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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BSHYyeCp7ImA9WxNUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860</id><updated>2009-11-06T10:44:19.890-06:00</updated><title>Tankboy</title><subtitle type="html">Tankboy resides in the body of some tall blonde guy and lives in Chicago with Pickle the Kitten, and a beagle named Betty who may actually be slightly more famous than most musicians out there. He's written about music for much longer than most bands you hear on the radio have even existed. He also swears that it wasn't him who did that and has learned that "deny everything" is a basic tenet of existence.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2763</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Tankboy" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Tankboy</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BSHYycCp7ImA9WxNUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-8186649780736717365</id><published>2009-11-06T10:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:44:19.898-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T10:44:19.898-06:00</app:edited><title>DJ Tankboy + Old Oak Tap = Friday funday!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ Tankboy + Old Oak Tap = Friday funday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SvRSBhcrLJI/AAAAAAAADUs/vSCGkAPLo_o/s1600-h/old_oak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SvRSBhcrLJI/AAAAAAAADUs/vSCGkAPLo_o/s320/old_oak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401032039236054162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is the first Friday of the month, so that means I will  be curating the music within the walls of the Old Oak Tap this evening. It's supposed to be a relatively nice evening, so come on out and enjoy it before the weather turns icy and you find yourself hunkered down on your couch with only the television (and possibly your partner if you have one / if they can still stand you  after months of cabin fever) as company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I have a truckload of new stuff, alongside about three semis of classic faves, so you know  the music will never be predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BONUS:&lt;/span&gt; The great thing about Old oak? Not only are the tunes good, but the food is excellent&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;, and the beers are many. So come on down, nosh a bit if you so desire, and then stay the evening for camaraderie set to a wonderful soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theoldoaktap.com/"&gt;TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;November 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Tankboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm - 2am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD OAK TAP&lt;br /&gt;2109 W Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Seriously, try the spicy fries. They're awesome. The subtly slow burn is not to be found elsewhere in our city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-8186649780736717365?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/oTFGLP6IlEc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/8186649780736717365?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/8186649780736717365?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/oTFGLP6IlEc/dj-tankboy-old-oak-tap-friday-funday.html" title="DJ Tankboy + Old Oak Tap = Friday funday!" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SvRSBhcrLJI/AAAAAAAADUs/vSCGkAPLo_o/s72-c/old_oak.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/11/dj-tankboy-old-oak-tap-friday-funday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMQHszfCp7ImA9WxNUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-6032606302253530456</id><published>2009-11-05T12:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:36:21.584-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T12:36:21.584-06:00</app:edited><title>My inner ten-year-old's hormones just went into overdrive.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My inner ten-year-old's hormones just went into overdrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Leia and her stunt-double catch some rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SvMa__iPp1I/AAAAAAAADUk/qM0jNttFCgs/s1600-h/fisher_sunbathe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SvMa__iPp1I/AAAAAAAADUk/qM0jNttFCgs/s400/fisher_sunbathe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400690064836503378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other news, &lt;a href="http://chicagoist.com/2009/11/05/rockin_our_turntable_the_prairie_ca_1.php"&gt;check out my review of the new Prairie Cartel album&lt;/a&gt;, and don't forget to catch them at Angels &amp;amp; K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://fukung.net/v/15275/202d81c2987a31b0ba9f557da2eae0ec.jpg"&gt;photo credz&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-6032606302253530456?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/7PwGNXzA82E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/6032606302253530456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/6032606302253530456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/7PwGNXzA82E/my-inner-ten-year-olds-hormones-just.html" title="My inner ten-year-old's hormones just went into overdrive." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SvMa__iPp1I/AAAAAAAADUk/qM0jNttFCgs/s72-c/fisher_sunbathe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-inner-ten-year-olds-hormones-just.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFQnk_eSp7ImA9WxNUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-4893480932531746066</id><published>2009-11-04T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:00:13.741-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T12:00:13.741-06:00</app:edited><title>Happy birthday Dad!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you never knew him? &lt;a href="http://jameskopeny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Get to know him at least a little bit.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-4893480932531746066?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/dLq_YJOF-CI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/4893480932531746066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/4893480932531746066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/dLq_YJOF-CI/happy-birthday-dad.html" title="Happy birthday Dad!" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-dad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUBSXozeCp7ImA9WxNUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-3548571959272334012</id><published>2009-11-03T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:34:18.480-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T12:34:18.480-06:00</app:edited><title>Obligatory "Sorry for the skimpy posts" post.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obligatory "Sorry for the skimpy posts" post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SvB18jDQR6I/AAAAAAAADUc/Jty5UKSwSfA/s1600-h/bucktown_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SvB18jDQR6I/AAAAAAAADUc/Jty5UKSwSfA/s320/bucktown_map.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399945636278716322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've got this thing where I force myself to do at least one post a day during the week. I've been doing it for years, and it helps keep the gears churning, even in dry periods. I am currently not in a creatively dry period, but I am in the middle of a time-strapped stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, you've seen more photos and videos and less words. Why is that? Well, GalPal and I have been searching for a new apartment, and that has been incredibly draining. We spent weeks combing Logan Square and had it narrowed down to two promising properties until last Sunday when a dark horse suddenly entered the race. A friend of ours knew of a 2-story coach house, plus basement, that we would have all to ourselves, that was suddenly available. The only downside? It wasn't in Logan Square, it was in Bucktown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had reservations about living in Bucktown, as did GalPal. For my part, I spent a lot of time there in 1994-1998 when it was decidedly less friendly. Danny's was a house party gone punk, the Blue Note was on Armitage, and walking at night without heavy attitude was strongly discouraged. In fact I've spent my whole Chicago life living in the edgier, hipper parts of town, and the prospect of moving to somewhere as, well, safe as Bucktown is now seemed to go against the grain, at least for me. I mean I have a reputation to uphold, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I've spent almost two decades in edgy areas, and maybe it's not so terrible an idea that I could walk to and from the train without having to constantly check over my shoulder or adopt a swagger and up my guard when a crew of kids suddenly appears in my path. Maybe moving to an area with strollers and families would be O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then other things popped up. We'd be within walking distance of dozens of restaurants, train distance of hundreds of restaurants, and, here's an important one, there's a neighborhood bar around the corner that is dog -- and especially beagle -- friendly. And a huge fenced in park that a certain beagle could run around in. And did I mention we'd have a house to ourselves ... for less than the apartments in  Logan Square we were looking at were asking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, sorry the content has been of the more skimmable sort recently, but GalPal and I were busy finding our dream home for the next few years! We can't wait to move in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-3548571959272334012?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/3884OA7qSkQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/3548571959272334012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/3548571959272334012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/3884OA7qSkQ/obligatory-sorry-for-skimpy-posts-post.html" title="Obligatory &quot;Sorry for the skimpy posts&quot; post." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SvB18jDQR6I/AAAAAAAADUc/Jty5UKSwSfA/s72-c/bucktown_map.gif" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/11/obligatory-sorry-for-skimpy-posts-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8ARXw9eCp7ImA9WxNUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-1114660353201158357</id><published>2009-11-02T08:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:37:24.260-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T15:37:24.260-06:00</app:edited><title>Listening to KC.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Listening to K. C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken on the way home from &lt;a href="http://bridgeportseasoning.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chuck&lt;/a&gt;'s last birthday party, but I'm pretty sure we were listening to Kelly Clarkson so it could've been taken &lt;a href="http://chicagoist.com/2009/10/28/out_life_would_suck_without_kelly_c.php"&gt;last week&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/Su9QlJPSIGI/AAAAAAAADUU/XTIeA8zDJ7k/s1600-h/photo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/Su9QlJPSIGI/AAAAAAAADUU/XTIeA8zDJ7k/s400/photo_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399623077305917538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, you got it ... Marcus and I are in fact 13-year-old girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-1114660353201158357?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/cjuDM1WaKlk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/1114660353201158357?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/1114660353201158357?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/cjuDM1WaKlk/listening-to-kc.html" title="Listening to KC." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/Su9QlJPSIGI/AAAAAAAADUU/XTIeA8zDJ7k/s72-c/photo_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/11/listening-to-kc.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NRH8_eCp7ImA9WxNVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-3930558499821427295</id><published>2009-10-30T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:53:15.140-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-30T10:53:15.140-05:00</app:edited><title>So is Josh Freese drumming full time for Weezer?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;So is Josh Freese drumming full time for Weezer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not. I mean, he's obviously excellent, and on the new disc his style adds punch, but I like pat's heavier, steadier style  better with the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rPAhv_e274&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;fmt=18&amp;showinfo=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3rPAhv_e274&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;fmt=18&amp;showinfo=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-3930558499821427295?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/OD83zdv2oCU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/3930558499821427295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/3930558499821427295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/OD83zdv2oCU/so-is-josh-freese-drumming-full-time.html" title="So is Josh Freese drumming full time for Weezer?" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-is-josh-freese-drumming-full-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAFRXg6eip7ImA9WxNVGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-7977773372272570980</id><published>2009-10-29T08:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:21:54.612-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T15:21:54.612-05:00</app:edited><title>The ramifications of playing dress-up.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The ramifications of playing dress-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to run this as a Diversion on Chicagoist, but I guess we ran it over the weekend &lt;a href="http://chicagoist.com/2009/10/11/weekend_diversion_justice_for_break.php"&gt;a few months&lt;/a&gt; back. I somehow missed it, so I don't feel like I'm being redundant by sharing it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgCM46CSwd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;fmt=18&amp;amp;showinfo=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NgCM46CSwd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;fmt=18&amp;amp;showinfo=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-7977773372272570980?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/1cZaNkDmclA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/7977773372272570980?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/7977773372272570980?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/1cZaNkDmclA/ramifications-of-platying-dress-up.html" title="The ramifications of playing dress-up." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/ramifications-of-platying-dress-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcBQXo7cSp7ImA9WxNVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-4529465535895405123</id><published>2009-10-28T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:10:50.409-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-28T14:10:50.409-05:00</app:edited><title>Kelly Clarkson!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuiXHKDi3AI/AAAAAAAADUM/AGgG6nGSstY/s1600-h/20091028_kelly_clarkson+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuiXHKDi3AI/AAAAAAAADUM/AGgG6nGSstY/s400/20091028_kelly_clarkson+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397730302617639938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicagoist.com/2009/10/28/out_life_would_suck_without_kelly_c.php"&gt;Yes.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-4529465535895405123?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/ZdtmC07cyW8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/4529465535895405123?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/4529465535895405123?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/ZdtmC07cyW8/kelly-clarkson.html" title="Kelly Clarkson!" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuiXHKDi3AI/AAAAAAAADUM/AGgG6nGSstY/s72-c/20091028_kelly_clarkson+087.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/kelly-clarkson.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QBSXY4fyp7ImA9WxNVFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-2139642400778011296</id><published>2009-10-27T17:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:09:18.837-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T17:09:18.837-05:00</app:edited><title>Please guys, I lived through the '80s, they weren't that cool. Please let them die.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please people, I lived through the '80s, they weren't that cool. Please let them die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the dude's Freddy Mercury-isms on Idol, but this album cover is just ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuduoV0V8aI/AAAAAAAADUE/3Ebz40miDKY/s1600-h/Adam_R11_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuduoV0V8aI/AAAAAAAADUE/3Ebz40miDKY/s400/Adam_R11_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397404317757338018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, am I wrong or does he look like a living &lt;a href="http://www.patricknagel.com/taf/image_search.taf"&gt;Nagel&lt;/a&gt; here?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;FULL DISCLOSURE: I collected books of Nagel's illustration in the '80s and still have a weak spot for them, so that last observation isn't so much criticism as it is, erm, observation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-2139642400778011296?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/MY4ZwnivNZ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/2139642400778011296?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/2139642400778011296?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/MY4ZwnivNZ0/please-guys-i-lived-through-80s-they.html" title="Please guys, I lived through the '80s, they weren't that cool. Please let them die." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuduoV0V8aI/AAAAAAAADUE/3Ebz40miDKY/s72-c/Adam_R11_02.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/please-guys-i-lived-through-80s-they.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EMQHk8fCp7ImA9WxNVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-3651379500989104239</id><published>2009-10-27T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:41:21.774-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T11:41:21.774-05:00</app:edited><title>Photographic advice needed...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photographic advice needed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuciovNYuvI/AAAAAAAADT8/3_Q6mrPc9ho/s1600-h/Canon-Digital-Rebel-XT-silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuciovNYuvI/AAAAAAAADT8/3_Q6mrPc9ho/s320/Canon-Digital-Rebel-XT-silver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397320761689553650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say you were going to shoot a pop star, someone like, say, Kelly Clarkson, but there was no photo pit. In fact you have to shoot from the front of house soundboard.  No biggie, except for the fact you do not own a telephoto lens. You own a slightly older Canon Rebel XT, but no tripod, and are wondering what lens would get the job done. You have the clearance to rent one due to an extremely agile and fleet-footed camera gear firm in town, but you want to make sure you grab the right gear. One person recommends renting a 70-200mm 2.8 lens, and another thinks 300mm will do it, and yet another doubts anything less than 500mm will do the trick (but again, I don't have a tripod).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you suggest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-3651379500989104239?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/1TC8sVokyTU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/3651379500989104239?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/3651379500989104239?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/1TC8sVokyTU/photographic-advice-needed.html" title="Photographic advice needed..." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuciovNYuvI/AAAAAAAADT8/3_Q6mrPc9ho/s72-c/Canon-Digital-Rebel-XT-silver.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/photographic-advice-needed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04DQXs6fSp7ImA9WxNVFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-4601313949178290825</id><published>2009-10-26T10:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:46:10.515-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-26T10:46:10.515-05:00</app:edited><title>Setlist: The Continental, October 14, 2009</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Setlist: The Continental, October 24, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So Keep jumped in to help me out with DJing at The Continental Saturday night since Rudy had a prior commitment, and I feel comfortable saying we kicked total ass. We got a pretty good early crowd and the place was absolutely choked with bodies by 2 a.m. or so. We decided it was a "zero pop" night and Keep enjoyed playing bad cop to anyone requesting what he deemed not heavy enough. That's not to say we didn't play catchy stuff, we just didn't allow ourselves to be sidet5racked by requests for The Bee Gees or Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhoo, if you're interested in putting together a totally awesome mix tape from the evening, here's the full  setlist for my segments.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Setlist: The Continental, October 24, 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;First set:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Soulsavers "Some Misunderstanding"&lt;br /&gt;
Black Mountain "Don't Run Our Hearts Around"&lt;br /&gt;
lobsterdust "Alone Witchu (Air vs. QOTSA)"&lt;br /&gt;
PJ Harvey "Yuri-G"&lt;br /&gt;
Black Moth Super Rainbow "Born On A Day The Sun Didn't Rise"&lt;br /&gt;
Number Girl "Omiode In My Head"&lt;br /&gt;
Clues "Approach The Throne"&lt;br /&gt;
Monotonix "Set Me Free"&lt;br /&gt;
The Evil Queens "Love Song Werewolves"&lt;br /&gt;
Mil Mulliganos "Evolution/Revolution"&lt;br /&gt;
Julian Cope "Pristeen"&lt;br /&gt;
fun. "Benson Hedges"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Second set:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Tarts "My Girlfriend Is A Rockstar"&lt;br /&gt;
The Riverboat Gamblers "Ice Water"&lt;br /&gt;
NIL8 "Zombie Slut"&lt;br /&gt;
Pinhead Gunpowder "I Am An Elephant"&lt;br /&gt;
Mannequin Men "Never Lived By Myself"&lt;br /&gt;
Local H "Keep Your Girlfriend Away From Me"&lt;br /&gt;
Sloan "Losing California"&lt;br /&gt;
7 Seconds "Satyagraha"&lt;br /&gt;
The Lemonheads "Hate Your Friends"&lt;br /&gt;
Electric Owls "Put, The Candle' Back!"&lt;br /&gt;
Amazing Baby "Supreme Being"&lt;br /&gt;
Cheeseburger "Easy Street"&lt;br /&gt;
Band Of Skulls "I Know What I Am"&lt;br /&gt;
Girls Against Boys "In Like Flynn"&lt;br /&gt;
The Big Pink "At War With The Sun"&lt;br /&gt;
Hiawata! "Suburbs"&lt;br /&gt;
Big Star "Feel"&lt;br /&gt;
Screaming Trees "Dying Days"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Third set:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Blur "Country House"&lt;br /&gt;
Replicants "Just What I Needed"&lt;br /&gt;
Queens Of The Stone Age "Regular John"&lt;br /&gt;
Weezer "Say It Ain't So"&lt;br /&gt;
Living Colour "Cult Of Personality"&lt;br /&gt;
Pixies "Debaser"&lt;br /&gt;
Ozzy Osbourne "Crazy Train"&lt;br /&gt;
Public Enemy "Welcome To The Terrordome"&lt;br /&gt;
NWA"Express Yourself"&lt;br /&gt;
Spacehog "In The Meantime"&lt;br /&gt;
Bauhaus "Ziggy Stardust"&lt;br /&gt;
Hum "Stars"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-4601313949178290825?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/XBQd9tFK12g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/4601313949178290825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/4601313949178290825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/XBQd9tFK12g/setlist-continental-october-14-2009.html" title="Setlist: The Continental, October 14, 2009" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/setlist-continental-october-14-2009.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DRn87cSp7ImA9WxNVE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-6877328642630651859</id><published>2009-10-23T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:32:57.109-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T15:32:57.109-05:00</app:edited><title>More DJ stuffs.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More DJ stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot! Rudy and I DJ at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/continentalbar"&gt;The Continental&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow night! 11 p.m. until 5 a.m.! For a taste of what you can expect, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jim.kopeny?v=app_2347471856&amp;amp;ref=name#/note.php?note_id=181876162974"&gt;peep the setlist from last night at The Burlington&lt;/a&gt;. I'm digging for unearthed nuggets along with the familiar and I'm loving the rejuvenating feeling it's giving my sets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-6877328642630651859?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/mDeyIDWJtkE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/6877328642630651859?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/6877328642630651859?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/mDeyIDWJtkE/more-dj-stuffs.html" title="More DJ stuffs." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-dj-stuffs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8AQn49fyp7ImA9WxNVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-3936233244220572648</id><published>2009-10-23T11:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:27:23.067-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T12:27:23.067-05:00</app:edited><title>And then she was-</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then she was-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuHnXrQcBxI/AAAAAAAADT0/BccqZzWh2Ig/s1600-h/cva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuHnXrQcBxI/AAAAAAAADT0/BccqZzWh2Ig/s320/cva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395848222501242642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's weird how women I haven't thought of in twenty years can suddenly pop back into my head with a force that makes me go blind with a flash of mental recognition. This morning I was walking to work through a pedway that passes by an artist installation sponsored by the city's cultural center. There was a girl, rail thin, with a bob and her silhouette suddenly jettisoned me back in my head to freshman design class&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; in college. I had the biggest crush on this girl Lori, and she was built in  much the same way as this other girl, only it was 1991 so her bob was asymmetrical and one half of her head had a much larger mass of hair on it than the other. Not art school bob really, more the longish all one length hair swept mostly to one side, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suddenly remember that teenage ache, and the unrequited longing, and to make matters worse she developed a crush on my friend (and later roommate) Scott. I have no idea if they ever hooked up, I don't think he would've told me for fear I'd get upset and stop helping him write his papers. (I generally wouldn't write papers for friends n college, but Scott was so hopeless at stringing a sentence together I would sort of tutor / edit him ... he was a really gifted artist though.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't thought of Lori since, well, probably shortly after that design class ended. I had forgotten her name, what she looked like, everything. And then with one glance at a silhouette it all came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing, the girl that triggered this all really didn't look a thing like Lori. I think it was just the general impression and the artist's space that came together to trigger all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Has this sort off thing happened in your past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's true, when I started school I was a double major, visual arts and english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;You know, which brings this to mind, that while I was an O.K. visual artist it's fairly obvious my true gift was to be found in words, and makes me wonder if his gift with a brush of sculpture detracted from his ability to write. Is it some sort of cosmic balancing act? I dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-3936233244220572648?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/_k2V7QC4q50" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/3936233244220572648?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/3936233244220572648?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/_k2V7QC4q50/and-then-she-was.html" title="And then she was-" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuHnXrQcBxI/AAAAAAAADT0/BccqZzWh2Ig/s72-c/cva.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-then-she-was.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcMQ3s8eSp7ImA9WxNVEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-5402714057986346215</id><published>2009-10-22T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:58:02.571-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-22T10:58:02.571-05:00</app:edited><title>Tonight is what it means to be young ... with DJ Tankboy!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tonight is what it means to be young ... with DJ Tankboy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuCA-iA-plI/AAAAAAAADTs/QkAbKKEnWMo/s1600-h/the_tankboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuCA-iA-plI/AAAAAAAADTs/QkAbKKEnWMo/s400/the_tankboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395454165361010258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what? &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/event.php?eid=314769155710&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;I'm DJing at The Burlington tonight!&lt;/a&gt; It's my favorite bar to spin at since they basically let me run wild and play anything&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; so my sets there are usually pretty fun. I promise to break out a bunch of new music tonight and keep the evening interesting. I promise to  probably not play any 10-minute King Crimson songs even though I've been listening a lot to In the Court of the Crimson King this past week. Then again, maybe I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festivities kick off at 9 p.m. and last until 2 a.m. so I hope to see your beautiful somewhere in that time block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Well almost anything. I once played that Pnau and Ladyhawke "Embrace" tune and Greg told me I could never play that there again. But that's the only thing that's been banned. And I didn't really like it all that much in the first place, I was just trying to impress some girl and she didn't even end up making out with me so I learned my lesson about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-5402714057986346215?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/XL-l1AKGg9A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/5402714057986346215?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/5402714057986346215?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/XL-l1AKGg9A/tonight-is-what-it-means-to-be-young.html" title="Tonight is what it means to be young ... with DJ Tankboy!" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/SuCA-iA-plI/AAAAAAAADTs/QkAbKKEnWMo/s72-c/the_tankboy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/tonight-is-what-it-means-to-be-young.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNQXkzeSp7ImA9WxNVEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-433232621178272360</id><published>2009-10-21T17:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:29:50.781-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T17:29:50.781-05:00</app:edited><title>Ummmmmm...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ummmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/St-LMqWhddI/AAAAAAAADTk/s63BEgnSpyU/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/St-LMqWhddI/AAAAAAAADTk/s63BEgnSpyU/s320/question-mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395183928256591314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up this morning with no inspiration to write, so I didn't. I thought I might come across something cool to write about in the afternoon and I did, only I didn't write it here. So that brings us to now. What should I write now? My work day has ended, I'm heading to the gym, and i can't think of anything i want to write. What I want to do is shut down my computer, put on my headphones, and start walking toward the El ... so I think that's what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, look! I found something to write about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-433232621178272360?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/i6wa15OuBMw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/433232621178272360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/433232621178272360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/i6wa15OuBMw/ummmmmm.html" title="Ummmmmm..." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/St-LMqWhddI/AAAAAAAADTk/s63BEgnSpyU/s72-c/question-mark.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/ummmmmm.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08NRn0yeCp7ImA9WxNVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-4998916119628390478</id><published>2009-10-20T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:31:37.390-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T12:31:37.390-05:00</app:edited><title>Ready to have your mind blown?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ready to have your mind blown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just occurred to me last night, surveying the crowd at the packed Dodos show ... Stereogum and Pitchfork have become Spin and Rolling Stone! They both constantly write about the same bands. Hell, Animal Collective is to Pitchfork what The Rolling Stones are to, er, Rolling Stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing, ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-4998916119628390478?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/1qWMCFHXIKU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/4998916119628390478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/4998916119628390478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/1qWMCFHXIKU/ready-to-have-your-mind-blown.html" title="Ready to have your mind blown?" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/ready-to-have-your-mind-blown.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEADQnozcCp7ImA9WxNWGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-745903874324644328</id><published>2009-10-19T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:19:33.488-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T12:19:33.488-05:00</app:edited><title>Back to the real world, huh?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to the real world, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/StyfmTDvGLI/AAAAAAAADTc/IX205slCccA/s1600-h/200910_vacation+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/StyfmTDvGLI/AAAAAAAADTc/IX205slCccA/s400/200910_vacation+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394361933982800050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell, but the sunburn under my shirt is making me shiver as I go through all my unread work email and slide back into the regular routine of the 9-to-5. I'm sure I'll expand on the actual vacation when I get a little more time, but right now I guess I don't mind being back in the office. I can only spend so much time doing nothing in Mexico. However I'm not going to lie and say I couldn't use with a little more time off just putzing around Chicago. It's true what they say; sometimes you do need a vacation to recover from the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also tell you this. I don't want to even see another margarita or Corona for at LEAST six months!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;O.K., that's not completely true. I'm sure the next time I hit up Tecalitlan I will order one or the other. But you get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-745903874324644328?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/WMjxokqNA5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/745903874324644328?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/745903874324644328?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/WMjxokqNA5s/back-to-real-world-huh.html" title="Back to the real world, huh?" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/StyfmTDvGLI/AAAAAAAADTc/IX205slCccA/s72-c/200910_vacation+041.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-real-world-huh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHQH45eip7ImA9WxNWF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-6496154360035153119</id><published>2009-10-16T13:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:45:31.022-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-16T13:45:31.022-05:00</app:edited><title>What have we done today?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have we done today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not much. We ziplined a whole bunch over the jungle canopy, then went riding all over back jungle roads in ATVs (I was sure I was gonna roll over a few times) and then went swimming and diving in a cenote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's off to the pool again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is rough down here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-6496154360035153119?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/P-bbr0zuPgA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/6496154360035153119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/6496154360035153119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/P-bbr0zuPgA/what-have-we-done-today.html" title="What have we done today?" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-have-we-done-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGRn88cSp7ImA9WxNWFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-853736974276173199</id><published>2009-10-15T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:52:07.179-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T11:52:07.179-05:00</app:edited><title>Lame vacation complaint.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lame vacation complaint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your biggest complaint is the floatie shortage at the pool, you realize your sense of actual discomfort has become horribly warped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-853736974276173199?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/Hn2O9Mj4oc8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/853736974276173199?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/853736974276173199?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/Hn2O9Mj4oc8/lame-vacation-complaint.html" title="Lame vacation complaint." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/lame-vacation-complaint.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4GRH44eSp7ImA9WxNWFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-2090325477166327755</id><published>2009-10-14T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:32:05.031-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T11:32:05.031-05:00</app:edited><title>Things to do today...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Things to do today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open curtains and look at ocean. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat a delicious breakfast. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mimosa. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk along beach. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book jungle zipline trip. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work out. Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Margarita by the pool. We're on our way...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-2090325477166327755?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/NMPoaUpMGL4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/2090325477166327755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/2090325477166327755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/NMPoaUpMGL4/things-to-do-today.html" title="Things to do today..." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-to-do-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MASXk_eip7ImA9WxNWFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-5595467074958358333</id><published>2009-10-13T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:17:28.742-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-13T19:17:28.742-05:00</app:edited><title>Gere's the thing...</title><content type="html">Mexican Coca-Cola always tastes better waaaay south of the border. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-5595467074958358333?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/2It7sFIpV-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/5595467074958358333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/5595467074958358333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/2It7sFIpV-s/geres-thing.html" title="Gere's the thing..." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/geres-thing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIFQX8-fSp7ImA9WxNWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-8234321384175876783</id><published>2009-10-12T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:01:50.155-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T13:01:50.155-05:00</app:edited><title>Yes, They Might Be Giants!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, They Might Be Giants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/StNukVOc71I/AAAAAAAADTQ/PoYTAhVBFwA/s1600-h/20091010_tmbg_landg+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/StNukVOc71I/AAAAAAAADTQ/PoYTAhVBFwA/s400/20091010_tmbg_landg+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391774749344722770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fan of theirs since high school when I fell in love with Lincoln, but last night was only the second time I've ever seen &lt;a href="http://www.theymightbegiants.com/"&gt;They Might Be Giants&lt;/a&gt; play. It was a raucous show, and their fans are REALLY devoted, so it was a good time. I missed the end of the show so I could run across town and shoot a friend's band, but before I left I got a couple of decent shots. &lt;a href="http://chicagoist.com/2009/10/12/photos_they_might_be_giants_at_the.php"&gt;Check out my review on Chicagoist&lt;/a&gt; and then click through to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tankboy/sets/72157622570055658/"&gt;the full Flickr set&lt;/a&gt; if you're so inclined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-8234321384175876783?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/hiGB-roYTGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/8234321384175876783?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/8234321384175876783?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/hiGB-roYTGc/yes-they-might-be-giants.html" title="Yes, They Might Be Giants!" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/StNukVOc71I/AAAAAAAADTQ/PoYTAhVBFwA/s72-c/20091010_tmbg_landg+038.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-they-might-be-giants.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MBRXw9eSp7ImA9WxNWEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-4455530799641237062</id><published>2009-10-09T15:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:50:54.261-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T15:50:54.261-05:00</app:edited><title>Biggie Smalls + Miley Cyrus = INSANELY AWESOME!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Biggie Smalls + Miley Cyrus = INSANELY AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am not kidding. Everyone I've turned onto this track thus far has gone bananas over it. Download it NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MP3:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=PP54YOM9"&gt;Hathbanger "Miley Cyrous"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-4455530799641237062?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/MjKm5K-snLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/4455530799641237062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/4455530799641237062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/MjKm5K-snLQ/biggie-smalls-miley-cyrus-insanely.html" title="Biggie Smalls + Miley Cyrus = INSANELY AWESOME!" /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/biggie-smalls-miley-cyrus-insanely.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHSXoycCp7ImA9WxNWEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-1866332261659027879</id><published>2009-10-09T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:53:58.498-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T10:53:58.498-05:00</app:edited><title>It's Friday,  I could use a drink ... at the office.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It's Friday,  I could use a drink ... at the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/blogs/xxfactor/"&gt;women at Slate&lt;/a&gt; did an experiment a few weeks ago where they drank at the office mimicking the frequency of alcoholic consumption on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/span&gt;. the results? Kinda telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/271557392" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=42484739001&amp;amp;playerId=271557392&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" width="430" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3534860-1866332261659027879?l=tankboyprime.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Tankboy/~4/NVjkIif0iQQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/1866332261659027879?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3534860/posts/default/1866332261659027879?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tankboy/~3/NVjkIif0iQQ/its-friday-i-could-use-drink-at-office.html" title="It's Friday,  I could use a drink ... at the office." /><author><name>Tankboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770897738728187296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12885904558981073410" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://tankboyprime.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-friday-i-could-use-drink-at-office.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUNSHgyfCp7ImA9WxNWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534860.post-8808978494215356080</id><published>2009-10-08T06:28:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:44:59.694-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-08T06:44:59.694-05:00</app:edited><title>TwitterTumblrFacebookization? Or just evolution?</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TwitterTumblrFacebookization? Or just evolution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/Ss3Pz1dV8zI/AAAAAAAADTI/PUhyp5MgXBM/s1600-h/2621358221_26f9aafcf2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jM8UEiQ1fQo/Ss3Pz1dV8zI/AAAAAAAADTI/PUhyp5MgXBM/s320/2621358221_26f9aafcf2_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390192818462782258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day I was looking through my archives and boy oh boy could I get verbose. In the earliest days this site was only text and links. Then I figured out how to host pictures on a separate website and link them here (I never hotlinked though, I viewed that as theft back in the days when bandwidth was precious and such a thing could drain someone else's bank account ... not cool!). And it wasn't until relatively recently I would even do posts primarily consisting of videos. I think part of it is because my online mentality has evolved beyond MeMeMeMe into LookLookLook. I guess you could say I'm in more of a sharing mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what effect has that had on my writing? That's a question I can't really answer. When I kick out longer pieces it still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; like me, but I definitely don't feel the drive I used to when it comes to creating longer pieces every single day. Does that make me lazy? Or am I merely adapting? I mean, if anything, my writing output has increased. I still write a great deal for Chicagoist, and I produce a LOT of stuff at the 9-to-5, so maybe I'm finding enough creative satisfaction through those two outlets? I'm inclined to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I haven't done in, literally, years is write any fiction. I don't know what that means. I think I still have stories left in me, and they dance behind my eyes every time I blink, but I never seem to have enough time to snatch them from behind my eyelids and put them down on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any creative outlet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; rarely ever exercise anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bestrated1/"&gt;Timothy K. 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