<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 04:52:11 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>oh, fishsticks!</title><description>Makin' it look easy since 1987.</description><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-5333902704003247372</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T23:16:34.590-05:00</atom:updated><title>the beginning is the end is the beginning.</title><atom:summary type='text'>I am very close to being done with grad school, and just starting to really process it.  I anticipate being happy with my final projects.  Still kind of terrified, but what are you gonna do?  The ideal thing to do would be to, like Batman, find someway to transmorgrify fears into strengths. At this very moment, I am listening to Radiohead ("The Bends") and reading this poem pasted below.  I think</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/12/beginning-is-end-is-beginning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-4442910233394858123</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T17:01:52.955-05:00</atom:updated><title>"Samurai Song" by Robert Pinsky</title><atom:summary type='text'>I saw Pinsky read this poem a few weeks ago, in one of the dining halls at Harvard.  He was accompanied by a jazz trio.  It was one of the more visceral experiences I've ever had- from simply sitting and listening to a human voice.***When I had no roof I madeAudacity my roof. When I hadNo supper my eyes dined.     When I had no eyes I listened.    When I had no ears I thought.    When I had no </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/11/samurai-song-by-robert-pinsky.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-539257043424412503</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T00:43:36.317-05:00</atom:updated><title>Cheer Up Bird and Friends</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sketchytimes!The most gleefully homicidal face?The Cheer Up Bird wants you to be happy!   Cats can be scary little mothers.MYSTERIOUS GIRL!</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheer-up-bird-and-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/Svud-KYtPDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rsJ2mUO6MNI/s72-c/roxymace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-2592945385210637312</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 22:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T17:44:50.024-05:00</atom:updated><title>keep calm, carry on.</title><atom:summary type='text'>(What follows is not very linear)One month is all that stands between me and being out of school, with no school in the near future, for the first time ever.  On the one hand- terrifying- but on the other, creepily larger hand- VERY EXCITING!Here is an owl I drew for a friend of a friend.  The puns were by request, but were executed with great enthusiasm.Next month, I expect to have another round</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-calm-carry-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/SvnnZJVSa5I/AAAAAAAAAxo/GbPCuNlu-gk/s72-c/owlpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-2207815877781585960</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T00:01:14.544-04:00</atom:updated><title>Looooove comix!</title><atom:summary type='text'>[NOW IN COLORIFIC QUADROVISION]Artist's statement:  I wanted to try a quick story without dialogue, just to get back in the swing of things.As for the content, the best I can explain is: once, when I was in a very puppy-dog state of infatuation, I gushed to a friend, "I'm so happy I could throw up!"  C'est l'amour!(Or maybe I just read too much 'Calvin and Hobbes')</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/10/looooove-comix.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/SukNGbsmkdI/AAAAAAAAAxg/KvjEUaZDWuA/s72-c/lovecomixcolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-8592461309841702218</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T14:26:42.469-04:00</atom:updated><title>silly pictures/sad news</title><atom:summary type='text'>More to come soon, but enjoy this one (an article illustration for my classmate Marian) for now!I think this accurately captures my (also, obviously, the author's) distaste for charismatic megafauna.  Ugly animals need love too!  Non-traditional cuteness abounds in nature.On a different, sadder note: my cat, Romeo, is fading fast and will probably be dead before I can get home in the winter.  </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/10/silly-picturessad-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/SuCBRBq-YmI/AAAAAAAAAw4/SPxbY6r_BdY/s72-c/animalplanetsux002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-6622124236517921892</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 03:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T23:19:58.986-04:00</atom:updated><title>"The Portent" by Herman Melville</title><atom:summary type='text'>This week is the 150th anniversary of John Brown's raid on Harper's Ferry- not exactly something to celebrate, but an important event nonetheless.  Melville's piece on his execution is below.  It is my favorite of all his poems.(Melville, as he did in nearly all his Civil War poems, grounded his metaphor in actual events; the night that John Brown was hung, a bright comet passed overhead and </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/10/portent-by-herman-melville.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-5415171392743963368</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 01:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T17:58:18.814-05:00</atom:updated><title>"Specimen"</title><atom:summary type='text'>For A., as strange to me now as he ever was.I sat down to writeA poem for youBecause I found itHard to doI pressed my heartbetweenTwo parchment-leavesInsteadI supposeI could havePumped it fullOf plasticine--Retain the shapeAnd add a sheenMore brilliantineThan blood and meatCould e'er achieve--The color isn'tWhat it wasWhen first IPlucked it outBecausePaper leaches outSome vitality.But if you </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/10/specimen_14.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-1820837985417251198</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T01:00:25.520-04:00</atom:updated><title>at the Dali wine bar</title><atom:summary type='text'>It seems as good as any time to write things down.  I'm worrying the S-curved hook of my earring up and down through the right earlobe, aggravating the scar.  A swan-necked waitress in a red velvet dress puts another candle in front of where I'm sitting-- the better to write by-- and asks about the earring.  From a distance it looks like the eye of a peacock feather.  Up close you can see a </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-dali-wine-bar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-5536067486512574445</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T21:34:43.830-04:00</atom:updated><title>Movin' On Up (To the North Side... of the Charles River)</title><atom:summary type='text'>Starting September 1st, Your Humble Correspondent will be broadcasting, podcasting, and blogosphering straight outta fabulous Somerville, MA.I'm taking radio journalism this semester, so I'm interested in hearing from any of you avid NPR-wonks what sorts of stories you like to hear.  Par exemple, earlier this month, Tom, Lauren and I were driving back from Maine. After 3 hours in the car, we </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/08/movin-on-up-to-north-side-of-charles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-824338659224273989</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-01T16:36:00.333-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poetry</category><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Bought a bike this weekend!  It is a 10-speed Sterling road bike, cherry red.  I am incredibly excited to go on adventures with it.  Forest Hills Cemetery, the Reservoir, Arnold Arboretum, and Charles River loop are all on the list.  Other suggestions welcome!Have great week ahead, working on a couple of poems to dissect with the Roundtable tomorrow night, will post soon.  Also found stack of old</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/06/bought-bike-this-weekend-it-is-10-speed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-1542038514494221465</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-20T22:06:31.708-04:00</atom:updated><title>"Eigengrau"</title><atom:summary type='text'>Out of darkness into darkness.The cord--cut--A boy with a look of shadows.What strange meatHalf-nourishes?What wombNurtures allSave sight?It is, no doubt,Some deliberate artistic gesture.A patch of uncovered canvas,A flourish of whiteHearkening to bone.Yet-- he sees nothing to offend.Everything is quite new, and lovely.He sleeps, and dreams in colorsWe never see in light of day.</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/05/eigengrau.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-1085332738884640049</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T16:12:25.475-04:00</atom:updated><title>even sketchier!</title><atom:summary type='text'>WOW this whole classes ending thing is doing wonders for my ability to waste time drawing pictures. :) Ha ha, just kidding. I know what is really important in life.Cats have such interesting forms.  Very expressive in every bit of their anatomy.Creepy faun will EAT YOUR SOUL.I've been reading some old collections of 'Punch' cartoons, and I think it's influencing me in a decidedly... English way.</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/04/even-sketchier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/SfDKlwW5rAI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/xKM1sdSnMDQ/s72-c/catsketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-2163145758871702812</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T14:29:14.955-04:00</atom:updated><title>Sketchy sketchy!</title><atom:summary type='text'>So, as you might guess, I doodle a lot.  Here is a sampling from this semester's Moleskine.This eventually became a painting that was sold at the ADPhi auction.  I think I might whip up some postcards if people want them.  These'd be done by hand, with watercolor, on some blank postcards I've got.  $5, I think, seems fair?  Contact me if you are interested.The sad T-Rex was almost too sad.  Then </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/04/sketchy-sketchy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/Se9d5L7pAzI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ZN8hxXk9Ob0/s72-c/stringtheory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-7892420971892671365</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T20:01:44.976-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Rejected "New Yorker" Cartoons (I)</title><atom:summary type='text'>The first in an undoubtedly multi-part series.I went to New York City over my Spring Break solely to barge into the office of Robert Mankoff, the cartoon editor of The New Yorker.  Tim Kreider, an alternative cartoonist, had mentioned on his website that Mankoff held open interviews at his office in Times Square every Tuesday at 11 am.  For me, that seemed like a cool way to begin my attempt at </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-rejected-new-yorker-cartoons-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/SdFLdmssW_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/v_R515D0Imo/s72-c/tny_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-3151998791711099073</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T17:29:27.971-04:00</atom:updated><title>Match That Tongue!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Guessing game time!  Match the tongue to the bird!And the nominees are:1) White-headed Woodpecker (Picoides albolarvatus)2) Sooty Shearwarter (Puffinus griseus)3) Diard's Trogon (Harpactes diardii)4) Northern Shoveler (Anas clypeata)5) Bananaquit (Coereba flaveola)6) American Robin (Turdus migratorius)Highlight the text below to find out the answers!(A): American Robin.  This is a typical </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/03/match-that-tongue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/ScvnXROlq1I/AAAAAAAAAss/ijdlMJE8KoA/s72-c/birdtongues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-5963874338073878050</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-17T01:03:02.124-04:00</atom:updated><title>defense mechanisms</title><atom:summary type='text'>Last Thursday, I was "helping" Ben study for a test.  We sat at his kitchen table drinking cappuccinos in tiny china cups.  I mispronounced psychopathology terms.  It seems odd to think that, for him, death will soon become something routine.Two years ago, around this time, I lifted up a dead man's head.  He was weeping Vaseline tears.  Plastic was taped to the cadaver's wrists.  Marisa said that</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/03/defense-mechanisms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-7868105311679470988</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 08:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-06T04:10:44.229-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poetry</category><title>Ptarmigan</title><atom:summary type='text'>This morning, ice crackedAnd the side of the house flowed.Forgotten landscapes nudged in.Everyone remembered old songs.Into the drains and guttersOur angry and sad selves dripped,Did not go lightly, but screamingClinging with their finger-nailsTo cigarette-studded snowbanks.All along the street, you sawPeople walking, fresh-skinned,Blinking in disbelief at each other.I had no idea, you would </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/03/ptarmigan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-2194440082769830955</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-05T11:30:07.213-05:00</atom:updated><title>the day I became a woman...</title><atom:summary type='text'>...was when I realized I liked Han Solo more than Luke Skywalker.</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-i-became-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-8105682203674939877</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T23:48:21.113-05:00</atom:updated><title>trend stories</title><atom:summary type='text'>It is that time of night before one of our pitch sessions where I realize that all my ideas for articles are me wanting to bitch about things.Ideas thus far:-Have we reached the singularity of artistic expression wherein appropriation becomes creation? (read: IS SHEPARD FAIREY AN UNORIGINAL HACK?)-The biggest science conference in the country doesn't have free wifi, why are they such cheap </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/02/trend-stories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-3256643752376351072</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-05T01:15:24.799-05:00</atom:updated><title>vamlumtimes is serious times.</title><atom:summary type='text'>(Eh I am too lazy to really get rid of this weird pink cast right now.  Corrected version hopefully tomorrow.)"Mom, romance is dead.  It was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece." (Lisa Simpson)Inject a little insanity into YOUR Valentine's Day!  Fight petty bourgeois prepackaged love! Love is WAY weirder and complex than this vague </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/02/vamlumtimes-is-serious-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/SYp7eae81jI/AAAAAAAAArk/uoXYmQeN8Mw/s72-c/valumtimes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-1435102558022328730</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 06:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-10T01:35:19.226-05:00</atom:updated><title>shipping up to boston</title><atom:summary type='text'>Notes of note: The Seattle P-I just went up for sale.  David Horsey, you can crash at my place if you need to!I saw one of these guys drinking from a puddle in the sidewalk in front of our apartment building:A mature Cooper's hawk!  Not the first one around these parts.  (I am excited for ornithology, have I mentioned that?)Did sketches for a few comics, will post soon."Slumdog Millionaire" is a </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/01/shipping-up-to-boston.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/SWhAuQrijlI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NL_iOl_ax-I/s72-c/coopers_hawk_F5R6388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-8015862759895775541</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 06:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T02:31:03.848-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poetry</category><title>riding in cars with poetry</title><atom:summary type='text'>Listening to verse is a mental exercise- different from listening to music.  A good poem stops you in your tracks.  It kills conversation, and even afterwards people get lost in themselves for a minute or two.On those long stretches of the 101, late at night, I eased the car around the curves of the hills, utterly alone, save for the voices of poets.  Occasionally my lights would pick out a sign </atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2009/01/riding-in-cars-with-poetry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-4725435725430703695</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-25T19:24:02.671-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Drop whatever you are doing and go read The Pain by Tim Kreider.  This crazy mother is hilarious and better than any bland cartoon you'll see in the papers or on Cagle.Previews:</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2008/12/drop-whatever-you-are-doing-and-go-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IEiSk4xNXQo/SVQhL4rVFbI/AAAAAAAAApo/Sgv5NTgXSXg/s72-c/Science+vs.+Norse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390415.post-6927131403163550036</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T01:53:50.722-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poetry</category><title>"L.A. Gospel"</title><atom:summary type='text'>By the sea,A net of lightsDrawn tightFor this we wrestled through the desert,Sweating THC and writing manifestosTo leave them in motel drawers,Unread?Drifting in on uncertain tidesWith oil-slicked backs weLicked our fingers, called it goodAnd stayed anyway.</atom:summary><link>http://fishno12.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-gospel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Roxanne)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>