<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:52:09.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleuzean Potato</title><subtitle type='html'>Epur si muove</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-115137960838469705</id><published>2006-06-26T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:40:08.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Test</title><summary type='text'>Hello? Do I still exist?Yeah, I guess I do. I should probably say something, journal-like, about my whereabouts since April. I won't tonight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/115137960838469705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/115137960838469705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115137960838469705' title='This is a Test'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-114472855081670879</id><published>2006-04-10T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:09:10.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Funny</title><summary type='text'>Just over a week ago, I purchased a subscription from the Chicago Tribune. The cost to me at the time was $2.25 per week for seven-day delivery. My roommate "Resident" recieved a letter from the Tribune today. They are offering him their "Limited-Time Pricing" starting at $0.99 a week. That, of course, is for three-day delivery. No surprise there. But here's the surprise: guess how much seven-day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/114472855081670879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/114472855081670879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114472855081670879' title='This is Funny'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-114240227723993498</id><published>2006-03-14T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:57:57.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hodag</title><summary type='text'>This is Hodag. He is a cat. Last April, I was in the Upper Penninsula of Michigan helping to prepare the Scavhunt road trip. Nora found this cute little cat in the alley behind her apartment, looking cold and lonely. Her roommate's cat did not like this cat, so she took him to my apartment. When I got home that Sunday night, there was a cat. I fell in love with the cat, and decided to keep it. We</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/114240227723993498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/114240227723993498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114240227723993498' title='Hodag'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-114221117543681516</id><published>2006-03-12T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:52:55.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger vs Lynx (resolved)</title><summary type='text'>Remember that one time I complained about Blogger not working from Lynx? You might not. It was back in October. Well, it appears to work now. This post has been posted using Lynx</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/114221117543681516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/114221117543681516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114221117543681516' title='Blogger vs Lynx (resolved)'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-114119214708852089</id><published>2006-02-28T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:49:07.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Bike Blogging</title><summary type='text'>This bike appears to live in front of Henry Crown. At the very least, it is in this very spot every morning as I walk to campus.As an added bonus, this was taken 9:00 in the morning. It's getting to the point where it's that bright that early in the morning. This makes me happy because it's not miserably dark all day anymore.quantum vortices</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/114119214708852089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/114119214708852089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114119214708852089' title='Tuesday Bike Blogging'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-114058094297387632</id><published>2006-02-21T21:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:02:22.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Bike Blogging</title><summary type='text'>Nora and I saw this bike parked on 53rd Street, when we were on our way to look at an apartment to potentially move into. It's really old; we couldn't quite figure out how old. But the snow around the bike, and lack of snow on the bike, suggests that it is still currently in use. It's also really short. The photo was taken with Nora's camera, so it is higher resolution than my other bike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/114058094297387632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/114058094297387632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114058094297387632' title='Tuesday Bike Blogging'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113986835067008215</id><published>2006-02-13T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:05:50.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Link</title><summary type='text'>I've been resisting the temptation for some time to post just a link to something, but California Zins are too good to pass up.I don't have any opinion on this, except that Zinfandel might be my favorite variety of wine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113986835067008215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113986835067008215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113986835067008215' title='Wine Link'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113937904801322008</id><published>2006-02-08T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:44:57.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Bike Blogging</title><summary type='text'>This is Sam's bike:This is Sam posing proudly with his bike at the rack between Ida Noyes and the GSB, just after the Nu Angry Men finally broke our three-week run at second place to win Pub Trivia. He mentions in an email that "it's neither as clean or as well-maintained as I'd like...."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113937904801322008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113937904801322008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113937904801322008' title='Tuesday Bike Blogging'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113917302963584666</id><published>2006-02-05T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:57:09.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Blogging</title><summary type='text'>Things sort of stalled the last couple of weeks. Tuesday Bike Blogging was put off for a day or two, then canceled. This all was due to one long and tiring (but successful) week at work, followed by a lazy and sluggish week. I still owe an explanation of what I'm doing at work. This week promises to be slow, so hopefully I will have the energy to post that explanation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113917302963584666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113917302963584666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113917302963584666' title='Slow Blogging'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113756239589063233</id><published>2006-01-17T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:33:15.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Bike Blogging Returns</title><summary type='text'>This is Amber's bike:She bought it on eBay a few years ago. It arrived in a large box at her dorm.This is on the top of the seat:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113756239589063233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113756239589063233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113756239589063233' title='Tuesday Bike Blogging Returns'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113649972900183328</id><published>2006-01-05T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:22:09.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>States I've Visited</title><summary type='text'>I was reminded of this via Milligan:(Courtesy of World66)I'm cheating a bit, as I'm including states in which I've only stopped in an airport (Florida, New Jersey) and states I've only traveled through via train (Colorado, Kansas) or car (Ohio, West Virginia).Places to go: New England, the South, Big Sky Country.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113649972900183328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113649972900183328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113649972900183328' title='States I&apos;ve Visited'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113619061803281200</id><published>2006-01-02T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T02:30:18.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Leap Second</title><summary type='text'>Steven and I recorded the leap second last night. The recording itself was via Audacity, was hastily put together, and produced only a mediocre, noisy signal. We got about 5 minutes of raw data: mp3 ogg. The recording itself was pretty basic, mostly because I don't actually know how to do sound recording.I do know a little bit (emphasis on the "little") about processing. There is a bit of junk at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113619061803281200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113619061803281200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113619061803281200' title='Happy Leap Second'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113606916774070253</id><published>2005-12-31T16:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:46:07.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Cats</title><summary type='text'>Happy Cats are Good Cats.(No, this is not a belated Friday cat blogging. It is just a welcome back to Chicago, and a confirmation that the cats made it 9 days without any of us.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113606916774070253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113606916774070253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113606916774070253' title='Happy Cats'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113585422321923012</id><published>2005-12-29T04:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T05:03:43.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no Tuesday Bike Blogging this week</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, like the title says. I swear, I had this great idea that I would take my camera up to the DMV with me, and find a bike there to photograph, then call the post something like "Tuesday Bike Blogging: Car Edition" or something like that. Instead, I took the one car to the DMV so I could fix the other car, then broke the first car less than 30 minutes later. I swear it wasn't my fault. Though I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113585422321923012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113585422321923012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113585422321923012' title='no Tuesday Bike Blogging this week'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113515172084237787</id><published>2005-12-21T01:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:55:20.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Bike Blogging: CA edition</title><summary type='text'>It's still Tuesday where I am (though just barely).This is my dad's bike. I don't think it's been used in a few years. He bought it awhile back, and used it for about a year to bike to work. He would bike from home to the Irvine train station. Then he would take the commuter train into work in Santa Ana. The bike has a motor-assist system, which is very useful around this area; we have lots of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113515172084237787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113515172084237787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113515172084237787' title='Tuesday Bike Blogging: CA edition'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113481936123146064</id><published>2005-12-17T05:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T05:36:01.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>American Science &amp; Surplus</title><summary type='text'>So about that trip to AS&amp;S. I purchased 6 garden thermometers and 200 pH strips. Nothing out of the ordinary. Both are for beer-making. It appears that yeast really likes its environment to be at pH of 5.2. The pH strips are to check that in the next batch we brew. I don't expect that to be an issue, and we probably can't do anything to change the pH of our wort anyway. The temperature issue is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113481936123146064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113481936123146064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113481936123146064' title='American Science &amp; Surplus'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113461329214027674</id><published>2005-12-14T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:21:32.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Bike Blogging</title><summary type='text'>This week's bike blogging is late, because I spent most of yesterday evening running up to American Science and Surplus (more on that trip later).We (where we = everyone) call this the Promiscuous Bike. It's an older bike of Steven's. He now has a newer bike, so this is the one he loans to people (like me) who don't have a bike of their own. To rip off a really lame Your Mom joke, it's like the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113461329214027674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113461329214027674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113461329214027674' title='Wednesday Bike Blogging'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113391761644278620</id><published>2005-12-06T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:13:24.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Bike Blogging</title><summary type='text'>Today begins a new feature: Tuesday Bike Blogging. Like Friday Cat Blogging, but with bikes instead of cats. And on Tuesday, instead of Friday. I hope this will catch on, and will become at least as big as Friday Cat Blogging, if not bigger.For our first installment, Nora's freshly cleaned bike (at least, it was when the picture was taken a month ago). It's a black Rayleigh Collegiate Tourister </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113391761644278620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113391761644278620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113391761644278620' title='Tuesday Bike Blogging'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113289925143432203</id><published>2005-11-25T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T13:44:01.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Connor Says I Never Update</title><summary type='text'>Got new job, finally. Started new job, finally. I am a research technologist with the lab of Dr. Howard Halpern. We're working on developing EPR (electronic paramagnetic resonance) into an imaging technique that is at least as powerful and robust as MRI. EPR is like a second cousin to MRI in that they both rely on the same fundamental physical phenomena (quantum mechanical spin), but EPR presents</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113289925143432203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113289925143432203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113289925143432203' title='Because Connor Says I Never Update'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113212088553916110</id><published>2005-11-15T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:16:45.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fires</title><summary type='text'>Those still in the Hyde Park area have by now heard about this. Those not in the area (anymore) might not have. I don't really have anything insightful to add, except perhaps WTF?linkUPDATE (11/20/2005): The University reports that charges have been filed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113212088553916110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113212088553916110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113212088553916110' title='fires'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-113148529488373012</id><published>2005-11-08T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:28:18.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Focal Points</title><summary type='text'>It took me an hour, but I finally found Will Baude's original posts about this question. The initial question is:  what is the canonical place and time to meet someone in Chicago, assuming that you are unable to communicate further with them? Will also provides some initial findings.A few nights ago, a few beers inspired me to ask this of the group of us gathered in the dining room. Steven stands</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113148529488373012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/113148529488373012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113148529488373012' title='Focal Points'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112898153496087693</id><published>2005-10-10T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:58:54.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Computer</title><summary type='text'>I was just sitting in my room a week ago, thinking to myself that I really wanted a temporary computer. Then I realized that I had a monitor, two keyboards, and three mice sitting in my room. The only thing actually stading between me and a working computer was the box itself. The following night, I finally got around to opening up a tub Jena had used to give me her old 8-bit Nintendo and some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112898153496087693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112898153496087693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112898153496087693' title='A New Computer'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112818513788976327</id><published>2005-10-01T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T11:45:37.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good, and Not so Good</title><summary type='text'>My room is clean. Mostly. That's good. I still don't have a job. That's not so good. I took a GRE practice exam this morning (thanks, Nora!). I might actually prepare for the real GRE. That's good. My computer is, get this, still dead. That's not so good. Blogger doesn't work with lynx. That's not so good, either.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112818513788976327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112818513788976327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112818513788976327' title='Good, and Not so Good'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112742435409512947</id><published>2005-09-22T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:25:54.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home</title><summary type='text'>I'm back in the States. Not too much to report. I've been sick since I got back, and my computer is still dead. So blogging might be light for a bit as I resettle myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112742435409512947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112742435409512947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112742435409512947' title='home'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112676575299684141</id><published>2005-09-15T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:27:28.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 de Septiembre</title><summary type='text'>This past Sunday was the 11th of September. The date means something different in Chile than it does in the States. Here, it's the anniversary of the Pinochet coup. There are some protests in various parts of the city, and some people leave flowers in memory of the depose president, Salvador Allende. Allende died during the coup itself, while locked in La Moneda, the presidential palace. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112676575299684141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112676575299684141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112676575299684141' title='11 de Septiembre'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112621993288128461</id><published>2005-09-08T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:52:12.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Quiz</title><summary type='text'>Because I'm bored, and I happen to be working on it at the moment, here's some Scavhunt triva for y'all:Item 260. It's near the bottom of page 9. Anyone know? Make your best guess in comments. I'll come back sometime next week with the answer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112621993288128461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112621993288128461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112621993288128461' title='Pop Quiz'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112579650817850856</id><published>2005-09-03T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:12:21.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscelaneous Updates</title><summary type='text'>Things continue here. A few updates, in a very journal-like fashion:Carolyn, then Matt, then Nathan all left since my last post. This leaves me as the only United Statesian at the Residencia. Joe is still in Santiago, though he is living in an apartment.I added some backround intoductory material to my description of my project. Caution, though, because the derivation is very rough, not fully </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112579650817850856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112579650817850856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112579650817850856' title='Miscelaneous Updates'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112509532848268836</id><published>2005-08-26T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:28:48.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valdivia</title><summary type='text'>We went south a few weeks ago, down to Valdivia. Valdivia itself is a bit inland, at the junction of two rivers and a bay. As a result, it's colder than Santiago, and very foggy (especially in the morning, when we arrived). We took another bus further south to Osorno, then tried to get to a resort called Aguas Calientes that Joe had read about. We were expecting there to be a publically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112509532848268836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112509532848268836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112509532848268836' title='Valdivia'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112484295806000681</id><published>2005-08-23T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T19:22:38.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Soundcards</title><summary type='text'>Matt's had this problem for a couple of weeks. He's driving this system, and he wants to add noice. The driving signal is the sum of two sine waves. He takes a base frequency, chooses two different harmonics of that base frequency, chooses amplitudes for each of those two harmonics, adds the result, and outputs it. He's been trying to figure out a good way of adding some random noise to this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112484295806000681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112484295806000681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112484295806000681' title='Crappy Soundcards'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112466358405164486</id><published>2005-08-21T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:33:04.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Context</title><summary type='text'>We were going to have a meeting to discuss our progress on our respective projects. This was supposed to be an informal gathering, but it involved each of us talking to a room full of about 20 people. That might make it feel more formal, but it was okay.I was feeling a bit annoyed earlier in the week, mostly because I didn't feel that I had any progress to report to this gathering. That wouldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112466358405164486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112466358405164486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112466358405164486' title='More Context'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112416357318897656</id><published>2005-08-15T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:02:08.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>el Litoral Central</title><summary type='text'>The first couple of days of August, there was a conference in Reñaca. Reñaca is on the coast, immediately to the west of Santiago. It's just north of Viña del Mar, which is just north of Valparaiso. Valparaiso is the major port for Santiago, and is more well-known than the others. The conference was held at a hotel/conference center called, appropriately enough, Conference Town (in English, no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112416357318897656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112416357318897656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112416357318897656' title='el Litoral Central'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112379606982081368</id><published>2005-08-13T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:32:05.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the Context</title><summary type='text'>Now to put that last post into its proper context.We start with just a plastic tube filled with distilled water. We have a piece of piezo-electric ceramic at one end, and a sensor at the other. The piezo-electric converts an electrical signal into a physical vibration. This establishes an acoustic wave down the length of the tube. The sensor detects the vibrations from that, and converts into an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112379606982081368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112379606982081368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112379606982081368' title='the Context'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112277831258866849</id><published>2005-07-30T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:36:22.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Setup</title><summary type='text'>I got all this put together a couple of weeks ago, but I haven't posted photos yet. The first photo is my desk.The apparatus itself is the smallish thing in the front. The stack of larger equipment in the back is used for creating the input signal and observing the output. The oscilloscope (top) is used to check the quality of the signal -- how much noise we're getting. It's a good way of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112277831258866849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112277831258866849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112277831258866849' title='My Setup'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112121123911250153</id><published>2005-07-12T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:14:01.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Success! (and photos)</title><summary type='text'>I finally got the soldering done. And it looks like it works. Exciting, and right as I was getting ready to leave for the day. So I was able to leave on a nice emotional high. Actual testing to begin tomorrow, and photos the apparatus.Also, I added photos (see earlier posts, below) (also see my forthcoming discussion on the literary use of 'above' and 'below,' above). In honor of my adding photos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112121123911250153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112121123911250153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112121123911250153' title='Success! (and photos)'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112097541889977419</id><published>2005-07-10T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T01:03:38.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest of the week</title><summary type='text'>By Friday afternoon, we had gotten all of the various parts of the apparatus together. All I had to do was to solder two more connections, then screw in the plug. This was a bit difficult. We have a connection to a BNC cable that screws into the rest of the apparatus. Two wires carry the elctrical connection between the BNC and the piezoelectric piece. I had to pass those two wires through the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112097541889977419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112097541889977419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112097541889977419' title='the rest of the week'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112059913593108999</id><published>2005-07-05T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:15:51.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was the first Independence Day I´ve spend not on US soil. To celebrate, we took off work a bit early, and met up with Christina, another American whom Matt, Carolyn and Nathan met in Valparaiso.We all met at the Baquedano metro stop, and walked north into Bellavista. At the north end of Bellavista there is a "hill" called Cerro San Cristobal, which rises about 800 m above the rest of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112059913593108999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112059913593108999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112059913593108999' title='4th of July'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112041797874898860</id><published>2005-07-03T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:12:58.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><summary type='text'>Nicolas gave me some papers to read to get up to speed on what's going on with my project. Earlier this week, he was asking me about my progess on those papers. I was mostly done with them, and had one question: Was there anything he had that I could teach myself fluid mechanics out of? The problem is that we don't have an introductory fluids class at UofC. The closest we come is Tom Witten's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112041797874898860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112041797874898860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112041797874898860' title='Learning'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-112019205316558802</id><published>2005-06-30T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:27:33.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the Commute</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to have some photos to put up by now, but don't. A couple of things have gotten in the way. First, my computer finally finished dying this past weekend. The other is that all the other computers I have access to, I share with several other people. This has made both saving photos and uploading them difficult. I'm working on it.I was going to put up a nice image of my daily commute to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112019205316558802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/112019205316558802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112019205316558802' title='the Commute'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-111981048232451859</id><published>2005-06-26T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:28:02.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival</title><summary type='text'>I arrived in Santiago Thursday morning. Sergio Rica met me at the airport, and drove me to the Residencia. We picked out a room for me, and dropped off my bags. Nathan was up, and was just about to leave. He's working at Universidad de Santiago; the rest of us are at Universdiad de Chile. So we let him head off to work alone. Matt and Carolyn showed up soon after. Sergio had offered me a ride to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111981048232451859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111981048232451859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111981048232451859' title='Arrival'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-111945598213977680</id><published>2005-06-22T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:59:42.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile</title><summary type='text'>I've been particularly remisss of late, posting only intermittently. I blame it on school, followed by graduation, followed by packing and planning for the summer. No telling if this will get better or worse over the summer. There will be more interesting things to say over the summer, but I might not have time to post. We will see.I'm traveling to Chile for the summer, and possibly part of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111945598213977680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111945598213977680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111945598213977680' title='Chile'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-111829337695944032</id><published>2005-06-08T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:08:11.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Experiment</title><summary type='text'>This is a shame. Project Gutenberg doesn't appear to have any of Carl Sandburg's poems. This despite this page, which seems to suggest that at least some of Sandburg's work is in the public domain.So that answers the question of what to read as a first go at audio blogging.chicago.oggchicago.mp3The next part is to figure out how to use RSS.A thorough explanation of the project will follow in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111829337695944032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111829337695944032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111829337695944032' title='An Experiment'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-111781524207515989</id><published>2005-06-03T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T11:14:02.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted since Scavhunt started. Nora wants me to mention this. We are engaged. Nora proposed to me at Judgment.We're also featured in today's Maroon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111781524207515989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111781524207515989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111781524207515989' title='Engaged'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-111515083268548318</id><published>2005-05-03T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T15:07:12.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scavhunt</title><summary type='text'>I will not be blogging this year's hunt as I did last year's. I might get a couple of posts up to act as a place to tell stories from that day's events. We'll see.In the meantime, Connor has a post up asking for predictions. I supppose this is not a bad space to use for similar predictions. Roadtrip, winners, &amp;c.List Release is in 33 hours. The absolute FINALCANNOTBEFURTHERAMMEDED copy of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111515083268548318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111515083268548318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111515083268548318' title='Scavhunt'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-111415999921800929</id><published>2005-04-22T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T03:53:19.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ScavHunt</title><summary type='text'>Sorry I haven't gotten around to the IP stuff. I've been burried work. I'll get to it; it's important.Speaking of work, it looks like the cool kids are calling at 13 days to the great University of Chicago Scavenger Hunt. I'm too lazy to find a good photo, as Connor has done. I might find one in a couple of days.But for now, we've got a roadtrip to write...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111415999921800929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111415999921800929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111415999921800929' title='ScavHunt'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-111170230536177038</id><published>2005-03-24T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T16:11:45.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MGM v Grokster: the Free Software Foundation</title><summary type='text'>First things first. I realized that my plan of coming back to Copyright last is a good one, if only because I don't have all the references with me. William Fisher's book Promises to Keep has a chapter titled "Taking Property Rights Seriously." I had wanted to use parts of that. It's sitting on a shelf in my room in Chicago. I'm not in Chicago. This makes it difficult to cite from it.Another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111170230536177038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111170230536177038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111170230536177038' title='MGM v Grokster: the Free Software Foundation'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-111139318636556968</id><published>2005-03-22T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T02:40:55.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intellectual Property -- Generally</title><summary type='text'>During a St Patrick's Day get-together, Connor mentioned his ambivalence regarding Intellectual Property. This doesn't surprise me, for a couple of reasons. Some have to do with Connor himself, but I'm more interested in the more general reasons. There are several significant political and philosophical traditions in this country: ... . None of them really seems to have a good resolution to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111139318636556968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111139318636556968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111139318636556968' title='Intellectual Property -- Generally'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-111083185363321212</id><published>2005-03-14T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T14:24:13.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Studio</title><summary type='text'>Steven and I are selling one (1) copy of Microsoft's Visual Studio, version 2002. We have all the discs. this page indicates that the retail is $99.95. We'll round that up to $100.00 even, and call the remaining $0.05 part of the "Steven and Colin Destroy Microsoft Legal Defense Fund."I feel compelled under the Lanham Act to point out that we have no association whatsoever with Microsoft. I also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111083185363321212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/111083185363321212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111083185363321212' title='Visual Studio'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110899531297165615</id><published>2005-02-22T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:18:16.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegans</title><summary type='text'>This story was on the BBC a couple of days ago. I'm sure Nora will like it, as she's expressed a similar concern with Lola's cat, Tofuty. I'm sure the health effect the Vegan Society claims actually does exist. I strongly suspect, though, that it's largely the result of the average vegan paying more attention to their diet than the average non-vegan. I'm also sympathetic to Ms Allen's claim that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110899531297165615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110899531297165615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110899531297165615' title='Vegans'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110848257105165927</id><published>2005-02-15T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T16:51:03.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean's Geiger Counter</title><summary type='text'>Dean purchased a Geiger Counter last quarter. He's been playing with it. He left it in the RAS office for a week, counting cosmic rays. He sent a bunch of data to Steven, who then showed it to me. Steven and I looked at it over the weekend, eventually producing this (link to fullsize):We puzzled over this for a bit, because we thought we had done something wrong to the data. Turns out, that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110848257105165927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110848257105165927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110848257105165927' title='Dean&apos;s Geiger Counter'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110797057871157051</id><published>2005-02-09T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T11:36:18.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>from Nora</title><summary type='text'>Nora sent me this, from the Onion. I don't know whether to laugh, or feel insulted:"Jason was everything I wanted in a boyfriend as recently as three months ago," Bird said. "I used to dream of meeting someone who knew how to have fun and didn't let himself get weighed down by formalities and obligations. But my dreams never had the part where that person doesn't call for a week, then drops by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110797057871157051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110797057871157051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110797057871157051' title='from Nora'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110615875800089268</id><published>2005-02-08T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:47:36.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Copyright</title><summary type='text'>Under the original wording of the 1976 Copyright Act, copyright lasted for life of the author plus 50 years for most works, and a fixed term of 75 years for corporate authors or works for hire. Congress extended these terms with the Sonny Bono Copyright Extension Act of 1998. The problem comes in when they made the extension retroactive; in addition to applying to all future works, it also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110615875800089268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110615875800089268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110615875800089268' title='Copyright'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110676173921232700</id><published>2005-01-26T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:51:53.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Douglas Adams</title><summary type='text'>Via /., we learn that Asteroid 2001 DA42 has been renamed Douglasadams.Also renamed: Rosfranklin (1997 PE 6), Woolstonecraft (2004 DA).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110676173921232700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110676173921232700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110676173921232700' title='Douglas Adams'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110636256034216990</id><published>2005-01-21T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T20:56:00.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Link(s)</title><summary type='text'>Some housecleaning I've been meaning to do for a bit. I'm adding a couple of blogs to the links. They'll both be under "Science." The Panda's Thumb is a large-ish group blog, mostly about evolution (the panda's thumb appears to have some meaning to those more involved than I in the evolution wars). They referred me to the other.The other is my father. He's a lawyer. His current extracurricular </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110636256034216990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110636256034216990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110636256034216990' title='New Link(s)'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110564612190600855</id><published>2005-01-13T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T13:55:21.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Silly Germans</title><summary type='text'>A story about a 4-year old's song about a crocidile is the #1 song in Germany right now. We are alerted to this by a member of my German class.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110564612190600855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110564612190600855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110564612190600855' title='Those Silly Germans'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110516115826362909</id><published>2005-01-07T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:12:38.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck (cont)</title><summary type='text'>I left the truck with Steven and his parents over winter break. His father drove it to Hyde Park this past Tuesday so I didn't have to run all the way up to Evanston to get it. Nora and I recovered it earlier this evening on our way home from campus. It was buried under all 8 inches of the snow we got earlier this week.It was exciting, being my first time digging a car out of the snow before.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110516115826362909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110516115826362909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110516115826362909' title='Truck (cont)'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110478201396176384</id><published>2005-01-03T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T13:53:33.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><summary type='text'>Nora's parents had some tickets to the Rose Parade. I had never been. Nora's father and sister weren't feeling well, so it was just Nora, her mother, and myself. My favorite float was the 50-foot-tall Voltronesque entry from JPL:(click for the fullsize image).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110478201396176384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110478201396176384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110478201396176384' title='New Year'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110378790868217376</id><published>2004-12-23T01:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T13:49:24.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>History (According to Me)</title><summary type='text'>I've been coming to this conclusion over the past couple of weeks. Recent American presidents have been pretty mediocre. Part of this is my realization about Bush's likely position in history. If he's not the architect of the destruction of the American republic, he's going to be fairly forgettable. Gore would have been as well. I think Kerry would have been too, had he won in 2004. Had Kerry (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110378790868217376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110378790868217376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110378790868217376' title='History (According to Me)'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110309630819809958</id><published>2004-12-15T01:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T01:46:02.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago Bridges</title><summary type='text'>Steven sent me this story in the Sun-Times. I have to admire the ingenuity the story indicates in Mr Dorsay. Sad that he has to face trespassing charges.A couple of us have seen (on a few different occassions) the underbellys of some of the Chicago bridges. One time, someone suggested that one could live under a bridge (though that particular bridge, not being a drawbridge, would have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110309630819809958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110309630819809958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110309630819809958' title='Chicago Bridges'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110291943647254634</id><published>2004-12-13T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T00:30:36.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport Security (cont)</title><summary type='text'>I always go through the same feelings whenever I fly. In particular, I've never been able to quite convince myself that the whole security runaound isn't just one big plan to prepare us all for the oncoming fascist (small f) government. Perhaps that's an overreaction. That particular feeling really amounts to my feeling that we just assume that a security system is good, because it's incredibly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110291943647254634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110291943647254634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110291943647254634' title='Airport Security (cont)'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110227685642070088</id><published>2004-12-05T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:06:10.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finals, &amp;c.</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted anything in some time, mostly due to the impending doom that is Finals Week. But I've been meaning to get involved with Project Gutenburg for a bit. So I finally sat down this afternoon, signed up with them, and proofed a page of "Vandover and the Brute" by Frank Norris. But then I started poking around a bit, looking at what the PG folks have so far, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110227685642070088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110227685642070088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110227685642070088' title='finals, &amp;c.'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110127225864711441</id><published>2004-11-23T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:57:38.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad School II: I Write Letters</title><summary type='text'>The article in question:One Chicago student, a male fourth-year who chose to withhold his name, has had particularly unsatisfactory encounters with CAPS. He argued that CAPS does not provide the alumni contacts that it should. “What they’re supposed to do is act as an intermediary to put students in contact with employers. Really, the role they’ve assumed is minimal in terms of guidance,” he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110127225864711441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110127225864711441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110127225864711441' title='Grad School II: I Write Letters'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110081816114563180</id><published>2004-11-18T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T16:49:21.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Journalism</title><summary type='text'>This is almost an interesting case. I say "almost interesting" because the hearing took as long as it did. The Judge was thouroughly correct. I question the assertion that the journalist in question could have been more wrong than he was.There is no First Amendment issue in the case. The reporter's actions are protected under the First Amendment exactly as much as my act of publishing this post</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110081816114563180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110081816114563180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110081816114563180' title='Journalism'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110030438043982955</id><published>2004-11-12T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:08:10.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alberto Gonzales in Five Words or Less</title><summary type='text'>Abu Ghraib. Conflict of Interests.This man will be lucky if he's still a member of the bar in 2010.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110030438043982955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110030438043982955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110030438043982955' title='Alberto Gonzales in Five Words or Less'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110013509017775399</id><published>2004-11-10T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T19:04:50.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know it's Going to be a Bad Day When...</title><summary type='text'>...There's a Physics problem set due at 10:30, arguing over Patent law at 11:30, and a German exam at 12:30. Oh, right, then the ScavHunt judges meeting at 8:00 that night. And Stat problem set due the following day.All under control, amazingly enough.Oh, by the way, I'm a scavhunt judge.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110013509017775399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110013509017775399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110013509017775399' title='You Know it&apos;s Going to be a Bad Day When...'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-110002576048991401</id><published>2004-11-09T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T12:42:40.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama: Ghetto Superstar</title><summary type='text'>Second in an occasional series:Ghetto SuperstarPras Michel, ODB, MyaMan, look at the skyAll the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonightLook at 'emGhetto superstar, that is what you areComing' from afar, reaching' for the starsRun away with me, to another placeWe can rely on each other, uh huhFrom one corner to another, uh huhSome got, hopes and dreamsWe got, ways and meanThe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110002576048991401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/110002576048991401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110002576048991401' title='Barack Obama: Ghetto Superstar'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109959427073315905</id><published>2004-11-04T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T12:53:01.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>John Kerry: Superman</title><summary type='text'>My first attempt at reaction to the election. At least one of my preditions was right...Waitin' for Supermanthe Flaming LipsAsked you a questionI didn't need you to replyIs it gettin' heavy?But they'll realizeIs it gettin' heavy?Well I thought it was already as heavyAs can beIs it overwhelmingTo use a crane to crush a fly?It's a good time for SupermanTo lift the sun into the sky</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109959427073315905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109959427073315905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109959427073315905' title='John Kerry: Superman'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109941455874192945</id><published>2004-11-02T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:01:47.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Predictions</title><summary type='text'>I just got back from voting. Yay me.I'm going to play along with the whole presidential-election-prediction game, at least so I can register a couple of things. This way I can tell everyone I told you so when I'm right. So here goes:The election will be over in 24 hours. Note the timestamp on this post.Kerry will win, with over 300 Electoral Votes.The biggest surprise of the night will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109941455874192945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109941455874192945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109941455874192945' title='Election Predictions'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109932498937805145</id><published>2004-11-01T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T10:03:09.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Weekend</title><summary type='text'>There was a party Friday night in the unit across the hall from us. The first we heard about it was around 11:00, when we started hearing all the shouting in the hallway and on the stairs. Steven and I finally decided to drop by for about 20 minutes. We later watched from our front porch as a couple stumbled out of the party drunk and almost walked into a CPD officer. The lady asked the cop for a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109932498937805145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109932498937805145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109932498937805145' title='the Weekend'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109876656561043217</id><published>2004-10-25T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:56:05.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Application</title><summary type='text'>It's official: I'm applying to become a judge of our beloved Scavhunt. I emailed my application materials not five minutes ago, and I've recieved a confirmation from head judge Courtney. We'll see how that goes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109876656561043217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109876656561043217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109876656561043217' title='Judge Application'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109832999927832187</id><published>2004-10-20T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T22:39:59.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Coming to End: Discuss</title><summary type='text'>The Smart Museum, I'm sad to report, no longer carries Dr Pepper.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109832999927832187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109832999927832187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109832999927832187' title='World Coming to End: Discuss'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109819669739546865</id><published>2004-10-19T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T09:38:17.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck! (Truck!)</title><summary type='text'>Having a car in Hyde Park is a pain in the ass. Steven informed me yesterday evening at the RAS meeting that there was going to be street sweeping today on our side of Hyde Park Blvd. As a result, I would need to move the truck before 9:00 this morning. My plan was then to drive to campus early (~8:00), then drive home after Stat gets out at 3:00 to repark the truck before everyone else reparks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109819669739546865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109819669739546865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109819669739546865' title='Truck! (Truck!)'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109815959261544465</id><published>2004-10-18T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:20:14.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the DMCA</title><summary type='text'>We argued over the DMCA in IP class this morning, the DeCSS case in particular. The professor mentioned that the case was appealed to the 2nd Circuit, and that they ruled that Fair Use is not Constitutionally mandated. This is relevant because of the argument I wanted to make.The case, Universal v Reimerdes is pretty open-and-shut in and of itself. But it does contain this, which points to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109815959261544465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109815959261544465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109815959261544465' title='the DMCA'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109726444306735061</id><published>2004-10-08T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T14:40:43.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad School</title><summary type='text'>I've decided, for a couple of reasons, to defer graduate school for the time being. The current plan is the Peace Corps; failing that, to dink around Chicago for a year or two. Then graduate school.The short story is that I'm incapable of putting together any sort of competent grad school application at this time. The long story is that there are a few reasons for this inability. Part of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109726444306735061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109726444306735061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109726444306735061' title='Grad School'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109709440599932476</id><published>2004-10-06T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:26:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobel Prizes Redux</title><summary type='text'>Chemistry too, it appears. I know even less about this than the Physics prize, so I'll just link to the University News Office report.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109709440599932476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109709440599932476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109709440599932476' title='Nobel Prizes Redux'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109699543063571538</id><published>2004-10-05T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:32:05.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobel Prizes</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps not the best day to stop going to the Topics in Current Research class (PHYS 28000). I guess to miss all the talk in class about the Nobel Prize.Now, one might be tempted to think that I would have something to say about this. Alas, one would wrong. But it's almost certainly unnecessary for me to have anything to say about it, as Sean Carroll knows much more about this sort of thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109699543063571538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109699543063571538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109699543063571538' title='Nobel Prizes'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109643633386933529</id><published>2004-09-29T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T00:38:53.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which Steven is Wrong Once Again</title><summary type='text'>Jessica complained about Steven's practice of putting his apples in the same bowl she used for her banannas. Her complaint was that his apples were ripening her banannas before she was ready for them to ripen. Steven and I thought this couldn't possibly be actually true. However...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109643633386933529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109643633386933529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109643633386933529' title='In Which Steven is Wrong Once Again'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109629658000902670</id><published>2004-09-27T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T09:49:40.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Classes</title><summary type='text'>It's so boring trying to feign interst in the world when nothing starts for another hour...On the other hand, at least I stave off for another hour the sheer terror and general discombobulation that comes with First Week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109629658000902670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109629658000902670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109629658000902670' title='First Day of Classes'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109583407676191050</id><published>2004-09-22T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T01:21:16.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting I: prologue</title><summary type='text'>I've been meaning to say something about for awhile now, but the post just keeps getting longer and longer in my head. So we'll try what we can for now, and continue to work on it as a series of posts.We begin with the problem of redistricting. Everyone seems to think it's this huge problem with our democracy that so few House races are actually competitive. I'm not fully convinced that that, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109583407676191050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109583407676191050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109583407676191050' title='Voting I: prologue'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109524546831567883</id><published>2004-09-15T05:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T05:51:08.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to California</title><summary type='text'>Our intrepid hero thus ends his summer. He departs Chicago for his country of origin, in Southern California. He will return to his adpoted homeland just in time for the beginning of classes -- the last academic year of his college career.I'm carrying the bare essentials: CD player, CDs, dirty laundry, and like seven books. And, of course, several pieces from the stock of photography we found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109524546831567883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109524546831567883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109524546831567883' title='Going to California'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109518938904363893</id><published>2004-09-14T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:16:29.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of summer</title><summary type='text'>One of my roommates (Jessica) had a great idea last night: apple pie at the Med. So the three of us (Steven, Jessica, me) walked down there. On the way there, we passed some interesting police activity at 56th and Hyde Park. Just now, I was walking from HEP to the Reg to print out my FOIA request for the reports of that activity. There are a couple of kids standing in front of Max West, each with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109518938904363893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109518938904363893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109518938904363893' title='the end of summer'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109485443288434702</id><published>2004-09-10T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:13:52.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cujus est solum, ejus est usque ad coelum et ad inferos</title><summary type='text'>Steven and I were discussing something having to do with airspace and the property rights thereof. I made some claim about land ownership being from the center of the Earth all the way to the heavens. He disputed that claim. He now forwards me a more full explanation of my being wrong.The short story is:In 1926 the U.S. Congress passed the Air Commerce Act, which declared that the "navigable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109485443288434702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109485443288434702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109485443288434702' title='Cujus est solum, ejus est usque ad coelum et ad inferos'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109467686517935756</id><published>2004-09-08T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T15:54:25.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the hell are these people?</title><summary type='text'>I can't say I've met anyone for whom this is true:College students may down as many as 24 alcoholic drinks in a row when they party -- far more than any previous studies have indicated, U.S. researchers said Wednesday.Though this comports more with my experience:The study found that about 10 percent of the time, the drinkers had 12 or more drinks during a single session.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109467686517935756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109467686517935756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109467686517935756' title='Who the hell are these people?'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109390131942274808</id><published>2004-08-30T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T16:28:39.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hacking</title><summary type='text'>I'm adding Chad Orzel's blog to the links at the right. My most obvious reason is his post, Consumer Electronics and Me. The deeper reason is that I've been reading it for awhile, and enjoying it. I've found myself talking to Nora a lot the last couple of days about this post in particular.It's something I've always been annoyed at myself for not being more interested in doing. I'm taking here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109390131942274808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109390131942274808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109390131942274808' title='hacking'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109346364658391132</id><published>2004-08-25T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T14:54:06.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the Radioactive Boy Scout</title><summary type='text'>Reading it the last couple of days. Really good. Particularly if (like me) you're interested in the full context of the Scavhunt item the story inspired.One of Hahn's major inspirations was a book called "the Golden Book of Chemistry Experiments," by Robert Brent. I went poking around for a copy earlier this afternoon, but could only find three. The cheapest is $175.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109346364658391132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109346364658391132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109346364658391132' title='the Radioactive Boy Scout'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109328609244224909</id><published>2004-08-23T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T16:59:37.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>major streets</title><summary type='text'>As any good Chicagoan knows, there are 800 address numbers to each mile: 100 numbers on a block, 8 blocks in a mile. There is a major street at the mile, and a semi-major street at the half-mile. Thus, State (1E/1W) is major, as is Halstead (800 W), Ashland (1600 W), Cottage Grove (800 E), Stony Island (1600 E), etc. Likewise, King (400 E), Woodlawn (1200 E), Racine (1200 W), Damen (2000 W), etc,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109328609244224909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109328609244224909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109328609244224909' title='major streets'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109320446596914009</id><published>2004-08-22T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T14:54:25.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>metal detector</title><summary type='text'>I've recently been apointed the administrator of an old-school (circa 1970s), airport security-style, walk-through metal detector. The two vertical pieces have been sitting in my bedroom since the end of June, and I will come into possession of the remaining parts (two horizontal connectors and a control box) within the next week.One difficulty: it doesn't work. Specifically, the thing detects </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109320446596914009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109320446596914009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109320446596914009' title='metal detector'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109303972263433946</id><published>2004-08-20T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T17:08:42.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brilliant</title><summary type='text'>Via this post, we get forwarded to this press gaggle. While there, we get this:Q Explain why the President doesn't think that even shadowy groups have first amendment rights?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109303972263433946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109303972263433946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109303972263433946' title='brilliant'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109301925385088356</id><published>2004-08-20T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T11:29:05.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting</title><summary type='text'>We also find this interesting tidbit:For nearly 20 years, three Texas researchers have set out to uncover details of history, art and literature using new scientific techniques — and finding most of their answers in the stars. Using phases of the moon, patterns of stars and other celestial phenomena, the researchers are at the fore of a developing field called forensic astronomy.More relevent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109301925385088356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109301925385088356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301925385088356' title='interesting'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109300762495691786</id><published>2004-08-20T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T11:29:41.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of bears</title><summary type='text'>This was forwarded to me by my roommate Jessica:A black bear was found passed out at a campground in Washington state recently after guzzling down three dozen cans of a local beer, a campground worker said on Wednesday.In and of itself, this would be just a normal oddity. But it become particularly noteworthy when we discover the specific local beer involved:It turns out the bear was a bit of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109300762495691786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109300762495691786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109300762495691786' title='speaking of bears'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109286754990297354</id><published>2004-08-18T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T17:19:19.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tired...</title><summary type='text'>and frustrated. I feel like I have a lot to say, but can't think of what it is. I feel like I should be doing something, but can't think of what it is. And I keep feeling like the best time to do either is tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109286754990297354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109286754990297354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109286754990297354' title='tired...'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109215565180880326</id><published>2004-08-10T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T11:34:11.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>balance</title><summary type='text'>I've noticed at least a couple of quite silly prejudices in our political discource. The most egregious appear to relate to the phrase "Fair and Balanced." Two in particular are bothering me this morning.The first is the very silly notion that the two words, "fair" and, "balance" have anything to do with each other. This silly notion is a subset of the silly notion that the two words have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109215565180880326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109215565180880326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109215565180880326' title='balance'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109102721875207774</id><published>2004-07-28T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T10:09:50.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama</title><summary type='text'>One of the things I like about living where I do is that I have a one-mile walk to and from campus every day. It's a nice time for me to think to myself and reflect -- typically on whatever I happen to be thinking about at the time. In the mornings, I walk to work along 55th, which is a pretty big street. As such, there are several newpaper dispensers that I pass. This morning's Trib has the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109102721875207774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109102721875207774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102721875207774' title='Obama'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109095961920247179</id><published>2004-07-27T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T15:20:19.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>purpose</title><summary type='text'>Now that I actually have some energy, and I'm feeling empowered and all that, let's explain all these obtuse references I've been making. If I had wanted this simply to be a personal journal, I would have gotten a LiveJournal. I don't want that. Mostly because, if I did want that, I would prefer to keep a journal in hard copy rather than electronically. On the other hand, this blog is not going</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109095961920247179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109095961920247179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109095961920247179' title='purpose'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-109051213800953813</id><published>2004-07-22T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T11:02:18.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dumpster diving</title><summary type='text'>My room finally became fully furnished at 11:30 last night. It has a bed, a dresser, a nightstand, a desk, and a desk chair. Total cost: $0.00. I am a dumpster diving machine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109051213800953813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/109051213800953813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051213800953813' title='dumpster diving'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-108967522445260751</id><published>2004-07-12T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T18:33:44.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the month of June</title><summary type='text'>So here's where I was for so long: I was surviving the month of June.10th week, I was catching up on work I should have been doing all quarter, hopefully to be caught up in time for finals. And then finals. All of which was a very generally negative experience. There was a short break in there for one positive moment, which I shall note below. I barely made it through finals in one piece. Then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108967522445260751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108967522445260751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108967522445260751' title='the month of June'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-108906557471476942</id><published>2004-07-05T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T17:12:54.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><summary type='text'>Steven and I had the idea Saturday afternoon to host a barbeque Sunday evening. This ended up putting a cramp in our schedule for that day, as we no longer had time to make to the TMBG concert at the Taste that afternoon. But things went off as planned. About 20 people showed up, which was about what we were hoping for. And the ones who did show up were the ones we most expected/hoped to see, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108906557471476942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108906557471476942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108906557471476942' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-108843033204962264</id><published>2004-06-28T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T08:45:32.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unflattering comparisons</title><summary type='text'>Those unflattering comparisons I referred to earlier are in the process of getting even more unflattering. It appears that Blogger is now under new ownership. Apparently, the kind folks at Google are responsible for the recent suckiness I've observed. That might go a decent ways towards explaining the Gmail brouhaha.The latest result of this travesty is the comments, which Maire has noted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108843033204962264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108843033204962264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108843033204962264' title='unflattering comparisons'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-108806541000050848</id><published>2004-06-24T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T03:23:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my absence</title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, that thing. Besides disappearing here, I also managed to disappear in real life. I did surface in time for my E&amp;M final, which appears to have been the only thing I did right between 10th and finals weeks.I documented the flat before we did anything drastic to it. More fun still to come on that front.I have more energy these days, and I'm getting a better handle on some things I'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108806541000050848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108806541000050848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108806541000050848' title='my absence'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-108806487270809500</id><published>2004-06-24T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T03:14:32.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>book reviews</title><summary type='text'>I'm in the OC for a week. I'm sitting at home. My younger brother and step mother decide to make a run to Borders and Blockbuster. I tag along.(Borders?? Yes, I'm aware that I live within walking distance of one of the better book-shopping districts in the country, and I've also aware that Borders has just invaded Hyde Park. Did I mention I was bored? I should also point out in my defense that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108806487270809500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108806487270809500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108806487270809500' title='book reviews'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281937.post-108749806476407643</id><published>2004-06-17T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T13:47:44.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved In</title><summary type='text'>Mostly. All of our stuff is physically in the apartment, but there are still ungodly amounts of boxes to go through and organize.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108749806476407643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281937/posts/default/108749806476407643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deleuzean.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108749806476407643' title='Moved In'/><author><name>colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11266629198292478860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
