<?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-5140772</id><updated>2009-02-21T11:22:42.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prove My Hypothesis</title><subtitle type='html'>"so much perfume that people will ask you:
 hey, are you a turkish prostitute?"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-5496840944176262745</id><published>2006-12-24T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:25:09.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These Things Need To HappenI said goodbye to a place I haven't been able too before I went and said hello to an old friend.It felt good and it was necessary.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/5496840944176262745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/5496840944176262745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2006_12_24_archive.html#5496840944176262745' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-116431182588722228</id><published>2006-11-23T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:57:05.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Really Hate To Admit This . . . But I really have liked the way Harper and the Conservatives have handles this whole "Quebec as a nation" situation. I've been watching it here in the news room for the past two days and I'm pretty impressed at the way it's going.I'm just glad that the Liberals and the NDP are behind the Tories on this as well because it helps to show the difference between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/116431182588722228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/116431182588722228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2006_11_19_archive.html#116431182588722228' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-116386632996262597</id><published>2006-11-18T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:11:39.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things get better, things come out of the blueSo as many of you know, I was in a relationship with an amazing girl for about a year, but just during the last gasp of summer things went wrong. She was a significant part of my life, well, we were quite serious about everything. Now, I won't get into the nitty gritty, but when we broke up it hit us both pretty hard. We both felt shitty at different </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/116386632996262597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/116386632996262597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2006_11_12_archive.html#116386632996262597' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-116373804381898636</id><published>2006-11-16T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:34:03.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brockvilleneeds some fucking sun ASAPI hate reading weather forecasts with nothing but rain in them.Also, it gets dark here at 4:30 . . . . wha????? I thought this only happened on a frickin' mountain New frickin' Hampshire.I am a torn man. My eyes are ahead but my mind lags behind.My sleep? Let's not even go there . . . .Luckily there are things and people that stay the same, and for those I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/116373804381898636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/116373804381898636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2006_11_12_archive.html#116373804381898636' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-116026807345337436</id><published>2006-10-07T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:41:13.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Where The Hell Am I? That's a good question . . . . I am here (well, physically)I now work here and here  . . . the're two stations in one building located yonderThere's a perfectly good explanation for all of this, and it'll all be coming within the next few days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/116026807345337436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/116026807345337436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116026807345337436' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-115476263084096287</id><published>2006-08-05T03:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T03:23:50.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nostalgia . . . bahSo, sometimes I miss the Cloak more than I should.Tonight I went back. Not much has changed.That makes me feel a whole lot better.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/115476263084096287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/115476263084096287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2006_07_30_archive.html#115476263084096287' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-115016420446281267</id><published>2006-06-12T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:03:24.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm an athlete . . . I'm invincible Ben Roethlisberger is an idiotJay Williams . . . Kellen Winslow . . . Ben RoethlisbergerI never wonder why I'm aprehensive about motorcycles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/115016420446281267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/115016420446281267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2006_06_11_archive.html#115016420446281267' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-114651224369987058</id><published>2006-05-01T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T15:37:23.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because Karen Tagged Me In Her BlogI feel it's only fair . . . alright, where to begin.Four Interesting Jobs I've Hadi) Youth Counselor  . . . . I've written enough on this. The job was interesting, I learned a lot, met good people, and have moved on.ii) AMS Internal Affairs Commissioner for Queen's University. I got paid in fourth year to work in the student government full time. There were tons</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/114651224369987058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/114651224369987058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2006_04_30_archive.html#114651224369987058' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-113945796303346870</id><published>2006-02-08T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:06:03.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's weirdFor some reason I miss Belgium right now. It's that idea of just getting up and going somewhere The weekends are amazing, but during the day it's the travel of school-home-school-home-school-home-school-home . . . . and it can blur together. But then again I really like the stuff I'm doing now. I'm learning all that I need to so that I can get out there in the real world and have a job </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/113945796303346870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/113945796303346870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113945796303346870' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-113459359449624407</id><published>2005-12-14T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:23:25.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations!I must send wholehearted congratulations and massive shout-outs to my friend, one Christopher J. Bittle and his girlfriend Melissa . . .why? Well, they are now officially engaged! That is fucking awesome!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/113459359449624407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/113459359449624407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113459359449624407' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-113174343458250605</id><published>2005-11-11T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:10:34.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cleveland . . . . with photos!!!!!!It's a brand new era here in my weblog, though it's unfortunate that the first photos I bring you are of  American's Mistake By The Lake . . .Cleveland, Ohio. Last Friday, Dan, Darren, How-Yune and I left this fair city around 11 in the morning to go to Cleveland for the weekend.Just be sure to never carry your hand guns around  . . . . these signs were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/113174343458250605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/113174343458250605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113174343458250605' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-113137898579357635</id><published>2005-11-07T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:56:25.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BenefitHey guys . . . what are you up to this Wednesday night? Well, I'll be spinning at a benefit called "Just Ace of Spades" this Wednesday night at the Boat (158 Augusta Avenue  in Kensington). What is it you ask? Well, 7 of Toronto's finest DJs and myself will be spinning a DJ set consisting entirely of Motorhead's classic song Ace of Spades, and my particular spot is from 11 to 11:45 pm that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/113137898579357635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/113137898579357635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113137898579357635' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-113020580254822386</id><published>2005-10-24T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:07:51.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HeySo it's been a long while and there's been events, some small, some large but right now they don't feel like the details want to surface. I've been to weddings, been DJing at the Cloak, saw my first live NFL game, dated, and started work as the permanent Saturday night karaoke host at a local bar. This is but a partial list.Really, it's same old same oldThese days I find my thoughts sneaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/113020580254822386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/113020580254822386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113020580254822386' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-112131459360785273</id><published>2005-07-14T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T11:35:14.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello. HelloH-E-L-L-OSo, where were you tonight?If you were in Toronto and you weren't at the Go Team concert (unlike, say, Ben, Josh, Sofi and myself) I feel sorry for you.It was intense.It was everything I hoped for and more.I can't fully describe it.I am covered in sweat.I am calling in sick tommorrow.I have my best show of 2005.True, it was the "hip" show to be at, but fuck that, I've been a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/112131459360785273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/112131459360785273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112131459360785273' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-112066235377928876</id><published>2005-07-06T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T11:05:53.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With apologies to the South Park guys . . .What would Bob Geldoff do?What would Bob Geldoff doIf he was here right now?He'd make a plan, and he'd follow through,That's what Bob Geldoff'd do!When Bob Geldoff was creating Live Aid and 8So we could all rock out for the poor,He held the headlines hostageWhere he became a pompus, stuck-up boreHe call together a roster of all stars great and smallTo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/112066235377928876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/112066235377928876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112066235377928876' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-111782885285780654</id><published>2005-06-03T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:01:45.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I'll Admit It Now To EveryoneI really like the new Oasis album . . . . while it's not Definetely Maybe or Morning Glory it certainly isn't Heathen Chemistry or Standing On The Shoulders Of Giants, and that's enough for me.I also like Phil Collins.Man, the internet is great for this confessional type of stuff.I feel alot better now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111782885285780654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111782885285780654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111782885285780654' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-111706123796078174</id><published>2005-05-28T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T15:07:59.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The recent political stuff going on here in CanadaWe have a minority government?????Christ, I feel so delightfully out of touch with the whole stream of politics in general. I spent five years of my life on this stuff and exited a pretty good university with a degree in it (with honours as well, whatever the fuck that means. Probably that I spent a little more money for that extra year - I feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111706123796078174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111706123796078174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111706123796078174' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-111662311828360049</id><published>2005-05-20T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T17:05:18.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My List Of Ten Things That I Do WellTwo days ago I was emailing back and forth with my friend Lesley during a normal, boring work day and we sent each other a list of ten things that we do well. Here's what I came up with:1) I'm a funny guy that people seem to trust2) Music - I'm all over that: history of bands and  songs, identifying them, contextualizing them in historical ways, linking various</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111662311828360049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111662311828360049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111662311828360049' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-111642745028436666</id><published>2005-05-18T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:44:10.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Workplace ShenanigansAlright, you know that work bores the living tar out of you when during the course of the day you can:- Actively participate in numerous baseball and fantasy hockey pools- Carry on several different conversations via email during the day- Send out three emails to my mass email list with attached mp3s- Stay up to date on all sports related activities in the world by scouring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111642745028436666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111642745028436666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111642745028436666' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-111636342650468947</id><published>2005-05-17T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:57:06.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, the world needs more AquaJunior Senior's "Move Your Feet", just popped up on my iPod and I was digging it: a song that is fun, requires no thinking what so ever, and fits into something I've been thinking about for a little while now.  Basically,the world needs a little more Aqua. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my music deep, meaningful, songs that says something and makes you think, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111636342650468947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111636342650468947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111636342650468947' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-111500900611221074</id><published>2005-05-02T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:43:26.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Tao of Boo meets DUI think I'm at that "a little knowledge is dangerous" part.-------------------------------In other news . . . . Iron and Wine "The Tapeze Swinger"If I had my way this song would be one of the biggest hits of all time.Go get it, now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111500900611221074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111500900611221074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111500900611221074' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-111400871277704303</id><published>2005-04-20T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:02:59.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, It's Been A While . . . But when you write three daily different emails you don't have much left to say to the rest of the world, so this is a shameless plug for my music emails: 3 emails a day with songs you may not have heard and additional commentary that may or may not have anything to do with the song itself. I don't even care if I know you or not, so to the strangers coming here I say: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111400871277704303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/111400871277704303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111400871277704303' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-110979111193499459</id><published>2005-03-02T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:18:31.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is brillianthttp://www.savetoby.com/Despite the inherent evilness of holding the rabbit hostage, you've got to admit it'll probably make them money . . .It's the whole "Save The Cute Animals" idea from Dennis Leary all over again. Animals like rabbits and otters are revered, while cattle, mmmmmm not so much.It also underlines the fact that people are idiots (he's raised $16,000 thus far)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/110979111193499459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/110979111193499459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110979111193499459' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-110918718627687327</id><published>2005-02-28T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T08:44:20.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Grand Email ExperimentWell, in my grand tradition of Selling Oregano To Teenagers, Baiting Bears With Honey Caked Sticks, and Getting A Job In New Hampshire, I have embarked upon another hairbrained scheme, this time involving music and Gmail.Basically, what I do is look into the large collection of slightly obscure mp3s that I have gathered by means both dubious and otherwise, then send out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/110918718627687327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/110918718627687327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110918718627687327' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5140772.post-110798269963556738</id><published>2005-02-09T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:12:13.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kicking the habitIt's been long overdue. It really has.What I've undertaken is not so much a diet per say, but a complete change in diet, beginning but not ending with the removal of Coke and it's ilk, including the finest in Scottish cuisine: venerable MacDonalds. Thus far I've been able to make it one week without either the divine liquid or addictive fast food. For me, that's an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/110798269963556738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5140772/posts/default/110798269963556738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajc.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110798269963556738' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138053795198644966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11411967021951169210'/></author></entry></feed>