AAAAAAAAh48/ukE9OUwblwE/s72-c/photo-754003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5530622754945819640</id><published>2012-02-09T14:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:56:56.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What we have here is a failure to communicate!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5530622754945819640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5530622754945819640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-we-have-here-is-failure-to.html' title='What we have here is a failure to communicate!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yR0lWICH3rY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-6189084245660719354</id><published>2012-02-09T14:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T14:46:42.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miller’s photographs faithfully represent the vivid colors of Patchen’s exhibit, yet she uses rhythmic composition and a slight soft focus to create artworks of her own.</title><summary type='text'>

The art of Kenneth Patchen: Photos by Samantha Miller

From September 2011 to January 2012, the Department of Rare Books at Rush Rhees Library, University of Rochester held an exhibition called An Astonished Eye: The Art of Kenneth Patchen. The aggressive colors and broad-brushed calligraphy of Patchen’s picture-poems drew a stark contrast to the austere papers of the Hyam Plutzik exhibits </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6189084245660719354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6189084245660719354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/millers-photographs-faithfully.html' title='Miller’s photographs faithfully represent the vivid colors of Patchen’s exhibit, yet she uses rhythmic composition and a slight soft focus to create artworks of her own.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7971195905532428874</id><published>2012-02-09T14:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T14:38:43.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Young  as I was, I understood "not one step  closer, do not disturb"</title><summary type='text'>

Within Shouting Distance of the Coosa
Once in Alabama when I was youngand given to aimless ambling,I followed a red road between pineswhere even at midday the cicadaswere complaining, and with nothingon my mind and expecting nothingI was about to pause for waterwhen the road's weedy roughnessopened to a clearing where boardswounded by years of weatherformed a modest church, the peakof its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7971195905532428874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7971195905532428874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/young-as-i-was-i-understood-not-one.html' title='Young  as I was, I understood &quot;not one step  closer, do not disturb&quot;'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5767008298474710731</id><published>2012-02-09T14:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T14:48:37.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The majority of Sally Mann’s irrefutably compelling work features her three young children</title><summary type='text'>


Sally Mann, Immediate Family, 1992

 The majority of Sally Mann’s irrefutably compelling work features her three young children, with some relatively bothersome precocious bits. It was the 1992 “suicide tableaux” series featuring the kids, nude and battered, that caused the most stir. If your little boy’s nose is bleeding and you run to grab the large-format camera for a long portrait session,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5767008298474710731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5767008298474710731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/majority-of-sally-manns-irrefutably.html' title='The majority of Sally Mann’s irrefutably compelling work features her three young children'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-980038820889366682</id><published>2012-02-09T00:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T00:14:22.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendering lamb tallow...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/980038820889366682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/980038820889366682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/rendering-lamb-tallow.html' title='Rendering lamb tallow...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wV7uikAOKmQ/TzNWNIfwq5I/AAAAAAAAh4s/mGwN2rxd-r4/s72-c/photo-762168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3159576841429564370</id><published>2012-02-07T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T23:13:16.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know the difference between hard tack and soft tack?</title><summary type='text'>Nautical Term Tuesday – Hard Tack and Soft Tackmainesailsblog.com | Feb 7th 2012 11:17 AMDo you know the difference between hard tack and soft tack?Hard tack is the nickname for a simple type of biscuit made from flour and water, and sometimes salt. Soft tack is another name for bread baked at sea.Hard tack is a long-lasting cheap biscuit that was used in the absence of perishable food, most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3159576841429564370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3159576841429564370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/do-you-know-difference-between-hard.html' title='Do you know the difference between hard tack and soft tack?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6EBHs-VxcvI/TzH2XamuowI/AAAAAAAAh4U/Ty7iq7F5__g/s72-c/image-796731.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-2439827933211737847</id><published>2012-02-07T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T23:11:47.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A strange visionary who renewed poetry’s ancient task of invoking sacred speech...</title><summary type='text'>poet James Merrill's Ouija board (Jan/Feb 2012)by Langdon Hammer, yalealumnimagazine.comNovember 30th -0001James Merrill (1926–95) was an American poet celebrated for his refined lyric gift and skeptical moral intelligence. But he was also another type of poet entirely: a strange visionary who renewed poetry's ancient task of invoking sacred speech, in his case by the unlikely, faintly scandalous</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2439827933211737847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2439827933211737847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/strange-visionary-who-renewed-poetrys.html' title='A strange visionary who renewed poetry’s ancient task of invoking sacred speech...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUl2yRNVt9E/TzH2BDegeDI/AAAAAAAAh4I/i1xFhd75aTs/s72-c/image-707724.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3174124322691408399</id><published>2012-02-07T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T22:00:31.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With over 50,000 horsepower per shaft to transmit, these bearings are not without challenges in design</title><summary type='text'>How to Control 50,000 Shaft Horsepower, Rolls Royce Delivers Answer to Royal Navyby gCaptain Staff, gcaptain.comFebruary 6th 2012Artists impression of new British aircraft carrierRolls-Royce, the global power systems company, has completed the latest components in the power and propulsion system it is supplying for the Royal Navy's new aircraft carriers HMS Queen Elizabeth and HMS Prince of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3174124322691408399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3174124322691408399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/with-over-50000-horsepower-per-shaft-to.html' title='With over 50,000 horsepower per shaft to transmit, these bearings are not without challenges in design'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3D23-jd5o_A/TzHlUNDKKuI/AAAAAAAAh3w/aJ57PYtFU54/s72-c/image-731619.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-2945433691441557715</id><published>2012-02-05T17:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:56:30.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Eli has been baking today!</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2945433691441557715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2945433691441557715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/eli-has-been-baking-today.html' title='Eli has been baking today!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpOogelFfQw/Ty8BKqLixiI/AAAAAAAAh3I/e03yPGe1XBI/s72-c/photo-754063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-6604619236118055052</id><published>2012-02-04T22:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:56:52.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A sleepover nest in the main salon...</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6604619236118055052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6604619236118055052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/sleepover-nest-in-main-salon.html' title='A sleepover nest in the main salon...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiqTSdX-nkc/Ty35w9B-P6I/AAAAAAAAh28/UdSaEFJV1M8/s72-c/photo-722682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-8259685039118671582</id><published>2012-02-03T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T16:01:37.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>A self-proclaimed “tragi-comic pop clown” Liz Green is a singer/songwriter from Manchester, England</title><summary type='text'>



Free and legal MP3:Liz Green(windswept, blues-ish &amp; precise, w/ tuba)

February 2, 2012















“HEY JOE” – LIZ GREEN
An interesting and/or amusing playlist might be made of songs with the same title as a much more famous song, but which are new songs, not covers of the famous ones. “Hey Joe” goes right on that playlist, as this is assuredly not the Jimi Hendrix song of the same name.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8259685039118671582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8259685039118671582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/self-proclaimed-tragi-comic-pop-clown.html' title='A self-proclaimed “tragi-comic pop clown” Liz Green is a singer/songwriter from Manchester, England'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-9015866693179269913</id><published>2012-02-03T11:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:11:18.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Greenwood family tree, emblematic of a growing number of American bloodlines, has roots on many continents.</title><summary type='text'>Thomas Sayers Ellis has said that his rhythmically-driven poetry is about destroying hierarchies. As Ellis explains, "I don't think the end of the word is more important than the beginning of the word. I don't think the end of the line is more important than the beginning of the line."

— Poetry Foundation
Or,
By Thomas Sayers Ellis
Or Oreo, orworse. Or ordinary.Or your choice
of category
or
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8 Tons of Carbon Fiber Yacht, and a Crazy Dude in a Suit [VIDEO]


by Rob Almeida, gcaptain.com

February 1st 2012










Alex Thomson attempts what he calls 'The Keel Walk', on board his 60ft yacht 'HUGO BOSS'.

Alex is a professional yachtsman with two world records under his belt.  At age 25, he was the youngest skipper ever to win a round the world race in the 1998/1999 Clipper Round </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4409619943342014012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4409619943342014012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/at-age-25-he-was-youngest-skipper-ever.html' title='At age 25, he was the youngest skipper ever to win a round the world race in the 1998/1999 Clipper Round the World Race...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQqkgi4MirM/TywL4csQWhI/AAAAAAAAh2k/Z73q2WT8eqA/s72-c/image-788642.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-2167673700742115409</id><published>2012-02-03T11:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:12:24.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><title type='text'>Someone once said "Mathematics is important" or something to that effect-</title><summary type='text'>Science Tattoo

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2167673700742115409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2167673700742115409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/someone-once-said-mathematics-is.html' title='Someone once said &quot;Mathematics is important&quot; or something to that effect-'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8FDYu7Yhi0/TywLYk_MV-I/AAAAAAAAh2Y/QW6LP3ikia8/s72-c/image-762873.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-6246771089796221579</id><published>2012-02-03T11:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:12:39.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A poem written in the evening is read again in the morning. It does not always survive.</title><summary type='text'>

Wislawa Szymborska

by Valerie Merians, mhpbooks.com

February 2nd 2012










Nobel Prize-winning Polish poet died at her home in Krakow yesterday.  She was 88 years old. According to a New York Times obituary, "Szymborska, a heavy smoker, died in her sleep of lung cancer … surrounded by relatives and friends." As theTimes notes,




The Nobel award committee's citation called her the "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6246771089796221579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6246771089796221579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/poem-written-in-evening-is-read-again.html' title='A poem written in the evening is read again in the morning. It does not always survive.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ycPd2dPuJk/TywJ9gema9I/AAAAAAAAh2M/soTQ-uIiVDA/s72-c/image-797914.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1054789028190170691</id><published>2012-02-03T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:19:38.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>There's no life that couldn't be immortal if only for a moment.</title><summary type='text'>

On Death, without Exaggeration

It can’t take a joke,find a star, make a bridge.It knows nothing about weaving, mining, farming,building ships, or baking cakes.

In our planning for tomorrow,it has the final word,which is always beside the point.

It can’t even get the things donethat are part of its trade:dig a grave,make a coffin,clean up after itself.

Preoccupied with killing,it does the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1054789028190170691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1054789028190170691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/theres-no-life-that-couldnt-be-immortal.html' title='There&apos;s no life that couldn&apos;t be immortal if only for a moment.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-6066857843485964228</id><published>2012-02-02T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:13:32.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>The label “Impressionist,” like “Tory” or “intellectual” or “suffragette,” was first used as an insult.</title><summary type='text'>

Monet’s Scientific Impressions

The label “Impressionist,” like “Tory” or “intellectual” or “suffragette,” was first used as an insult. In this case, the insult was hurled by Louis Leroy, who coined the term in “Exhibition of the Impressionists,” his famous review of the 1874 exhibit that made Renoir, Pissarro, Monet and others famous. Leroy described one painting as “palette-scrapings placed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6066857843485964228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6066857843485964228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/02/label-impressionist-like-tory-or.html' title='The label “Impressionist,” like “Tory” or “intellectual” or “suffragette,” was first used as an insult.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5387873313042399193</id><published>2012-01-29T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:13:53.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A birthday to remember!!</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5387873313042399193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5387873313042399193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday-to-remember.html' title='A birthday to remember!!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9Q05gpDG1E/TyWK6cV5RDI/AAAAAAAAh1o/4HZL-yz-veM/s72-c/photo-756648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1814946387019357573</id><published>2012-01-28T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:14:07.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='currentevents'/><title type='text'>High Tech Cowboys of the Deep Seas: The Race to Save the Cougar Ace</title><summary type='text'>http://m.wired.com/science/discoveries/magazine/16-03/ff_seacowboys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1814946387019357573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1814946387019357573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/high-tech-cowboys-of-deep-seas-race-to.html' title='High Tech Cowboys of the Deep Seas: The Race to Save the Cougar Ace'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-4034470011824091641</id><published>2012-01-28T12:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:17:49.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A myth is a lie breathed through silver.</title><summary type='text'>The Existence of the World Is a Controversy After the photograph, the class wandered off and I wondered why so often I found myself the last man. Because I'd read Emerson all summer long, I took my lack of discomfort to be a sign of heroic standing. So I determined to set for myself a new relation to the universe, to write poems. As if one could settle, once and for all, the question whether or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4034470011824091641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4034470011824091641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/myth-is-lie-breathed-through-silver.html' title='A myth is a lie breathed through silver.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-2294572533939761543</id><published>2012-01-26T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:44:06.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eli'/><title type='text'>Eli is reading Sammy "The Dark Is Rising" sequence</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2294572533939761543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2294572533939761543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/eli-is-reading-sammy-dark-is-rising.html' title='Eli is reading Sammy &quot;The Dark Is Rising&quot; sequence'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1565056145587436313</id><published>2012-01-26T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T15:29:54.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><title type='text'>If it's a girl, there will be great cheers from the family outside. If it's a boy, you will hear them mutter.</title><summary type='text'>

Meghalaya, India: Where women rule, and men are suffragettes
By Timothy AllenMeghalaya, India


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In the small hilly Indian state of Meghalaya, a matrilineal system operates with property names and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1565056145587436313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1565056145587436313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-its-girl-there-will-be-great-cheers.html' title='If it&apos;s a girl, there will be great cheers from the family outside. If it&apos;s a boy, you will hear them mutter.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-9095090151272000961</id><published>2012-01-25T20:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:14:35.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writtenword'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>He "grandmomed" the story!</title><summary type='text'>

How Dr. Seuss Got His Start 'On Mulberry Street'

by NPR Staff, npr.org

January 24th 2012








Seventy-five years ago, before Theodor Geisel rocked the culinary world with green eggs and ham or put a red-and-white striped top hat on a talking cat, Geisel (whom you probably know better as Dr. Seuss) was stuck on a boat, returning from a trip to Europe.

For eight days, he listened to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/9095090151272000961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/9095090151272000961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-grandmomed-story.html' title='He &quot;grandmomed&quot; the story!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4BvSrN9Ohg/TyCpBHoDWxI/AAAAAAAAh00/fliGPji3BfY/s72-c/image-784103.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3722825490240347144</id><published>2012-01-25T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:16:01.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>There were all these anonymous photographers out there who have not been given enough credit.”</title><summary type='text'>



Famous Photogs Pose With Their Most Iconic Images


by Jakob Schiller, wired.com

January 20th 2012




Jeff Widener holds his photo of Tank Man in Tienanmen Square from 1989.Photo: Tim Mantoani

Steve McCurry holds his 1984 photo of a young woman from Peshawar, Pakistan. "I looked for this girl for 17 years and finally found her in 2002. Her name is Sharbat Gula."Photo: Tim Mantoani

Neil </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3722825490240347144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3722825490240347144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-were-all-these-anonymous.html' title='There were all these anonymous photographers out there who have not been given enough credit.”'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QK6O-qgSflM/TyA8oNI0K1I/AAAAAAAAhyo/iABK--OL37c/s72-c/image-736171.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1887965449876637061</id><published>2012-01-25T11:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:42:38.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mimic"....There's that word again!</title><summary type='text'>Putting The Beef In Veggie Burgers The Wall Street Journal this morning reports that “makers of meat substitutes, such as vegetarian turkey and fake sausages, are working to more closely mimic the taste and texture of the real thing. They're also tinkering with mouth feel, the sensation a food creates when chewed. Their goal is to win over more of the group marketers call ‘flexitarians’ - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1887965449876637061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1887965449876637061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/mimictheres-that-word-again.html' title='&quot;Mimic&quot;....There&apos;s that word again!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1870074411750930477</id><published>2012-01-23T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:44:31.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sammy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sammy and "Jill"</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1870074411750930477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1870074411750930477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/sammy-and-jill.html' title='Sammy and &quot;Jill&quot;'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ6j8gKMxC4/Tx22a3ASqiI/AAAAAAAAhyc/BYFIAU4FFTM/s72-c/photo-705973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3711985857970330722</id><published>2012-01-23T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:15:08.638-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>With Ahluwalia as his sitter, Kopp began his "experiment" of painting from Skype video sessions</title><summary type='text'>



There You Are


Sandro Kopp's Skype sessions reflect the hybrid nature of painting reality from a two-dimensional plane


by Karen Day in Culture on 20 January 2012   








A series that evolved out of two friends chatting online while on opposite sides of the world, Sandro Kopp's Skype paintings are a natural progression for the young portrait artist. As a half Kiwi, half German, Kopp—who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3711985857970330722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3711985857970330722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/with-ahluwalia-as-his-sitter-kopp-began.html' title='With Ahluwalia as his sitter, Kopp began his &quot;experiment&quot; of painting from Skype video sessions'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7366655625299835498</id><published>2012-01-22T13:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:15:39.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly.</title><summary type='text'>

Happiness

by Raymond Carver

TUESDAY, 22 MAY 2001
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Poem: "Happiness," by Raymond Carver, from All of Us: The Collected Poems (Alfred A. Kopf).

Happiness

So early it's still almost dark out.I'm near the window with coffee,and the usual early morning stuffthat passes for thought.When I see the boy and his friendwalking up the roadto deliver the newspaper.They</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7366655625299835498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7366655625299835498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness-it-comes-on-unexpectedly.html' title='Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7453432972676359172</id><published>2012-01-22T13:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:16:17.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Magnum Contact Sheets reveals how Magnum photographers have captured and edited their best shots from the 1930s to the present.</title><summary type='text'>



Magnum Contact Sheets


by Editorial, events.magnumphotos.com

May 6th 2012




























Magnum Contact Sheets reveals how Magnum photographers have captured and edited their best shots from the 1930s to the present. The contact sheet, a direct print of a roll or sequence of negatives, is the photographer's first look at what he or she has captured on film, and provides a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7453432972676359172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7453432972676359172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/magnum-contact-sheets-reveals-how.html' title='Magnum Contact Sheets reveals how Magnum photographers have captured and edited their best shots from the 1930s to the present.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vbZ2iAC_f0/TxxUd1zzyoI/AAAAAAAAhxo/rzzCqy8k5_Y/s72-c/image-794510.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7579563767578645007</id><published>2012-01-22T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:02:53.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creamed Tuna on Toast Strips Canned Peas with Butter Sauce Rolls        Butter Strawberry Preserves Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows</title><summary type='text'>At The Paris Review,Sadie Stein writesabout her eccentric teenage interest in preparing the meals described in the 1917 narrative cookbook A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband (with Bettina's Best Recipes). The book's protagonist is determined to run an "economical" household and to cook meals within a tight "budget" and is full of tips and tactics (for readers and her husband Bob) on how to keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7579563767578645007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7579563767578645007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/creamed-tuna-on-toast-strips-canned.html' title='Creamed Tuna on Toast Strips Canned Peas with Butter Sauce Rolls        Butter Strawberry Preserves Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1968331814662330</id><published>2012-01-20T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:16:59.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>




American History 22 Apr 2008 02:11 am

The Marshall Plan (The First One)


Political institutions do not spring from the heads of their founders fully formed like so many well-oiled Athenas to guide the ship of state: that the Constitution of the United States recognizes its own inherent mutability is due only to the particular genius of its framers. Over the course of its history, both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1968331814662330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1968331814662330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/american-history-22-apr-2008-0211-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1189189935309758560</id><published>2012-01-20T16:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:16:40.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rather than offering up verses and a chorus, the song presents a complex series of different, seamlessly integrated segments.</title><summary type='text'>


Free and legal MP3:The Zolas(a melodic adventure of a song)

January 19, 2012














“CULTURED MAN” – THE ZOLAS
As album releases slow down in late December and early January, I am at the beginning of each year given a bit of an opportunity to go back and make sure I didn’t miss anything worthwhile in the general hubbub of the holiday season.
So here’s one that’s been hanging around a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1189189935309758560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1189189935309758560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/rather-than-offering-up-verses-and.html' title='Rather than offering up verses and a chorus, the song presents a complex series of different, seamlessly integrated segments.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-706764932853068652</id><published>2012-01-20T16:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:15:08.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s very difficult to pull off a song in which electric guitar and voice are the primary elements, way more difficult than if the guitar is acoustic.</title><summary type='text'>


Free and legal MP3:Madeline(electric guitar + voice, but it works)

January 12, 2012














“30 DAYS” – MADELINE
We go from a song marked by unexpected instrumentation to a song all but devoid of instrumentation. And yet it still registers as unexpected, because all we have here is electric guitar, bass, and voice. In my experience, it’s very difficult to pull off a song in which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/706764932853068652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/706764932853068652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-very-difficult-to-pull-off-song-in.html' title='It’s very difficult to pull off a song in which electric guitar and voice are the primary elements, way more difficult than if the guitar is acoustic.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7975960566769523923</id><published>2012-01-20T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:47:40.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Just Because I’m a Woman” may be the best country answer to slut-shaming on the books.</title><summary type='text'>

Dolly Parton — “Just Because I’m a Woman”



“Just Because I’m a Woman” may be the best country answer to slut-shaming on the books. It was apparently Dolly’s response to a conversation she had with her husband about how many lovers they’d had in the past. It’s a pretty simple message, but a powerful one: “My mistakes are no worse than yours, just because I’m a woman.”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7975960566769523923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7975960566769523923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-because-im-woman-may-be-best.html' title='“Just Because I’m a Woman” may be the best country answer to slut-shaming on the books.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1758947451711804959</id><published>2012-01-20T14:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:23:04.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gCaptain’s John Konrad Narrates the Final Maneuvers of the Costa Concordia [VIDEO]</title><summary type='text'>
Reconstruction of the Costa Concordia Tragedy, Narration by John Konrad from gCaptain.com on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1758947451711804959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1758947451711804959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/gcaptains-john-konrad-narrates-final.html' title='gCaptain’s John Konrad Narrates the Final Maneuvers of the Costa Concordia [VIDEO]'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-597444854256949349</id><published>2012-01-20T12:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:25:08.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cheeseburger couldn't exist without industrial food production techniques.</title><summary type='text'>

A Cheeseburger May Be Paradise, But It Also Is Quite Impractical
Fascinating piece in Scientific American about the importance of the modern food economy, which makes a wide range of foods from all over the globe available virtually year round. While locavores and environmentalists would argue that there is something unnatural about the current state of affairs, the story makes the point that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/597444854256949349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/597444854256949349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/cheeseburger-couldnt-exist-without.html' title='The cheeseburger couldn&apos;t exist without industrial food production techniques.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5602287254170386536</id><published>2012-01-19T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:24:58.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sunday, as a senior, I came downstairs and said I wouldn’t be going to church that day or ever again.</title><summary type='text'>

Jesus and Radical Change

Wednesday, December 28th, 2011 | Filed under Meditations

   








Raised as a Catholic when the Mass was in Latin, I was compelled to go to church six days a week (five times before school, once on Sunday, when it was a mortal sin to miss). One Sunday, as a senior, I came downstairs and said I wouldn’t be going to church that day or ever again. In forty years, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5602287254170386536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5602287254170386536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-sunday-as-senior-i-came-downstairs.html' title='One Sunday, as a senior, I came downstairs and said I wouldn’t be going to church that day or ever again.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-2127671715253019119</id><published>2012-01-19T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:40:09.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shuck Truck—a traveling Airstream trailer from which she and her business partner, Michael McAllister, serve fresh oysters—theirs and other local farmers'—with a variety of different sauces.</title><summary type='text'>


Shuck Truck

We sit down with Juliet Totten to talk about her movement to bring the oysters to the people

by CH Contributor in Food-Drink on 18 January 2012   







by Matt Domino

Since 2007, Juliet Totten has embraced society's current entrepreneurial spirit as the co-owner and founder of the wedding decoration company Poppies and Posies. Building on the success of that venture, Totten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2127671715253019119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2127671715253019119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/shuck-trucka-traveling-airstream.html' title='The Shuck Truck—a traveling Airstream trailer from which she and her business partner, Michael McAllister, serve fresh oysters—theirs and other local farmers&apos;—with a variety of different sauces.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7471356412944434896</id><published>2012-01-19T12:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:54:24.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The muted colors of winter...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7471356412944434896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7471356412944434896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/muted-colors-of-winter.html' title='The muted colors of winter...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tL8Zd3H8e8/TxhY0Veo5iI/AAAAAAAAhwo/KA9J_h3Y13o/s72-c/photo-764372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1106427891323326088</id><published>2012-01-19T11:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:06:07.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This whole Concordia disaster reminds me of my colorful English Literature Professor at Mass Maritime Academy; back in 1963, Poopsie Collins who made us read Joseph Conrad’s “Lord Jim”.</title><summary type='text'>Former Cruise Line Safety Manager and Master Mariner Discusses Costa Concordia Tragedy [OP/ED]  Send Like 125 by GCAPTAIN STAFF on JANUARY 18, 2012 - By Captain William H. Doherty, gCaptain Contributor Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) was a Mississippi Riverboat Pilot. One day a woman passenger tried to flatter him saying, ”My goodness Captain, you must know where every hazard on this River lies!” </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1106427891323326088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1106427891323326088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-whole-concordia-disaster-reminds.html' title='This whole Concordia disaster reminds me of my colorful English Literature Professor at Mass Maritime Academy; back in 1963, Poopsie Collins who made us read Joseph Conrad’s “Lord Jim”.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3703694839500562006</id><published>2012-01-18T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:59:03.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3:00 PM- After the storm... Notice the high tide line!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3703694839500562006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3703694839500562006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/300-pm-after-storm-notice-high-tide.html' title='3:00 PM- After the storm... Notice the high tide line!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YA42os6e9qw/TxdcyKliAEI/AAAAAAAAhwc/ybzZa6DRzL0/s72-c/photo-743757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-9136034829595069263</id><published>2012-01-18T18:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:55:53.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6:00 AM outside on the dock</title><summary type='text'>




</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/9136034829595069263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/9136034829595069263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/600-am-outside-on-dock.html' title='6:00 AM outside on the dock'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1369833554030866481</id><published>2012-01-18T18:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:54:35.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6:00 AM inside our cozy boat</title><summary type='text'>




</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1369833554030866481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1369833554030866481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/600-am-inside-our-cozy-boat.html' title='6:00 AM inside our cozy boat'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-318017247150290131</id><published>2012-01-18T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:55:47.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books used in classrooms at the time were so boring that they were undermining attempts to teach kids to read.</title><summary type='text'>



The Cat in the Hat

Inspiration: A magazine article, boring children’s books, a limited vocabulary

The late Theodor “Dr. Seuss” Geisel was apparently inspired to write his all-time classic by a 1954 article in Life magazine that bemoaned the fact that the terminally dull Dick-and-Jane-style books used in classrooms at the time were so boring that they were undermining attempts to teach kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/318017247150290131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/318017247150290131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/books-used-in-classrooms-at-time-were.html' title='Books used in classrooms at the time were so boring that they were undermining attempts to teach kids to read.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-8922467462851760021</id><published>2012-01-18T14:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:15:52.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let’s meet some of the enchanting, free-spirited, tortured women and men that inspired great artists to do great works of art.</title><summary type='text'>



10 of the Most Scandalous Muses in Art History [NSFW]
by Marina Galperina. Posted on 2:00 pm Tuesday Jan 17, 2012





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Artists and their muses — such fabled relationships, so fraught with excitement, creativity, and yes… scandal. Let’s meet some of the enchanting, free-spirited, tortured women and men that inspired great artists to do great works of art. A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8922467462851760021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8922467462851760021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-meet-some-of-enchanting-free.html' title='Let’s meet some of the enchanting, free-spirited, tortured women and men that inspired great artists to do great works of art.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5139264341404132588</id><published>2012-01-18T12:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:08:13.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The choice of subject and the modesty of style suggest that the paintings were for Bishop a personal matter.</title><summary type='text'>Pronoun TroubleJanuary 17, 2012 | by Caleb CrainElizabeth Bishop, "Cabin with Porthole."Elizabeth Bishop was a painter as well as a poet, and the paintings that she left to her partner Alice Methfessel, who died in 2009, are now being sold. I've been to see the paintings a couple of times: last winter in the office of James S. Jaffe Rare Books, and a few weeks ago in the Tibor de Nagy Gallery.The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5139264341404132588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5139264341404132588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/choice-of-subject-and-modesty-of-style.html' title='The choice of subject and the modesty of style suggest that the paintings were for Bishop a personal matter.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-6238934422370771137</id><published>2012-01-18T11:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:22:23.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Large corporate interest want to privatize knowledge: to gobble it all up</title><summary type='text'>Why PennSound is going dark todayCHARLES BERNSTEINUniversities depend upon the free exchange of ideas.PennSound is the Internet's largest archive of poetry sound recordings, all available for free for noncommercial and educational use. PennSound will symbolically go black on Wednesday in solidarity with those opposing SOPA and PIPA. PennSound will not be directly affected by these proposed laws, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6238934422370771137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6238934422370771137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/large-corporate-interest-want-to.html' title='Large corporate interest want to privatize knowledge: to gobble it all up'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-8153227077569864519</id><published>2012-01-17T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:15:00.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They hung the hog by its heels  from a scaffolding and slit the belly  with a butch a knife: blood everywhere.</title><summary type='text'>





 



FABRITIUS, Barent

(b. 1624, Midden-Beemster, d. 1673, Amsterdam)

The Slaughtered Pig1656Oil on canvas, 80 x 65 cmStaatliche Museen, Berlin




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Sour milk, lard scum, skillet scrapings,sweet potato peels, eggshells, tobacco leaf,pipe ash, coffee, cornmeal, burnt crusts,moldy biscuits, water from a dishpan,spilt pot likker, ash, dust, and kitchen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8153227077569864519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8153227077569864519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/they-hung-hog-by-its-heels-from_17.html' title='They hung the hog by its heels  from a scaffolding and slit the belly  with a butch a knife: blood everywhere.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5865742096487834641</id><published>2012-01-17T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:49:03.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,</title><summary type='text'>

Poem: "Lost," by David Wagoner from Collected Poems 1956-1976 © Indiana University Press.

Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside youAre not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,Must ask permission to know it and be known.The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,I have made this place around you.If you leave it, you may come back again,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5865742096487834641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5865742096487834641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/stand-still-trees-ahead-and-bushes.html' title='Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7375572948104755732</id><published>2012-01-17T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:40:50.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder how you are going to feel  when you find out  that I wrote this instead of you.</title><summary type='text'>

You, Reader -- By Billy Collins



Billy Collins



I wonder how you are going to feel

when you find out

that I wrote this instead of you.

that it was I who got up early

to sit in the kitchen

and mention with a pen

the rain-soaked windows,

the ivy wallpaper,

and the goldfish circling in its bowl

Go ahead and turn aside,

bite your lip and tear out the page,

but, listen -- it was just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7375572948104755732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7375572948104755732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wonder-how-you-are-going-to-feel-when.html' title='I wonder how you are going to feel  when you find out  that I wrote this instead of you.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_soqHfOs-6pA/R4IwVYDbM5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/08upozAFmdI/s72-c/billy_nbf2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3837315485361105068</id><published>2012-01-17T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:24:46.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose life instead of those prisms with no depth even if their colors are purer</title><summary type='text'>

Choose Life 
by André Breton translated by Bill Zavatsky and Zack Rogow

Choose life instead of those prisms with no depth even if their colors are purer
Instead of this hour always hidden instead of these terrible vehicles of cold flame
Instead of these overripe stones
Choose this heart with its safety catch
Instead of that murmuring pool
And that white fabric singing in the air and the earth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3837315485361105068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3837315485361105068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/choose-life-instead-of-those-prisms.html' title='Choose life instead of those prisms with no depth even if their colors are purer'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-2961409452904045047</id><published>2012-01-16T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:34:03.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail art is a worldwide cultural movement that began in the early 1960s</title><summary type='text'>


Mail art

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia




Mailartwork by György Galántai , 1981



Mail art is a worldwide cultural movement that began in the early 1960s and involves sending visual art (but also music , sound art , poetry , etc.) through theinternational postal system . Mail Art is also known as Postal Art or Correspondence Art. The term networking is often used to describe Mail </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2961409452904045047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2961409452904045047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/mail-art-is-worldwide-cultural-movement.html' title='Mail art is a worldwide cultural movement that began in the early 1960s'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6AF8UN6Dnk/Tn-FKoNjohI/AAAAAAAABB4/np7ko9HLHMo/s72-c/P1070406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5615967280856273679</id><published>2012-01-16T15:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T15:07:17.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How many languages has the Bible been translated into? Why does it matter?</title><summary type='text'>



If you were go into a Christian church in America, the congregation would probably be speaking English, maybe Spanish, maybe another modern language. But they almost definitely would not be speaking Aramaic or Greek, the languages that the Christian Bible was written in. So why do we not read the Bible in Greek? And how many languages has the Bible been translated into?

The story of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5615967280856273679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5615967280856273679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-many-languages-has-bible-been.html' title='How many languages has the Bible been translated into? Why does it matter?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-4306343305008810109</id><published>2012-01-16T14:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:38:30.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am dreadfully afraid he will slip away While my kiss is trying to think what to do.</title><summary type='text'>






Why I Am Not a Good Kisser

Because I open my mouth too wide
Trying to take in the curtains behind us
And everything outside the window
Except the little black dog
Who does not like me
So at the last moment I shut my mouth.

Because Cipriano de Rore was not thinking
When he wrote his sacred and secular motets
Or there would be only one kind
And this affects my lips in terrible ways.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4306343305008810109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4306343305008810109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-i-am-not-good-kisser-by-mary-ruefle.html' title='I am dreadfully afraid he will slip away While my kiss is trying to think what to do.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1010458437271424787</id><published>2012-01-16T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:54:37.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He manipulated the photo above in the darkroom by holding a glass jar in front of the lens as the film was developing.</title><summary type='text'>






@PhotoLAfair Czech Center of Photography
































It’s truly interesting to see photography from all over the world that we’re notparticularly exposed to in America – especially when it’s portrayed along ahistorical arc that stretches all the way from the 1920′s until today. Now I also know of spectacular photographers like Ivan Pinkhava and M. Hak – who manipulated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1010458437271424787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1010458437271424787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/photolafair-czech-center-of-photography.html' title='He manipulated the photo above in the darkroom by holding a glass jar in front of the lens as the film was developing.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3337323895239875038</id><published>2012-01-16T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:35:21.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, lovely disguise. Come swing short and loose  around my thighs.</title><summary type='text'>

RW



New Dress

Hello, lovely disguise. Come swing short and loosearound my thighs. Cowl my neckline, let my throat
rise out of your yellow folds like a virgin.Cup my shoulders; cling to my breasts so closely
that my skin accepts you, sister, knit and piecedby strangers' hands, but closer to my body
than my own husband. You absorb in your stitchingmy wrist's vanilla and anise, the sweat of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3337323895239875038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3337323895239875038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-dress-hello-lovely-disguise.html' title='Hello, lovely disguise. Come swing short and loose  around my thighs.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5137129819229965083</id><published>2012-01-16T13:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:30:49.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Essential Civil Rights Movement Photographers</title><summary type='text'>


The iconic imagery surrounding the civil rights movement, while problematic for some, is unquestionably powerful, especially for those of us who weren’t around to witness this important chapter in American history firsthand. These pictures not only made plain the gross inequality between races in our country; in many cases, they served as the much-needed public awareness catalyst needed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5137129819229965083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5137129819229965083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/10-essential-civil-rights-movement.html' title='10 Essential Civil Rights Movement Photographers'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7303928744197933434</id><published>2012-01-15T15:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:28:24.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A photo to warm us up!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7303928744197933434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7303928744197933434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/photo-to-warm-us-up.html' title='A photo to warm us up!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5708745131699045852</id><published>2012-01-15T15:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:08:29.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spitting snow this morning...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5708745131699045852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5708745131699045852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/spitting-snow-this-morning.html' title='Spitting snow this morning...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1039660567391484841</id><published>2012-01-15T15:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:04:49.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, creative writing can be taught. And we're all fucked because of it.</title><summary type='text'>


Can Creative Writing Be Taught? Therapy For The Disaffected Masses

Posted: 1/11/12 12:49 AM ET


Yes, of course, creative writing can be taught, and it is very successfully taught. It might be the most successful humanities enterprise in the American university, if success is to be measured by stated goals. As for "improvement," yes to that too, if by "improvement" we mean internalizing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1039660567391484841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1039660567391484841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/yes-creative-writing-can-be-taught-and.html' title='Yes, creative writing can be taught. And we&apos;re all fucked because of it.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-6178201389724315180</id><published>2012-01-15T14:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:54:32.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As trumpet great Wynton Marsalis put it, if you are not making mistakes, you are not playing jazz – you are not trying.</title><summary type='text'>

BRILLIANT MISTAKES

You Need to Make More Mistakes

Many of today's best companies arose out of lucky mistakes. That's why fear of being wrong is the biggest mistake of all.



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If you have ever flown in an airplane, used electricity from a nuclear power plant, or taken an antibiotic, you have benefited from someone's brilliant mistake. Each of these life-changing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6178201389724315180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6178201389724315180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-trumpet-great-wynton-marsalis-put-it_15.html' title='As trumpet great Wynton Marsalis put it, if you are not making mistakes, you are not playing jazz – you are not trying.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-8982625979778055067</id><published>2012-01-15T14:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:42:49.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What butterfly does not dart away from us as if it could sense our latent cruelties, and yet return to check and double-check?</title><summary type='text'>


As If

BY J. ALLYN ROSSER


How do you explain why elephants

appear to move their unwieldy hulks

with greater dignity than most humans do

in their finest moments,

as if they had evolved beyond wanting

anything but what they have?

Why does the field begin to ripple

before the wind arrives in whispers,

as if there were a communication,

as if the landscape were poorly dubbed,

and we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8982625979778055067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8982625979778055067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-butterfly-does-not-dart-away-from.html' title='What butterfly does not dart away from us as if it could sense our latent cruelties, and yet return to check and double-check?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-517952084992268206</id><published>2012-01-15T14:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:37:08.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O, she says, because she loves to say O.</title><summary type='text'>


O, She Says

BY HAILEY LEITHAUSER








O, she says (because she loves to say O),

O to this cloud-break that ravels the night,

O to this moon, its mouthful of sorrow,

O shallow grass and the nettle burr’s bite,

O to heart’s flare, its wobbly satellite,

O step after step in stumbling tempo,

O owl in oak, O rout of black bat flight,

(O moaned in Attic and Esperanto)

O covetous tongue, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/517952084992268206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/517952084992268206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-she-says-because-she-loves-to-say-o.html' title='O, she says, because she loves to say O.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-6736751809551503148</id><published>2012-01-14T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T14:29:41.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new incense burner</title><summary type='text'>

RW</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6736751809551503148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6736751809551503148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-new-incense-burner.html' title='Our new incense burner'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3765993651768789280</id><published>2012-01-14T14:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T14:26:35.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Sex Ed” is surely the piece everyone who has experienced it would wish to write</title><summary type='text'>

Erica Meitner


Makeshift Instructions for Vigilant Girls is a case study for how to observe, recall and (possibly) create from whole cloth with clarity that never becomes brittle.

Erika Meitner’s sharp, insightful third collection, though overly adorned with “panties,” does right by many other reverberating words that get vital, original treatment thanks to her subtle alertness and subtle ear</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3765993651768789280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3765993651768789280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/sex-ed-is-surely-piece-everyone-who-has.html' title='“Sex Ed” is surely the piece everyone who has experienced it would wish to write'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ABvGz_F2PU/TbcVvmWba_I/AAAAAAAAUuk/9Sm7aPEUHok/s72-c/Erika%2BMeitner%252C%2Bon%2BPBS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7149571893559914759</id><published>2012-01-14T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:02:14.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the parking lot of the McAllen Walmart, a woman tried to sell six Bengal Tiger cubs to a group of Mexican day laborers.</title><summary type='text'>"WalMart Supercenter," A Rumpus Original Poem by Erika MeitnerRUMPUS ORIGINAL POEMS BIO ↓  ·  November 2nd, 2011  ·  filed under OTHERWalMart SupercenterGod Bless America says the bumper sticker on the racer-redRascal scooter that accidentally cuts me off in the Walmart parking lotafter a guy in a tricked out jeep with rims like chrome pinwheels triesto pick me up by honking, all before I make it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7149571893559914759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7149571893559914759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-parking-lot-of-mcallen-walmart-woman.html' title='In the parking lot of the McAllen Walmart, a woman tried to sell six Bengal Tiger cubs to a group of Mexican day laborers.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7369842651773293108</id><published>2012-01-14T12:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:48:46.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you love the mix of Edwardian drama and World War I scenes of the second season ofDownton Abbey on PBS?</title><summary type='text'>Downton Abbey Poetry Reading ListDo you love the mix of Edwardian drama and World War I scenes of the second season ofDownton Abbey on PBS? Below, we've collected links to four free digital poetry books  from the period that you can download right now.Over at the New York Times, reporter Julie Bosman covered how publishers are taking advantage of this popular show to promote historical fiction </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7369842651773293108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7369842651773293108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-you-love-mix-of-edwardian-drama-and.html' title='Do you love the mix of Edwardian drama and World War I scenes of the second season ofDownton Abbey on PBS?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-4589479306475007670</id><published>2012-01-14T12:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:02:50.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The fish are visiting sunken cities, the legendary watropolis. They move across brows of mountain ranges, to unlaced canals, above crumbling walls conservators fretted over.</title><summary type='text'>Sea Life in St. Mark's Square The fish are visiting sunken cities, the legendary watropolis. They move across brows of mountain ranges, to unlaced canals, above crumbling walls conservators fretted over; where people broke for lunch in a clatter of trattorias, photographed pigeons, or drifted, in love: one of the first casualties, quick-swamped when the Adriatic bowl overflowed. Now, Cetacean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4589479306475007670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4589479306475007670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/fish-are-visiting-sunken-cities.html' title='The fish are visiting sunken cities, the legendary watropolis. They move across brows of mountain ranges, to unlaced canals, above crumbling walls conservators fretted over.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-4181753093242415568</id><published>2012-01-14T11:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:54:28.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All that glitters isn't music....</title><summary type='text'>To the Angelbeast. BY EDUARDO C. CORRAL  For Arthur Russell  All that glitters isn’t music. Once, hidden in tall grass, I tossed fistfuls of dirt into the air: doe after doe of leaping. You said it was nothing but a trick of the light. Gold curves. Gold scarves. Am I not your animal? You’d wait in the orchard for hours to watch a deer break from the shadows. You said it was like lifting a cello </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4181753093242415568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4181753093242415568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-that-glitters-isnt-music.html' title='All that glitters isn&apos;t music....'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-6018568831470516905</id><published>2012-01-13T16:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:58:43.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingertips is a web site that scours the internet looking for the best free and legal MP3s.</title><summary type='text'>


Free and legal MP3:Sara Radle(winsome &amp; involving, w/ Brill Building esprit)

January 6, 2012














“THE PINS” – SARA RADLE
When Sara Radle sings, here, repeatedly, “I’ll do this without you,” she means it. She plays all the instruments on all the songs on her new album, Same Sun Shines, and she likewise engineered and mixed the record herself. She says she did it basically as an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6018568831470516905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/6018568831470516905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/fingertips-is-web-site-that-scours.html' title='Fingertips is a web site that scours the internet looking for the best free and legal MP3s.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5524304939496379344</id><published>2012-01-13T14:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:40:23.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Pairing | ‘January’</title><summary type='text'>

Poem

The poet, translator, and environmental activist W. S. Merwin has become one of the most honored and widely read poets in America and was appointed United States poet laureate in 2010. Today, he lives, writes and gardens in Hawaii, on Maui. His poem “January” evokes a cold wintry night.— Poetry Foundation

JanuaryBy W. S. Merwin

So after weeks of rainat night the winter starsthat much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5524304939496379344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5524304939496379344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/poetry-pairing-january.html' title='Poetry Pairing | ‘January’'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3566926075350907947</id><published>2012-01-13T14:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:33:20.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Une balade photographique au coeur de Paris:</title><summary type='text'>


A l’occasion de cette fête des amoureux et de la 4ème édition des Magnum Days, Magnum Photos vous propose de participer au cadeau le plus original de la Saint Valentin 2012, dans un véritable parcours atypique, poétique, romantique, incroyable, surprenant… au coeur de la capitale.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3566926075350907947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3566926075350907947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/une-balade-photographique-au-coeur-de.html' title='Une balade photographique au coeur de Paris:'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1121694324838580471</id><published>2012-01-13T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:04:48.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faster Than Sound: Symmetry with Marcus du Sautoy</title><summary type='text'>
In this performance a mathematician, a pattern maker and an artists collective seek to create a virtual Alhambra in sound and projection. 17 movements, 17 rooms, 17 patterns. Taking their inspiration from the walls of the Alhambra and the variations of Bach the audience are taken on a journey through the world of symmetry.

Anyone who has been to the Alhambra in Granada cannot have failed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1121694324838580471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1121694324838580471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/faster-than-sound-symmetry-with-marcus.html' title='Faster Than Sound: Symmetry with Marcus du Sautoy'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3192783158091568578</id><published>2012-01-12T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:13:23.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for the chocolate!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3192783158091568578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3192783158091568578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/ready-for-chocolate.html' title='Ready for the chocolate!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zauMUUsaFSY/Tw-vZFN0VdI/AAAAAAAAhv8/NbzrUZ5eeg0/s72-c/photo-703681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7439309424571285553</id><published>2012-01-12T19:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:30:20.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli and Justine heading home on "c dock" - NW Jewel Tones</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7439309424571285553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7439309424571285553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/eli-and-justine-heading-home-on-c-dock.html' title='Eli and Justine heading home on &quot;c dock&quot; - NW Jewel Tones'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7B2vGI97YPQ/Tw97HM0kiCI/AAAAAAAAhvs/CojqQbFgLh0/s72-c/photo-720131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-2732150077468831181</id><published>2012-01-12T16:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:22:13.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>'Twenty years ago the average fashion model weighed 8% less than the average woman. Today, she weighs 23% less.'</title><summary type='text'>


'Most runway models meet the BMI criteria for anorexia', claims plus-size magazine in powerful comment on body image in the fashion industry

By TAMARA ABRAHAM

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A magazine dedicated to plus-size fashion and models has sparked controversy with a feature claiming that most runway models meet the Body Mass Index </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2732150077468831181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2732150077468831181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/twenty-years-ago-average-fashion-model.html' title='&apos;Twenty years ago the average fashion model weighed 8% less than the average woman. Today, she weighs 23% less.&apos;'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5407158855546928721</id><published>2012-01-12T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:22:33.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Starbucks has replaced Sing Sing as the model to which McDonald’s aspires.</title><summary type='text'>We Need to Talk About Ronald

McDonald's has updated its coffee. Its architecture. Its beef. But one thing stays mired in the past...

By Greg Beato

In 2011, investors showed a greater appetite for McDonald’s than any other company in the Dow Jones Industrial Average. Over the last two years, the fast food giant’s stock has nearly doubled. As shares hit $100.82 during the last week of December, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5407158855546928721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5407158855546928721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/starbucks-has-replaced-sing-sing-as.html' title='Starbucks has replaced Sing Sing as the model to which McDonald’s aspires.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1679774717434547040</id><published>2012-01-12T14:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:23:15.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>If you kissed this image of Jesus’s wound, a startlingly vaginal looking spot on the page, you could save yourself from seven years in purgatory.</title><summary type='text'>Bookslut 
Are You There, God?
On the power of religious relics.

By Jessa Crispin

“So, what?,” my friend wrote in response to my email from Ljubljana. “Someone had like a jar ready when John’s head got chopped off?” 





   

Christian Materiality: An Essay on Religion in Late Medieval Europe by Caroline Walker Bynum. 440 pages. Zone. $32.95.
Knock: The Virgin's Apparition in Nineteenth-Century</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1679774717434547040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1679774717434547040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-kissed-this-image-of-jesuss.html' title='If you kissed this image of Jesus’s wound, a startlingly vaginal looking spot on the page, you could save yourself from seven years in purgatory.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-8712097311282483055</id><published>2012-01-12T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:23:50.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>" Epic" was on the banished word list for last year 2011, but the word obviously wasn’t banished well enough as frustration with it continues.</title><summary type='text'>













The words you want to banish in 2012

January 11, 2012

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Last week, we discussed the suggested list of Banished Words for 2012, a list of words developed by a former journalist at Lake Superior State University in Michigan of words that were misused, overused, and abused in 2011 that should not be used in 2012.

This list is designed to capture an ort of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8712097311282483055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8712097311282483055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/epic-was-on-banished-word-list-for-last.html' title='&quot; Epic&quot; was on the banished word list for last year 2011, but the word obviously wasn’t banished well enough as frustration with it continues.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7681207145890932340</id><published>2012-01-12T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:24:13.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tools'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>Some on-Line tutorials &amp; references for buccaneer scholars</title><summary type='text'>


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Alphabetical listing of lessons &amp; guides [to be added here eventually]





Biology Tutorials and References

Amphibian Embryology Tutorial from University of Wisconsin
Biology4Kids - the basics of Biology, plus the scientific method and how scientists classify living things.
The Biology Project from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7681207145890932340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7681207145890932340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-on-line-tutorials-references-for.html' title='Some on-Line tutorials &amp; references for buccaneer scholars'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-980086916634899380</id><published>2012-01-11T16:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:35:04.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portangeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Ian's time-lapse of Port Angeles Harbor...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/980086916634899380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/980086916634899380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/ians-time-lapse-of-port-angeles-harbor.html' title='Ian&apos;s time-lapse of Port Angeles Harbor...'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rVM9-dJC-DE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3508842984049703411</id><published>2012-01-11T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:24:30.816-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Smoking marijuana once a week, or even once a day in some instances, did no long-term damage to the lungs.</title><summary type='text'>



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LEGALIZE IT OF THE DAY: A 20-year, federally funded study conducted jointly by researchers at UCSF and UAB found that smoking marijuana once a week, or even once a day in some instances, did no long-term damage to the lungs.

The study, published today in the the Journal of the American Medical Association, tracked 5,000</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3508842984049703411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3508842984049703411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/smoking-marijuana-once-week-or-even.html' title='Smoking marijuana once a week, or even once a day in some instances, did no long-term damage to the lungs.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-1909144071740976929</id><published>2012-01-11T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:54:32.163-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>. For many, my gravy-less mashed potatoes and plain bagels hint at a sort of puritanical stodginess</title><summary type='text'>

Hold the Everything: A Food Plainist’s Lament


Luke Epplin likes his food bland and simple — why is that so hard to explain?
 01.11.12





Last winter, I told my childhood friend Amanda that Ina Garten, the so-called Barefoot Contessa, was scheduled to speak in March at the 92nd Street Y in New York City. The next day she wrote back: “Just bought my ticket. See you soon.”

The night after she</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1909144071740976929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/1909144071740976929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-many-my-gravy-less-mashed-potatoes.html' title='. For many, my gravy-less mashed potatoes and plain bagels hint at a sort of puritanical stodginess'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-2910547190437251325</id><published>2012-01-11T12:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:57:00.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><title type='text'>Maharishi likens the mind to a pond or ocean. An impulse of thought rises from the field of pure consciousness deep within, much like a bubble rising from the bottom of the sea.</title><summary type='text'>




Sages on transcending


Walt Whitman
Helen Keller
Laozi


Plato
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Henry David Thoreau
Ralph Waldo Emerson



Right: Maharishi likens the mind to a pond or ocean. An impulse of thought rises from the field of pure consciousness deep within, much like a bubble rising from the bottom of the sea. As it rises, it becomes larger. Reaching the conscious level of the mind, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2910547190437251325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/2910547190437251325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/maharishi-likens-mind-to-pond-or-ocean.html' title='Maharishi likens the mind to a pond or ocean. An impulse of thought rises from the field of pure consciousness deep within, much like a bubble rising from the bottom of the sea.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3873773366573341287</id><published>2012-01-11T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:39:52.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><title type='text'>It’s a technique deeply rooted in common sense, which is probably as good an indicator as any that it might be totally wrong.</title><summary type='text'>






When learning maths, abstract symbols work better than real-world examples


You all know the score. A train leaves one city travelling at 35 miles per hour and another races toward it at 25 miles an hour from a city 60 miles away. How long do they take to meet in the middle? Leaving aside the actual answer of 4 hours (factoring in signalling problems, leaves on the line and a pile-up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3873773366573341287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3873773366573341287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-technique-deeply-rooted-in-common.html' title='It’s a technique deeply rooted in common sense, which is probably as good an indicator as any that it might be totally wrong.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-8929041733125334169</id><published>2012-01-11T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:27:15.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>that was an hour well spent. Yes, that was a keeper.</title><summary type='text'>



The Book of Hours

by Joyce Sutphen


SUNDAY, 9 SEPTEMBER, 2007
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Poem: "The Book of Hours" by Joyce Sutphen. Used with permission of the author.

The Book of Hours

There was that one hour sometime
in the middle of the last century.
It was autumn, and I was in my father's
woods building a house out of branches
and the leaves that were falling like
thousands</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8929041733125334169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8929041733125334169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/book-of-hours-by-joyce-sutphen-sunday-9.html' title='that was an hour well spent. Yes, that was a keeper.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-4133704533196206628</id><published>2012-01-11T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:22:20.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathematics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>.In 1876, a politician made mathematical history.</title><summary type='text'>



A Mathematician for President

SEPTEMBER 24, 2008



tags: Algebra, Geometry, Math history, Proofs





[Image courtesy of the Images of American Political History.]

In 1876, a politician made mathematical history. James Abram Garfield, the honorable Congressman from Ohio, published a brand newproof of the Pythagorean Theoremin The New England Journal of Education. He concluded, “We think it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4133704533196206628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/4133704533196206628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-1876-politician-made-mathematical.html' title='.In 1876, a politician made mathematical history.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7409488427987540266</id><published>2012-01-10T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:24:46.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The storm puts its mouth to the house and blows to get a tone.</title><summary type='text'>



A Winter Night



by TOMAS TRANSTROMER








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The storm puts its mouth to the house
and blows to get a tone.
I toss and turn, my closed eyes
reading the storm's text.

The child's eyes grow wide in the dark
and the storm howls for him.
Both love the swinging lamps;
both are halfway towards speech.

The storm has the hands and wings of a child.
Far away, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7409488427987540266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7409488427987540266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/storm-puts-its-mouth-to-house-and-blows.html' title='The storm puts its mouth to the house and blows to get a tone.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7946317253574674072</id><published>2012-01-10T11:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:28:13.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Our privacy is disappearing, cameras sip it up  like thirsty beasts surrounding a shrinking pool of water</title><summary type='text'>

Two Poems


Everyday People
The oceans are dying. They require a hero,or a generation of heroes. The oceans are curdlingin on themselves, and on their constituent lives,they're rising here, and lowering there,I swear I've heard them gasping. And my friends ... ?Are brooding over who their kids are playing withon the streets. Are coming home after a day where somemidlevel management weasel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7946317253574674072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/7946317253574674072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-privacy-is-disappearing-cameras-sip.html' title='Our privacy is disappearing, cameras sip it up  like thirsty beasts surrounding a shrinking pool of water'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-3683894831781203376</id><published>2012-01-10T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:25:13.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Sometimes a wave is a ripple, sometimes a tsunami, but always an aspect of the dynamic life of water.</title><summary type='text'>
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James Bertolino, "Waves Again"






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The Pacific Ocean has a huge presence in the Northwest—we live in a region where it's likely everybody has, or would like to, experience ocean waves. And I mean physically, as symbol, and in the way the Pacific figures in stories and myths that have emerged over the generations. I wrote this poem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3683894831781203376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/3683894831781203376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-wave-is-ripple-sometimes.html' title='Sometimes a wave is a ripple, sometimes a tsunami, but always an aspect of the dynamic life of water.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-8210039787170421763</id><published>2012-01-09T18:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:25:29.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>rweinert has shared a song with you on exfm!</title><summary type='text'>   
          
                
                             

         
          

Hey there,          

                               

rweinert has shared a song with you on exfm.         


A few honest words...

     
         A Few Honest Words                     by: Bensollee                 Listen Now     


Head over to exfm to hear more music by Bensollee and visit rweinert's profile</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8210039787170421763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/8210039787170421763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/rweinert-has-shared-song-with-you-on.html' title='rweinert has shared a song with you on exfm!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-5171981439334627934</id><published>2012-01-09T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:27:38.256-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><title type='text'>The government couldn’t continue to lose credibility with a law its citizenry refused to enforce.</title><summary type='text'>

Zenger, Prohibition, and “Jury Nullification”

The trial of John Peter Zenger remains the most famous case in American history of “jury nullification”: Zenger was clearly guilty of the laws he was accused of violating, but the jury found those laws unjust and set him free. This act was one of the opening salvos in theongoing battle for freedom of the press. But journalists aren’t the only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5171981439334627934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871374187171984211/posts/default/5171981439334627934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yapfax816.blogspot.com/2012/01/government-couldnt-continue-to-lose.html' title='The government couldn’t continue to lose credibility with a law its citizenry refused to enforce.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11943353872152449417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871374187171984211.post-7686756261618226187</id><published>2012-01-09T14:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:25:50.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Maurice Sendak  Speaking on the need for ferocity and irreverence in art</title><summary type='text'>




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interview with : maurice sendak
Posted: January 5th, 2012 | Author: Bryn | Filed under: art, illustration | Tags: video | 2 Comments »



WONDERFUL video with Maurice Sendak. WONDERFUL.

By TateShots.

(*via Children’s Illustration)


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