<?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-13519370</id><updated>2011-11-06T14:42:35.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaldo Flapjak</title><subtitle type='html'>Release and Retention.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flapjak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13519370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flapjak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>XerXn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231919079597351488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/31/6319/640/blergPEG.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13519370.post-113834156960508195</id><published>2006-01-27T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T00:59:29.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete the task! ...and other catch phrases made popular by hillbilly impersonators turned into proper english.</title><content type='html'>I'm writing in a font I like, on a keyboard like, in a room I like, in a house I like, in a place that's home, in a geographic location that I am getting accustom to. It's fantastic but not always in a way I recognize. I am often blinded by burdens. I welcome them as some sort of affirmation. Speaking of affirmation... My lovely loving lady and I just watched an amazing life affirming movie; Thumbsucker. We both heard an interview on NPR with the author of the novel that it was based on. I was in my car, she was in hers, in transit. Some few months ago. Just now, I sit feeling alive and inspired listening to the most amazing song (My Insect Life - Kaki King), as the song ends I think 'I need to hear that again'. Felecia in the next room says 'Can you play that again?' What, I ask you, is so wrong with my life? Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;No thing.&lt;br /&gt;Nothin', g.&lt;br /&gt;I have thought 'there is an answer to everything'.&lt;br /&gt;I have thought 'there isn't an answer to everything'.&lt;br /&gt;In deeper truths, I find the latter.&lt;br /&gt;Talk like yoda, and sound smart you will. Life is a word that represents so much. Good is a word that is very insufficient. Still I can't help but feel that life is in fact good. Thanks all. 8¬Þ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;Complete the task = git r dun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13519370-113834156960508195?l=flapjak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flapjak.blogspot.com/feeds/113834156960508195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13519370&amp;postID=113834156960508195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13519370/posts/default/113834156960508195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13519370/posts/default/113834156960508195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flapjak.blogspot.com/2006/01/complete-task-and-other-catch-phrases.html' title='Complete the task! ...and other catch phrases made popular by hillbilly impersonators turned into proper english.'/><author><name>XerXn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231919079597351488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/31/6319/640/blergPEG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13519370.post-113772236940003278</id><published>2006-01-19T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:58:14.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to poor me.</title><content type='html'>In order to get something, doesn't one usually have to put effort into achieving said thing of some nature ? Lately, and during other parts of my life, I have felt an aching sense of entitlement. As if I am silently saying; "don't I deserve more ? Don't I deserve better ?" To what end, you may wonder, am I feeling entitled. Well, I want to be financially stable. I want to earn this stability with the help of a job that I enjoy. My general felling is; Haven't I suffered enough ? This entitlement comes from some self victimization idea. I was raised with this idea. Life is suffering, or more accurately, suffering is unavoidable. As such, when you suffer, something beneficial is gained. When you work a terrible job, you are paid well. Conversely I have a the idea etched in my mind that, with every good, there is bad to follow.&lt;br /&gt;*Break*&lt;br /&gt;My internet connection is terrible. I wrote this 2 days ago and couldn't post it till today. Now I feel disconnected from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13519370-113772236940003278?l=flapjak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flapjak.blogspot.com/feeds/113772236940003278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13519370&amp;postID=113772236940003278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13519370/posts/default/113772236940003278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13519370/posts/default/113772236940003278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flapjak.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-to-poor-me.html' title='Welcome to poor me.'/><author><name>XerXn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231919079597351488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/31/6319/640/blergPEG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13519370.post-113645140222565602</id><published>2006-01-05T03:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T03:56:42.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'We Care a Lot' or 'Be to semantics more'</title><content type='html'>"Elohim, with the rhyme scheme&lt;br /&gt;and when the lyrics leave the mouth, they look like light beams&lt;br /&gt;with wings attached to the mic I say fly rhymes&lt;br /&gt;read between the lines (here Vast lies)&lt;br /&gt;the beat be trying to sex me and marry me (what)&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin white picket fence and a family" - Vast Aire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13519370-113645140222565602?l=flapjak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flapjak.blogspot.com/feeds/113645140222565602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13519370&amp;postID=113645140222565602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13519370/posts/default/113645140222565602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13519370/posts/default/113645140222565602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flapjak.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-care-lot-or-be-to-semantics-more.html' title='&apos;We Care a Lot&apos; or &apos;Be to semantics more&apos;'/><author><name>XerXn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10231919079597351488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/31/6319/640/blergPEG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
