<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331</id><updated>2009-02-21T05:16:24.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VoXboX</title><subtitle type='html'>Typing for Stress Relief</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-108015693555211068</id><published>2004-03-24T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T14:41:56.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>India came to a grinding halt before the final match of the India-Pakistan series, taking place in Pakistan. This series is probably the most imporant thing happening in the universe for most people on the subcontinent. The political scenario is hilarious - apparently, the outcome of this match has important repurcussions in the upcoming Indian elections. How great would it be if the US </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/108015693555211068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/108015693555211068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015693555211068' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-107707730886127473</id><published>2004-02-17T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T23:10:42.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really interesting article on dirty politics in American history...I had no idea that the campaigns in the past had been so raunchy. Imagine someone giving John Quincy Adams the nickname: "the Pimp"!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107707730886127473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107707730886127473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707730886127473' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-107680464851613927</id><published>2004-02-14T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T19:25:59.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Spark Personality Test - here's what they think of me:DREAMER(Submissive Introvert Abstract Feeler )	Like just 11% of the population you are a DREAMER (SIAF)--reserved and imaginative. You are basically the shy, silent type. You don't have much interest in facts and figures or most of what's going on around you, but the internal worlds you build for yourself are rich and complex.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107680464851613927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107680464851613927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107680464851613927' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-107637295750521323</id><published>2004-02-09T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T19:38:49.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A pilot asked the passengers on his flight whether they were Christian. Now, usually, I do my BBC reading with a faint smile of amusement on my face. I have realized that the BBC has a penchant for reporting on rather bizarre incidents throughout our world. Sometimes I've shared some of them here. But that article about a proselytizing pilot really terrified me. It reminded of Margaret Atwood's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107637295750521323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107637295750521323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107637295750521323' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-107582003359989143</id><published>2004-02-03T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T09:58:34.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have performed an interesting experiment. Let me preface by saying that med students are very pretentious about being health-conscious. I think it makes sense that med students would be healthy - I mean, you spend all day looking at slides and descriptions of what happens to you if you smoke, drink, eat badly and don't exercise. I have avoided becoming paranoid about my health (or conscious in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107582003359989143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107582003359989143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582003359989143' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-107362747034264000</id><published>2004-01-09T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T12:32:57.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Billions of Blue Blistering Barnacles!! Tintin is 75 years old, and you'd never think to look at him! Pass the whiskey....(Let's just hope that Spielberg's proposed films do Herge justice.)  The reason I don't remember most of my adolescence.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107362747034264000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107362747034264000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362747034264000' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-107357181647684312</id><published>2004-01-08T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T09:24:50.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird dream.My friend and I drive to NYC, but accidentaly end up in San Francisco. We are in a house that has winding hallways and many many doors that all seem to lead to different levels and lobbies. I occasionally run into either familiar kids or family members from India. Many of the levels have clothes racks and very fashionable college-age girls running about. Some of the levels are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107357181647684312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107357181647684312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107357181647684312' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-107176571970209198</id><published>2003-12-18T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T11:42:52.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the culmination of my week-long birthday. After today, I will officially be a year older. It's been the strangest birthday I've ever had, in many ways. Lots of dancing, food and drink, coupled with a lot of really serious discussions with myself and friends. I guess I have my work cut out for me this coming year, as far as personal growth type things go. Last night I went to see Return of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107176571970209198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107176571970209198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107176571970209198' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-107160994733692390</id><published>2003-12-16T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T16:28:44.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random thoughts:- Sitting around in the morning, watching The Ellen Degeneres Show, wondering whether to go to class. Every other commercial is for some lawyer declaring belligerently, "When doctors make mistakes, we make them PAY!" I get up and go to class.- Just picked up my Return of the King tickets. It already made the AFI's top ten this year. And it hasn't even been released yet! (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107160994733692390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107160994733692390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107160994733692390' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-107126375764624649</id><published>2003-12-12T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T16:17:29.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just dropped into the library for a small performance of Handel's Messiah. The holidays aren't complete for me without hearing this wonderful piece at least once. I get really emotional during it. When the tenor was singing to Jerusalem that her "warfare was accomplished," it made me sad, because it couldn't be farther from the truth. But then, as the choir sings again and again of "the prince </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107126375764624649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107126375764624649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107126375764624649' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-107116064944676870</id><published>2003-12-11T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T11:44:28.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I agree that there are some serious changes that need to happen around the way the world perceives religion, and religious differences. The question is, do we want to wipe out the differences entirely? What next - we all have to be the same weight? (I know that doesn't follow directly, but just bear with me.)Movie Recommendations:In theaters21 grams. Absolutely brilliant coming together of a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107116064944676870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/107116064944676870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116064944676870' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106910979795048834</id><published>2003-11-17T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:57:00.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matrix Revolutions - I saw it on the IMAX screen. I thought that bigger would be better. At times, I actually wished the screen was smaller so that the idiocy would be somehow reduced. The sad thing is that this one might have been better than Reloaded. This one has less plot, more mega-action, and it goes back to the huge overarching themes of the first Matrix. Some of the concepts have yielded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106910979795048834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106910979795048834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106910979795048834' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106847775411726515</id><published>2003-11-10T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T10:22:31.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just watched a terrifying film called Event Horizon. Not a great movie, really. I mean, it's one of those sci-fi thrillers that doesn't even try to be scientifically consistent. Not once did they even really discuss the significance of the words "event horizon". And the entire premise of the movie is appropriately vague and magnificent. There is a giant, visually stunning magnetic gravity-maker </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106847775411726515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106847775411726515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106847775411726515' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106757021229434737</id><published>2003-10-30T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T22:16:51.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I now own a hot pink wig!!!!!!!!!YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS.For Halloween I'm going to be an anime jedi. Basically pink-haired and silent. I haven't gotten this excited about Halloween in many years. The last real costume I remember having was a Big Bird suit that was about three feet tall. How things change.....well, I guess I'm not that much taller.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106757021229434737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106757021229434737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106757021229434737' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106728995763945271</id><published>2003-10-27T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T16:25:57.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The quest for immortality takes an interesting turn, as an artist decides that he wants his brain to outlive him. If your brain is still alive and thinking, are you still alive? I guess that's the whole "immortal" part. Fascinating that he considers his brain to be a work of art he created "thought by thought".It was fun to get an extra hour on Saturday night, and I went with some friends to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106728995763945271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106728995763945271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728995763945271' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106684055509318493</id><published>2003-10-22T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T12:37:55.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How much are YOU worth, my friend?I wonder about it sometimes, when I get to thinking about how much debt I'm going to be in. Apparently I could get more than a couple million. But I'm unsure about what you do with the money once you are sold. Does it belong to you? Or your owner?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106684055509318493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106684055509318493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106684055509318493' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106682970599772774</id><published>2003-10-22T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T09:35:05.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I had to share. It's so cool - in Norway, a witch has received government money to start her own witchcraft business. She's allowed to do that as long as she doesn't try to hurt people, like she's taking the hippocratic oath. Are witches the new doctors? Ok, I just looked up the hippocratic oath online to read the whole thing, because I was curious - and there are so many versions! I just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106682970599772774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106682970599772774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106682970599772774' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106678974403303709</id><published>2003-10-21T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T22:29:03.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went and saw Lost in Translation.I liked it. BUT...I don't know if I would recommend it.It's a very beautiful movie. Like moving art. The whole movie is like that - a painting that captures the moods of characters by showing us the surroundings as they were seeing them. It portrays well, I think, how being in a place where you feel isolated and lost can bring you close to people that normally</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106678974403303709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106678974403303709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106678974403303709' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106649744867936352</id><published>2003-10-18T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T13:17:28.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the end, I just have to accept that the only reason I ever watch baseball at all is that I don't get to watch cricket. What a beautiful game - and so misunderstood. Anyway, I am happy because I am out of the mists of my illness, and India are batting well against New Zealand, and it's a Saturday. Also, lovely orchids have bloomed from a plant that seemed to be dying last week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106649744867936352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106649744867936352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106649744867936352' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106642805512561434</id><published>2003-10-17T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T18:04:13.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what? The Sox are still a great team, and Boston rocks. That's right.Sox management on the other hand - well, some decisons are not worth crying over, but some ARE.I have a weird headache that goes away when I smile really hard. But it's an excessively manic smile that I can't really do in front of people. Hmmm. I'm trying to figure out which part of the smile helps - I think it might</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106642805512561434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106642805512561434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106642805512561434' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106632251002815272</id><published>2003-10-16T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T12:53:00.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've spent the last few minutes comparing Utah with India. Either way, the photo of the day site remains my favorite internet time suck. Soul Calibur II is my new thing that I want to spend more time on. I played it for a few minutes last weekend, and I got to beat the daylights out of people much bigger than me. It was fun, and it looks really cool. My friend has it at her apartment and I think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106632251002815272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106632251002815272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106632251002815272' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106626589411002794</id><published>2003-10-15T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T20:58:14.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a viral flu-like illness. It's quite miserable. The only good thing about it is that it makes me feel justified in not studying. Instead I am lying in bed watching TV. Today I finally got around to watching some great baseball. The Red Sox won! I watched the game in a room full of people clutching anatomy notes and nearly ripping them apart in anxiety over the game. It's been a long time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106626589411002794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106626589411002794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106626589411002794' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106605638790882726</id><published>2003-10-13T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T10:46:27.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine called last night and we were talking about my blog entry from yesterday. He asked me, "Who are you fighting?" And I realized that I sounded sort of strident. And that's silly, because there's no reason for me to. So I thought I'd clarify. I'm not really mad about this. It's just a tendency I've noticed in the world (and that includes myself). I actually love some of the changes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106605638790882726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106605638790882726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605638790882726' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106591098323581981</id><published>2003-10-11T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T10:41:13.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some friends and I were talking about interracial breeding. And I thought, does the future of mankind look homogenous and boring? Is it inherently contradictory to cherish diversity, and to promote interracial marriage/reproduction? With culture becoming more and more integrated (e.g. "World Music" - what is that?), perhaps it's not surprising that people are also finding more and more in common </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106591098323581981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106591098323581981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106591098323581981' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462331.post-106453756633010711</id><published>2003-09-25T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T20:52:46.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How interesting that being apart from the people you love can make you love them more. I KNOW that it's a common belief, and everyone's read that somewhere, but I still don't think it's totally logical. But it's true.Also, I find it fascinating when people anonymously leave comments on blogs. I had a long conversation recently about anonymity on the internet, and what that means for human </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106453756633010711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462331/posts/default/106453756633010711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voxbox.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106453756633010711' title=''/><author><name>Barnacle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01781797612798196753'/></author></entry></feed>