<?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-3517145</id><updated>2011-08-06T10:05:16.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Timatollah</title><subtitle type='html'>Comments, possibly informed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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>626</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517145.post-106244727344604091</id><published>2003-09-01T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:54:07.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Final Transmission"All these worlds are yours...."Oh wait.  That's not right.  But dig the crazy 2010 references!Okay, this is where it was going to say "I've moved," and all that good stuff.And, in fact, there is a new web site somewhere with a new URL and new blogging software all installed.  Okay, the templates were still in development.  And HTML/CSS visual design is not my strong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106244727344604091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106244727344604091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/09/final-transmission-all-these-worlds.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106206725366421543</id><published>2003-08-28T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T06:40:53.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keir Dullea Says..."Did I say 'wonderful'?  Uh, well, something is going to happen.  Supposedly.  With some luck."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106206725366421543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106206725366421543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/keir-dullea-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106206716330822339</id><published>2003-08-28T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T06:39:23.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Martin Luther King, Jr.: "I Have a Dream..."Forty years ago today, Martin Luther King, Jr., gave his noted speech.  Read it here (from the site of the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis, Tennessee).Thanks to Dragonleg for the reminder.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106206716330822339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106206716330822339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/martin-luther-king-jr.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106194741467486300</id><published>2003-08-26T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T21:24:57.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keir Dullea Says..."Something wonderful is going to happen."  Like, maybe by the end of this coming weekend.No breath holding.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106194741467486300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106194741467486300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/keir-dullea-says_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106154803728727366</id><published>2003-08-22T06:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T07:19:58.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Shamalar RevolutionIn this delicious post, Agenda Bender gets onto one of the reasons any form of non-traditional me Tarzan you Jane you go fix supper coupling is a threat to the status quo.  The nugget: the flowing sounds of Shalamar.It's in this last verse that [A Night to Remember]s overflowing heart brings the Los Angeles River to floodtide. We're so happy let's drink to the exes!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106154803728727366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106154803728727366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/shamalar-revolution-in-this-delicious.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106151582535629742</id><published>2003-08-21T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T21:30:44.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was It SoBigF?Headline currently at Drudge: "WEST FILE VIRUS CLAIMS ANIMALS AT DENVER ZOO... DEVELOPING...".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106151582535629742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106151582535629742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/was-it-sobigf-headline-currently-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106148622727309137</id><published>2003-08-21T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T13:17:07.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Press to Israel: Bend Over and Take ItOkay, I'm not so naive as to pretend that the Middle East conflict doesn't have long roots, nor will I pretend that both the Israelis and Palestinians don't have some if not many legitimate greivances with each other, with much of the rest of the world, etc.  (If you ask me, the Palestinians, if they would stop and think for a moment, ought to have some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106148622727309137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106148622727309137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/press-to-israel-bend-over-and-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106146862384380718</id><published>2003-08-21T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T08:23:43.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe not "Ugh!"Ken Layne has additional/alternative details on yesterday's item (referenced below) about Phish bassist Mike Gordon, a boathouse, photos, and the nine-year-old daughter of a Hell's Angel's leader.  Among those additional/alternative details: Segway rides, not just for the little girl, no boathouse to be behind, and no sneaking around.Here's hoping it was all just a big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106146862384380718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106146862384380718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/maybe-not-ugh-ken-layne-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106138139320283035</id><published>2003-08-20T08:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T08:12:26.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh!Phish bassist Mike Gordon is in trouble.  Something about being behind the boathouse.   To take "art photos."  Of a nine-year-old girl.  Whose father is a Hell's Angels leader on Long Island.  Who he met at a Dead show. Story here (via Ken Layne).If it weren't for the fact that the father's "associates" may have roughed up Gordon already, this would have that episode of Law and Order </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106138139320283035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106138139320283035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/ugh-phish-bassist-mike-gordon-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106129931175638293</id><published>2003-08-19T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T09:21:51.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Latest "Insta-Crisis"Now that the phoney doctor/Republican generated Medical Malpractice Crisis in Florida has been temporarily settled, it's time for the Prison Overcrowding Crisis.Flablogger Mark Lane has several pieces (starting here, then scroll up) on the latest shenanigans from JEB! and his cronies.  (Does the word "shenanigans" make anyone else think of Stubby Kaye?  Shenanigans </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106129931175638293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106129931175638293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/latest-insta-crisis-now-that-phoney.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106129846869904154</id><published>2003-08-19T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T09:07:48.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Salad King SpeaksHere, in today's New York Times (registration required).The Salad King ownsDressings and salsa and popcornHUD was no acronymFOX is his targetIn the copycat courtOr behind the wheelHe is the salad kingHe can sue anything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106129846869904154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106129846869904154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/salad-king-speaks-here-in-todays-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106124793486166071</id><published>2003-08-18T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T11:46:17.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not My KidToday's Daytona Beach News-Journal has this story about parents griping that their kids who go to all-ages nights at local "night clubs" get roughed up when they act like total jerks in public.Believe me, I'm not defending bouncers: A bouncer I once knew who worked at an ABC Liquor/Lounge in Orlando was a complete loser.  The sheriff's deputies knocked on my door one time at 6:00 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106124793486166071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106124793486166071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/not-my-kid-todays-daytona-beach-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106103881527705803</id><published>2003-08-16T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T09:01:57.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>His Son, the Internet HumoristWere you alive in the 60s?  If so, you likely rememberHello Muddah.  Hello Faddah.Here I am atCamp GranadaIf you remember that, you might be interested in the Paul Harveyesque "rest of the story" by Paul Lieberman of the Los Angeles Times regarding Camp Granada (actually Camp Champlain), the songwriter Allan Sherman, and his son, Robert Sherman, who actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106103881527705803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106103881527705803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/his-son-internet-humorist-were-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106095008241180072</id><published>2003-08-15T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T08:27:21.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>End of the World, Part 42563 You know how some bloggers, even some favorite bloggers, crow about beating some famous Pulitzer-prize-winning columnist to the punch regarding some particular insight?Now ask yourself this?  When it comes to something really important like this, who had the goods first?  This blog  or "this blog" by some famous Pulitzer-prize-winning columnist?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106095008241180072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106095008241180072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/end-of-world-part-42563-you-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106094767208235720</id><published>2003-08-15T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T07:57:30.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>End of the World, Part 42562Devo is doing commercials for (the formerly Satanic, but much better now) Procter and Gamble's Swiffer brand of cleaning tools.  Thanks to Dragonleg at Shattered Buddha for the link.Wanna see the commercial?  Okay.  It's your head.What's next?  Some cruise line using Iggy Pop's Lust for Life in their commercials?Speaking of Iggy....  Agenda Bender offers some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106094767208235720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106094767208235720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/end-of-world-part-42562-devo-is-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106086511639607581</id><published>2003-08-14T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T08:49:52.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>East Coast, West CoastPolitics.Ocean Guy, Somewhere on A1A (up towards Jacksonville Beach, I think), has some thoughts on what/how the Democrats might do some things differently to gain back his vote.  (Remember: Linking to someone else's post doesn't constitute an endorsement of the ideas there; it does say that I think the ideas should be considered and not dismissed, though.)On the other</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106086511639607581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106086511639607581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/east-coast-west-coast-politics.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106086054501365192</id><published>2003-08-14T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T07:40:59.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the Ekman Transport, DammitThe National Weather Service office in Melbourne, Florida, has an explanation of the upswelling phenomenon causing cold water temperatures along Florida's northeastern coast.  It also has the image below.  Water temperatures along Florida's east cost.  Click here for a larger version at the NWS/Melbourne web site.See Cape Canaveral on the east coast?  Its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106086054501365192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106086054501365192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/its-ekman-transport-dammit-national.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106082152821214565</id><published>2003-08-13T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T20:47:14.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost AttractionsMark Lane, of FlaBlog fame, linked (in this post) to the Florida Lost Tourist Attractions site which has a somewhat overlapping list with those mentioned in the similar list from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution that I mentioned in this post (below).Among those on the master list at the FLTA site that I've been to areAfrica U.S.A., Boca RatonAquatarium, Saint Petersburg </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106082152821214565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106082152821214565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/lost-attractions-mark-lane-of-flablog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106078440881863443</id><published>2003-08-13T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T10:25:17.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TreeAgain, apologies for the time stamp.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106078440881863443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106078440881863443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/tree-again-apologies-for-time-stamp.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106078423431767546</id><published>2003-08-13T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T10:23:45.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Construction ZoneThey've been putting in sewer (at last, no more septic tank) and new water lines into our neighborhood for the past few months.  Here's a shot of the alley beside our place.Apologies for the time stamp. Some moron must not know how to operate his own camera!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106078423431767546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106078423431767546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/construction-zone-theyve-been-putting.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106078411767585822</id><published>2003-08-13T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T10:20:20.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BrrrrrIf I had read this post at Shattered Buddha before getting into the water yesterday, I'd've known to expect the water temperature to be 59 degrees Farenheit.59 degrees !  Brrrrr.I think the only colder ocean water I've ever been in was at Ogunquit, Maine, summer 1991.  The air temperature was 95 degrees F., and the water temperature was 55 degrees F.Brrrrr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106078411767585822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106078411767585822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/brrrrr-if-i-had-read-this-post-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106077917535192171</id><published>2003-08-13T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T09:01:03.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tales of the TailsYesterday, the New York Times was featuring this article on struggling traditional (i.e. pre-Disney) Florida attraction Weeki Wachee Springs (warning, slow-to-load Flash intro, but kinda fun in a cheezy way once it loads), the place with the "live mermaids."  Trying to come up with some additional background on the place, a web search yielded these slightly different pieces (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106077917535192171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106077917535192171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/tales-of-tails-yesterday-new-york.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106068967244358604</id><published>2003-08-12T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T21:30:11.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remembering EElvis died twenty-six years ago this week.  Now, it's Death Week in Memphis.  I mean "Please don't call it 'Death Week' " in Memphis.Okay, I mean Elvis Week.  Let's tempt the copyright gods.  The following is from Lester Bangs's Psychotic Reactions and Carburator Dung:...and when I read that book [Peter Guralnick's Lost Highway] it reminded me more than anyone else of Elvis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106068967244358604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106068967244358604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/remembering-e-elvis-died-twenty-six.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106063390586045743</id><published>2003-08-11T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T16:31:45.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feel.Read Dragonleg.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106063390586045743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106063390586045743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106063312046837532</id><published>2003-08-11T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T16:19:33.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pathetic Pat RobertsonKit over at Paperfrog has this piece about that ugly Pat Robertson, his ugly praying for US Supreme Court justices to keel over and die, and his ugly business connections with now-deposed Liberian president Charles Taylor.  I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but way back in high school, I dated a girl whose mom was ahead of the curve in terms of being part of that early </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106063312046837532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106063312046837532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/pathetic-pat-robertson-kit-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106053537366503332</id><published>2003-08-10T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T13:11:55.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Gay DivorceAgendaBender has several posts (most recent, previous with a link back to, er, this blog (this blog, not Dave Barry referring to himself as "this blog"), more previous, and most previous) dealing with web-located negative comments about the new Episopalian bishop's having divorced his wife after he came out of the closet as a gay man.I have to add that, straight or closet-case,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106053537366503332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106053537366503332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/gay-divorce-agendabender-has-several.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106053425861828077</id><published>2003-08-10T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T12:54:14.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Linemen for Uncle SamMy brother-in-law -- actually it's Mack's brother-in-law, so, since there's no gay marriage in this part of the world, I guess that would make him my brother-out-law -- is also named Tim Wilson.  He works for the phone company in eastern Oklahoma.  One of his co-workers got called up to active duty.  That guy's Air National Guard squadron, the 219th Engineering and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106053425861828077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106053425861828077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/linemen-for-uncle-sam-my-brother-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106048834512340968</id><published>2003-08-10T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T08:59:22.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Children by the Million Sing for Alex Chilton When He Comes RoundMeanwhile, back in Memphis....  Besides Prince Mongo selling his house (don't worry, he'll find another one in a neighborhood with more appropriate neighbors to irritate by his very presence), the local PBS station made a documentary about the Memphis garage sound of the 1960s, a sound that gave the world the Boxtops ("The Letter"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106048834512340968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106048834512340968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/children-by-million-sing-for-alex.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106048766562182204</id><published>2003-08-09T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T09:50:53.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We RecommendWe finally got around to watching Standing in the Shadows of Motown tonight.  My, what a nice little film.  It's the story of the Funk Brothers, the under-recognized and under-appreciated musicians who served as the Motown house band for so many records. How many?  My four-CD boxed set "Hitsville, USA" has about twenty or more cuts per disk, and it wouldn't surprise me if many, if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106048766562182204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106048766562182204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/we-recommend-we-finally-got-around-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106035742658354880</id><published>2003-08-08T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T11:43:46.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Global Surf ReportRabbit Blog's Heather Havrilesky has this piece on the latest in cinema and television programming with surfing as a focus or aspect.  I'm no surfer: only a poseur.  I never really surfed.  I own a boogie board and some flippers from the mid 80s, but I hardly ever use them anymore.  I still love plain old body surfing, though, and it's nice to live just a few blocks from the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106035742658354880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106035742658354880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/global-surf-report-rabbit-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106029299258115694</id><published>2003-08-07T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T17:49:52.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More UpswellingSeveral weeks ago, I noted how cold the local ocean water temperatures had been.  Apperently, it's not just a local phenomenon: Here's a story from the Washington Post about unseasonably cold water temperatures on mid-Atlantic beaches.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106029299258115694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106029299258115694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/more-upswelling-several-weeks-ago-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-10602925174110197</id><published>2003-08-07T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T12:12:33.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Hate Big Media?Why hate big media?  Because despite having enormous human and financial and computational resources, big media outlets behave stupidly enough frequently enough.  What am I talking about?  For one, earlier today, a headline at Slate had the word "masturbation" as "masterbation."  Like the punch line of a joke about a guy who's really good at putting worms on fishhooks.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/10602925174110197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/10602925174110197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/why-hate-big-media-why-hate-big-media.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106028049992827737</id><published>2003-08-07T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T14:26:53.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>High-Tech Phishin'This article in today's New York Times (registration required) describes how Vermont-based jam band Phish used technology to oull off last weekend's big rock show in Maine.  The key technologies:  Walkie-talkies and Wi-Fi.And MP3s.The concert organizers collaborated with Apple to open the House of Live Phish, a sort of next-generation Internet cafe. Using one of 20 iMacs, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106028049992827737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106028049992827737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/high-tech-phishin-this-article-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106027874289159626</id><published>2003-08-07T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T15:12:30.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Governor XToday's Washington Post has this feature article on some who would be governor of California.  It's not just Arnold, Arinanna, Gary, and Larry.Update: South Knox Bubba reports yet another candidate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106027874289159626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106027874289159626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/governor-x-todays-washington-post-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106027447069414844</id><published>2003-08-07T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T12:41:10.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three Little WordsRegular readers -- the few, the brave -- know that I'm partial to reading National Review Online's group blog, The Corner.  I think it's a fun, energetic, read, I share some, certainly not all, of the participant's foreign-policy perspectives, and I like the fact that the participants are identified as individuals and take each other to task, disagree, joke internally, etc.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106027447069414844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106027447069414844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/three-little-words-regular-readers-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106017727181951670</id><published>2003-08-06T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T09:41:11.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ReopeningPaddy's Bar was one of the locales on Bali in Indonesia that were hit by yahoo suicide bombers last October.  Just a day or so before yesterday's new bombing in Jakarta, Paddy's reopened, a big "fuck you" to the terrorist assholes.  Story here from the Daily Telegraph (Sydney, Austraila).  I saw the story yesterday in the wire-service world-news section of the dead-tree Fort Pierce </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106017727181951670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106017727181951670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/reopening-paddys-bar-was-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106012254848046912</id><published>2003-08-05T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T21:24:00.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bears: On the Charts, with a BulletThe gay-male bear subculture is on the charts with a bullet. Andrew Sullivan has this piece called "Da Bears" up at his web site; it's also availabe here at Salon, but you have to click through an ad to read it there.  What's surprising to me is that Sullivan is writing about the bear thing as if it's the latest thing, when, in fact, it's been around for over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106012254848046912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106012254848046912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/bears-on-charts-with-bullet-gay-male.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-106011542896030635</id><published>2003-08-05T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T16:31:21.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Farm in The NewsThe Farm is a commune near Summerville, Tennessee.  It was founded there in 1971 by Stephen Gaskin.  When Gaskin and his gang of hippies moved there from the San Francisco Bay area, the regional media -- i.e., the Nashville Tennessean and the local Nashville television stations -- had a collective fit, hyping the story regularly.  This was still fairly soon, in some sense, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106011542896030635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/106011542896030635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/farm-in-news-farm-is-commune-near.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105983065786957979</id><published>2003-08-02T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T09:24:17.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funding National ServiceAuthor Dave Eggers, mentioned in this space (here) a few weeks ago in reference to a good but silly pirate movie, has this op-ed in today's New York Times (registration required).  He's taking the Bush administration and House Republicans to task for not fulfilling their obligation to fully fund AmeriCorp and the programs -- teaching, tutoring, and more -- it funds that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105983065786957979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105983065786957979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/funding-national-service-author-dave.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105976907582681517</id><published>2003-08-01T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T16:19:42.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Attic of Your MindOver at Alphecca, Jeff Soyer explores the memory-as-home metaphor in this post.  A related concept that's been used by folks since, oh, at least the ancient Greeks, that Jeff's post brings to mind, is using the map of someplace you know, like, say, your home, as a tool when you have to organize information.  Say you have to give a speech.  You "put" different elements </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105976907582681517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105976907582681517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/08/attic-of-your-mind-over-at-alphecca.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105968262217896749</id><published>2003-07-31T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T16:57:29.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For LaneThe above is a scan of an actual postcard that was sent to me within the last year or so.  We have a friend, and her postcard trip is to buy up old postcards and actually send them to people, as opposed to collecting them.  The image is of the Daytona Beach boardwalk bandshell some time prior to the construction of what is now the Adams Mark hotel, Ocean Walk condos/hotel, etc.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105968262217896749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105968262217896749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/for-lane-above-is-scan-of-actual.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105965607367069553</id><published>2003-07-31T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T08:55:16.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Video, More MusicWhen I previously noted some music-centered films we had watched recently, I omitted that we had seen D. A. Pennebaker's Down from the Mountain, a film about the music from the Coen brother's film, O Brother Where Art Thou, and about the people who make the kind of music in the film.If you've been in Outer Mongolia for the last several years and haven't attained any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105965607367069553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105965607367069553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/more-video-more-music-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105965288908648219</id><published>2003-07-31T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T17:10:40.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Thomas Edison of Rock and RollSam Phillips has passed away at 80 years of age.  Obituaries here from the Memphis Commercial Appeal, here from the Nashville Tennessean, and here from the L A Times.  The CA also has Phillips in his own words.Addendum: Kit at Paperfrog has this story about meeting Phillips.  (Thanks to Dragonleg.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105965288908648219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105965288908648219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/thomas-edison-of-rock-and-roll-sam.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105957940258327903</id><published>2003-07-30T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:45:10.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nostalgia TripAs described below, we've now got access to VHS for the first time in a while.  So, naturally, old unseen-for-a-while VHS content gets played.  One tape starts off with off-the-air dubs of various rock performances: The Tubes on the Midnight Special, King Crimson (Fripp/Belew/Levin/Bruford edition) on Fridays, and, best of all, The Plasmatics (warning, pop up ads out the wazoo) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105957940258327903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105957940258327903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/nostalgia-trip-as-described-below-weve.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105957751312228641</id><published>2003-07-30T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:49:09.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Musical ViewsWe're trying to get back to technological equity around here.  In the process, we again have acquired the ability to look at not only recorded video on DVD, but also on that most modern technological wonder, VHS tape.  Since our original DVD player (early-adopter syndrome) wouldn't play the latest discs, we've been accumulating content for viewing without actually seeing them.  So,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105957751312228641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105957751312228641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/musical-views-were-trying-to-get-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105957633476566571</id><published>2003-07-30T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T13:07:56.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOTDFrom e-mail I received:We have been notified by Plant pool maintenance that the pool is to be closed today for shocking due to "unwelcome substance" in the pool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105957633476566571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105957633476566571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/motd-from-e-mail-i-receivedwe-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105956729680533294</id><published>2003-07-30T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:49:59.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brush with Near GreatnessOver at Shattered Buddha, Dragonleg recalls his interview with a visiting Senator Lowell Weicker of Conneticuit.  Weicker was what was known then as a "liberal Republican."  (Imagine!  You can do it!)  Good stuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105956729680533294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105956729680533294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/brush-with-near-greatness-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105948595728920930</id><published>2003-07-29T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T13:08:16.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word to Your PrincipalAs Eric Cartman once said to Mr. Garrison, "Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck. What's the big deal?"  (From The Smoking Gun via Hit and Run.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105948595728920930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105948595728920930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/word-to-your-principal-as-eric-cartman.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105940784677147779</id><published>2003-07-28T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T16:00:44.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Civic DutyMy call for jury duty was short-lived and uneventful.  No murder trial; not even a tort.  Instead, most of a morning of waiting until dismissed.  The judge had gotten all parties to settle (sounds like civil cases were being tried).   The courtroom where the jury pool assembled was substantially less Kafkaesque than I had feared.  It was on a windowless second-floor room instead of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105940784677147779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105940784677147779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/civic-duty-my-call-for-jury-duty-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105935967265062401</id><published>2003-07-27T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T22:34:32.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Internal/External, or Now for Something Completely DifferentIn this diary entry, Mr. Robert Fripp says:I find myself in a comparable position to 30 years ago, when I was unable to see any external solution to the future: personally, professionally, politically, economically, nationally, globally. Then the butterfly's wings flapped &amp; the collapse of the status quo in the West moved further </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105935967265062401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105935967265062401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/more-internalexternal-or-now-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105926325767504220</id><published>2003-07-26T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T19:48:35.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ChattanoogaThe New York Times (registration required for anything deeper than the web front) has this nice travel piece about visiting Chattanooga. My dad was originally from Jellico, Tennessee (Tennessee/Kentucky, actually), but his family moved to Chattanooga when he was still grammar-school age.  He grew up there, and his mom lived there until she died in 1977 (in her 90s, if I recall.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105926325767504220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105926325767504220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/chattanooga-new-york-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105925631931078354</id><published>2003-07-26T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T20:30:51.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Non EndorseumJust to be clear, I didn't really endorse anyone for anything.  Anyone can read the post below and figure that out.  But Jeff's a great guy, and I'm sleazy enough to accept almost any form of linkage. Glenn Reynolds definitely meets some of my own criteria for a presidential candidate, but I'm not sure if he's as big of a fan of progressive income taxes as I am.  But the man is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105925631931078354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105925631931078354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/non-endorseum-just-to-be-clear-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105923782713850869</id><published>2003-07-26T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T12:45:38.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Kobe, All the Time!The Wyeth Wire is on the Kobe Bryant allegations like stink on shit.  He's now got actual photos of the accuser!  This is following up his having already published the name and address of the same.Tim Bob sez, check 'em out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105923782713850869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105923782713850869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/all-kobe-all-time-wyeth-wire-is-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105917245379491801</id><published>2003-07-25T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T17:53:59.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Presidential Wish ListUp at Alphecca, Jeff Soyer has put together a list of criteria for Presidential candidates.  I put my own list together sometime back in the dark ages of last September.  Here it is.   If I were to give it a little more thought, I'd probably revise these, but I'm still interested in hearing candidates address those particular issues.I think there's good value to each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105917245379491801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105917245379491801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/presidential-wish-list-up-at-alphecca.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105913871750544241</id><published>2003-07-25T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T09:13:34.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Honoring MLK's "I Have a Dream" Speech I HAVE A DREAMMARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.THE MARCH ON WASHINGTONFOR JOBS AND FREEDOMAUGUST 28, 1963Those words are being inscribed by the National Park Service on the step at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D. C., where Martin Luther King, Jr., gave his noted speech.  Story  from the Washington Post (which is unpredictable about requesting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105913871750544241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105913871750544241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/honoring-mlks-i-have-dream-speech-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105907149114191574</id><published>2003-07-24T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T14:31:31.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Old Ranch Hand, He/She Ain't What He/She Used to BeSince many ranches are now owned by rich folk, the role of the ranch manager has changed from cowpoke to concierge.  At least according to this story in the New York Times (registration required).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105907149114191574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105907149114191574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/old-ranch-hand-heshe-aint-what-heshe.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105899657625130657</id><published>2003-07-23T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T18:08:48.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Periodic TABLE of the ElementsTheodore Gray has built an honest-to-goodness table -- i.e., piece of furniture -- for the periodic table of the elements, as shown below.  It's complete with samples, type of element encoding by type of wood, and more.  Visit his site for lots of details.Image used with permission (if I understood what Gray said correctly at the bottom of this page).  Link</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105899657625130657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105899657625130657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/periodic-table-of-elements-theodore.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105896642753210658</id><published>2003-07-23T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T09:20:27.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PhoneCam BlogXeni Jarden, out there in LA, has a blog devoted to phonecam photos.  And you know what?  It's pretty cool.  The real-time photos are pretty good in subject and composition (heh heh -- like I'm a photo critic), and the quality off the little bugger phonecams doesn't seem gawdawful.I found her site via Ken Layne's entry at the LA Examiner site (his and Matt Welch's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105896642753210658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105896642753210658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/phonecam-blog-xeni-jarden-out-there-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105887882223254494</id><published>2003-07-22T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T09:01:25.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Digital Music DownloadsThis piece by Rob Walker at Slate points out (1) the relatively small number of downloads it takes for a song to be Number One on the Billboard-reported SoundScan charts of digital music downloads.  About 1500 downloads, in fact.  He also points out (2) how easy that should make manipulating the charts along the lines of a Google bomb.Re (1): With a bullet?  A bullet?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105887882223254494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105887882223254494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/digital-music-downloads-this-piece-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105879814881645942</id><published>2003-07-21T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T11:09:30.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inside/OutsideIn his Shattered Buddha blog, Dragonleg links to this Miami Herald piece about Nip/Tuck, a new show on FX, about "murder by liposuction, backward buttock implants, collapsed boob jobs, teenage three-ways, Botox torture, twin three-ways, self-circumcision, man-eating gators[,] and cockfights."  (Aside to Dragonleg: FX equals Fox equals Murdoch almost equals Clear Channel, your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105879814881645942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105879814881645942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/insideoutside-in-his-shattered-buddha.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105879343601109315</id><published>2003-07-21T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T09:43:54.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bucksnort ReportBack in my home county -- Hickman County, Tennessee -- some seemingly pretty shady operators clear-cut a bunch of land near a creek near the Bucksnort community.  (Those of you who've driven I-40 from Nashville to Memphis or vice-versa may be familiar with the name.)  The purported purpose was to locate a landfill on the site.But, the seemingly pretty shady operators punted on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105879343601109315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105879343601109315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/bucksnort-report-back-in-my-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105873228534836433</id><published>2003-07-20T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T16:18:05.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Many ________ Does It Take to Screw In a Lightbulb?From Ted Barlow, his complete Lightbulb Joke Warehouse.  It's very warblogger and warblogger-detractor centric, but quite a few are still funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105873228534836433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105873228534836433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/how-many-does-it-take-to-screw-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105862566808249031</id><published>2003-07-19T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T10:41:07.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lobster Telephone FriendThe St. Petersburg Times (Florida, not Russia) has this story about a possibility of removing the Salvador Dali Museum from its current locale to a more central (to St. Petersburg) location.  Sorry, just using linking to that Times piece as an excuse to link to the Dali Museum.  And to these song words.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105862566808249031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105862566808249031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/lobster-telephone-friend-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105862360978892470</id><published>2003-07-19T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T10:13:49.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guns and the CitizenMy dad was a life member of the NRA.  When he passed away, I had the delivery address for American Rifleman changed to my own.  I received it for probably ten years before they figured out that he wasn't sending them more money and quit sending it.My favorite read in it was their "Guns and the Citizen" (or something similarly titled) column, where they collected and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105862360978892470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105862360978892470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/guns-and-citizen-my-dad-was-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105857083383943014</id><published>2003-07-18T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T20:36:07.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Not Dry Cleaning?Thinking about a new business venture?  Like dry cleaning and laundry?  You might want to make sure you understand what you might be getting into.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105857083383943014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105857083383943014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/why-not-dry-cleaning-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105853448923833561</id><published>2003-07-18T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T09:21:29.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Excerpts from Blair's Address to CongressThe entire text is available at the New York Times site (registration required).The war with Iraq as part of an ongoing struggle:September the 11th was not an isolated event, but a tragic prologue, Iraq another act, and many further struggles will be set upon this stage before it's over.Humility regarding military strength alone, how the desire for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105853448923833561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105853448923833561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/excerpts-from-blairs-address-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105844212681937450</id><published>2003-07-17T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T07:42:06.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taxivision FollowupAccording to this John Beifuss story in the Memphis Commercial Appeal, Memphian Lee McCaulla's animation was chosen as third place in Tori Amos's Taxivision contest.  This was after a come-from-behind win in the Internet voting aspect of the competition.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105844212681937450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105844212681937450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/taxivision-followup-according-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105840481302464645</id><published>2003-07-16T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T07:44:06.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Economic IndicatorsEvery putt-putt/goofy-golf place is packed.  The ice cream shops are packed.  The go-kart tracks are packed.  Lotza out-of-state cars on the streets.Either the economy's in recovery or people decided, "Aw what the hell.  We're unemployed, let's take a vacation."Addendum: Maybe they're all here for the Florida International Festival.  That would explain the pickup trucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105840481302464645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105840481302464645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/economic-indicators-every-putt.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105839363113294290</id><published>2003-07-16T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T18:13:51.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make It Stop!!!Two headlines concurrently occupying real estate at Drudge.  (1) "Barry Diller Starts Pressing Tom Brokaw to Run for President...", and (2) "David E. Kelley Slams Network Execs Over Reality TV...".Fiction.  Reality.  News.  Entertainment.  Politics.   Business.  My head is spinning!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105839363113294290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105839363113294290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/make-it-stop-two-headlines.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105831776033181212</id><published>2003-07-15T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T21:09:20.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just Give Him the Oscar NowJohnny Depp is just incredible in Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.  The rest of the movie is surprisingly entertaining, especially if you like the ride at various Disney venues, but Depp is the show.  His body language and facial expressions are not what one expects from a pirate -- or from a pirate character in a pirate movie -- and that's what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105831776033181212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105831776033181212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/just-give-him-oscar-now-johnny-depp-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105823288661053242</id><published>2003-07-14T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T07:16:48.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Repackaging Agnosticism, Repackaging AtheismThe Brights is an attempt to allow people who don't have a supernatural view of the world to identify themselves and each other, and to speak up when politicians and other denigrate "the godless" (for example).Tufts philosopher Daniel Dennett had this to say in day before yesterday's New York Times (registration required).  Links from Hit and Run </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105823288661053242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105823288661053242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/repackaging-agnosticism-repackaging.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105821696788277905</id><published>2003-07-14T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T21:47:24.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Dreams to RealityAs noted in this story in the Lakeland Ledger, Grenelefe golf resort and community near Haines City, Florida, was the dream of one George Phelps.George Phelps was one of my father's closest friends, and my dad was the original bankroll behind the Grenelefe project, then called Arrowhead Lakes and Country Club.  What is now Grenelefe was, like most of Florida back then, a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105821696788277905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105821696788277905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/from-dreams-to-reality-as-noted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105821633970719768</id><published>2003-07-14T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T22:05:43.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gay Marriage: One Couple's StoryLocal favorite Mike Silverman and his lover David Greenbaum are featured in this story on gay marriage in the Lawrence Journal-World.  My favorite quote is Greenbaum saying to those opposed to same-sex marriages, "Then don't get married to a person of the same sex. If you're against it, then don't do it. People should be allowed the choice in how to live their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105821633970719768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105821633970719768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/gay-marriage-one-couples-story-local.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105814095448606577</id><published>2003-07-13T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T20:02:34.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Tell Disney's LawyersThere's a hair cut/style/design/something place in Eustis, Florida, called "Country Hair Jamboree."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105814095448606577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105814095448606577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/dont-tell-disneys-lawyers-theres-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105793998020093726</id><published>2003-07-11T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T12:13:00.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must Be Nuts DepartmentWe're going camping.  In Florida in the summertime.  Posting will resume if/when we make it back, likely early next week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105793998020093726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105793998020093726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/must-be-nuts-department-were-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105792900888858491</id><published>2003-07-11T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T09:12:32.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Decision Based on LibertySeveral big libertarian bloggers (Postrel, InstaPundit, et al.)have linked to this piece by Randy Barnett at National Review Online (of all places -- I guess the piece is the functional equivalent of an op-ed for them) arguing that Justice Kennedy's opinion in Lawrence v. Texas is based on a stated fundamental right to Liberty explicitly enumerated in the 9th and 14th</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105792900888858491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105792900888858491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/decision-based-on-liberty-several-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105792648639713448</id><published>2003-07-11T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T08:28:31.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cold Cold ColdMack and I had been wondering why the water termperature at the beach had gotten so low: more like San Diego than Daytona Beach in July.  Turns out that it's a phenomenon known as 'upswelling' in which cold water comes up from deeper levels of the ocean.Good thing I lived in New England once upon a time.  One day at Ogunquit, the air temperature was 95-degrees F and the water </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105792648639713448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105792648639713448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/cold-cold-cold-mack-and-i-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105787596576830064</id><published>2003-07-10T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T22:12:17.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TaxivisionTori Amos's Taxivision contest is down to nine finalists.  Tori write the song, and nine folks came up with a visual to go along with it. Lee McCaulla of Memphis, Tennessee, is the only animated finalist, as described by John Beifuss at the Commerical Appeal.  (What the heck, it's been a long time?: "More commercial than appealing.")Beifuss was recently awarded one of Andrew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105787596576830064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105787596576830064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/taxivision-tori-amoss-taxivision.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105776619742443741</id><published>2003-07-09T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T11:56:37.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update on The LeapIt was Sister Wiona not Sister Wynona who took the bus to Newark, alluded to in this post below.  Management regrets the error.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105776619742443741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105776619742443741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/update-on-leap-it-was-sister-wiona-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105776313393292992</id><published>2003-07-09T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T11:05:33.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Worry About the GovernmentWhat?  You do?  You might find Government Information Awareness useful, then. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105776313393292992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105776313393292992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/dont-worry-about-government-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105775687926184897</id><published>2003-07-09T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T10:00:14.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shiver Me TimbersI had just finished reading Roger Ebert's review of Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl -- please, no laughter.  I freely admit that Pirates of the Caribbean is my favorite ride at Disney World (and that the one at Disneyland is somehow better).  "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me" Don't agree?  Maybe you should take a ride somewhere smaller -- when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105775687926184897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105775687926184897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/shiver-me-timbers-i-had-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105767620601940195</id><published>2003-07-08T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T11:53:54.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That Damned DragonlegThe Blog*Spot blog formerly known Shattered Buddha, authored by Dragonleg, referenced as http://dragonleg.blogspot.com/, has made the leap.No Dragonleg didn't join Sister Wiona on the last bus to Newark, but he has removed his blog to http://www.shatteredbuddha.com/.  He's part of some new blog technology test.Damn him.  I was hoping to get out of this hell hole before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105767620601940195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105767620601940195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/that-damned-dragonleg-blogspot-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105761427188372427</id><published>2003-07-07T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T17:45:14.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SkepsisYes, I plead guilty to not having posted about the post-war situation in Iraq.  I remain skeptical of much: Skeptical of those who would rather see the Iraqis suffer as long as the US administration suffers an electoral defeat.  Skeptical of those whose blinders are so set that they can't see any positives from the fact that the war happened (like, for example, some of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105761427188372427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105761427188372427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/skepsis-yes-i-plead-guilty-to-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105759060702317877</id><published>2003-07-07T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T11:10:06.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watch Your EarsDaddy's got a new toy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105759060702317877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105759060702317877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/watch-your-ears-daddys-got-new-toy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105758860238198661</id><published>2003-07-07T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T10:59:25.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ShakeyJust finished Shakey: Neil Young's Biography by Jimmy McDonough.Whew.  Even though it focuses somewhat more on the recordings and performances and life issues during the 60s and 70s, it still manages to cover Young's life up into the late 1990s.Stuff I learned:Young's first instrument was a yukulele.Young was part of the same Winnepeg scene as another famous Candian rocker, Randy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105758860238198661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105758860238198661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/shakey-just-finished-shakey-neil.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105749591683130537</id><published>2003-07-06T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T09:34:34.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Race UpdateLast night, just after we had just finished watching Doggy Fizzle Televizzle, we learned that Greg Biffle had won the Pepsi 400.  If NASCAR is serious about attracting a black audience, maybe they should put Biffle in touch with Snoop to discuss car ownership, support, changing his name to "Bizzle," etc.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105749591683130537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105749591683130537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/race-update-last-night-just-after-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105736748478105316</id><published>2003-07-04T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T21:12:03.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family Pics IIThe children, grandchildren, greatgrandchildren, spouses, etc. of William M. and Deedy Daniel.  This was on my previous trip to northeast Alabama and southeast Tennessee.  No, I cannot name everybody in the picture, and I'm not going to try.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105736748478105316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105736748478105316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/family-pics-ii-children-grandchildren.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105736642464220678</id><published>2003-07-04T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T20:54:38.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family Pics IOn my recent trip, I spent some time in Lawrenceburg, Tennessee, with my brother Dan and his family.  Pictures below.My brother Dan.  I like this pic.  I like the ambient lighting and the color tone of the photo.My sister-in-law Suzie.My nephew Sam.My nephew Mike.Mike's chocolate lab Kelly.Dan's Jack Russell Oliver, whom he stole from Suzie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105736642464220678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105736642464220678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/family-pics-i-on-my-recent-trip-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105732050429085674</id><published>2003-07-04T08:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T08:13:11.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freedom + Responsibility = LibertyIt's the USA's Independence Day, an event worthy of celebration.The post title is an idea I've been mulling around for over a year now.  If I were a social scientist -- or Stephen Den Beste -- I'd write several hundred or several thousand words about it.  But I'm not.The point is that Freedom is precious, but that Freedom without Responsibility means </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105732050429085674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105732050429085674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/freedom-responsibility-liberty-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105726237679464340</id><published>2003-07-03T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T15:59:36.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walking Man: Breaking the ChainI know, I know.  Mrs. R. L. broke the chain, and she got her own husband back.  That being said, I'm not beyond using the following e-mailed-with-instructions-to-send-on image here.See, he's walking around the world.  With your help.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105726237679464340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105726237679464340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/walking-man-breaking-chain-i-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105724150405808567</id><published>2003-07-03T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T10:11:44.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sadness in This WorldRead this, from the Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105724150405808567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105724150405808567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/sadness-in-this-world-read-this-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105723724375666898</id><published>2003-07-03T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T09:03:15.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TSA: You Asked!Flablogger Mark Lane sez (here): "Sheesh. When TSA isn't bullying passengers and groping female passengers, it's flat out stealing passengers' stuff. Does anyone feel safer with this group on the job?"  (TSA: US Transportation Security Agency, the post-9/11 federal-government takeover of airport security part of the post-9/11 federal-government expansion.)Well, yes, some do, me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105723724375666898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105723724375666898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/tsa-you-asked-flablogger-mark-lane-sez.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105723638922849193</id><published>2003-07-03T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T08:49:57.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rock Bottom RemaindersFrom today's Bleat by James Lileks: But thanks to the indispensable Gawker, I know what “rich” really is. It’s Stephen King standing in line to see “28 Days Later,” and buying all the tickets and giving them to everyone standing behind him in line. I love that story. He surfaces in public rarely, but whenever he does you think: what a guy. Dave Barry’s the same way, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105723638922849193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105723638922849193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/rock-bottom-remainders-from-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105723582716619921</id><published>2003-07-03T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T08:38:10.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Small World Phenomenon, Part 285179830Dragonleg has this entry up linking to this long piece about "MIT student Tim Anderson" and some attempt to get to Cuba.  I'm pretty sure that this Tim Anderson is the brother of my former 6.002 (Circuits) lab partner Mark Anderson, and, sorry, but Tim was, as far as I know, never an MIT student.  Instead, he's someone who's just inserted himself into the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105723582716619921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105723582716619921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/small-world-phenomenon-part-285179830.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105715088613752626</id><published>2003-07-02T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T09:07:55.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From Burton Cummings to Vikki Carr; From Joe Tex to Amy GrantYou know that song by Jimmy Webb?  See who (more like, "who hasn't") recorded it here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105715088613752626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105715088613752626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/from-burton-cummings-to-vikki-carr.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105714850033299785</id><published>2003-07-02T08:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T09:09:21.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Giant Sea Creature Battles Chilean ScientistsSee this story at CNN.What's that?  "Baffles?"  Not "battles?Oh.Nevermind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105714850033299785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105714850033299785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/giant-sea-creature-battles-chilean.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105714334599989992</id><published>2003-07-02T06:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T06:56:15.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CMT Shows BootieCMT, the curent incarnation of what the old TNN started out as, is showing a video by country artist Rascal Flatts -- I guess that's two 't's as in Flatt and Scruggs -- which features exposed male buttocks and even a shadowy shot of female breasts.  Story here from the (Nashville) Tennessean.In other reports, it's still hot in Hell, and Western Civilization continues to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105714334599989992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105714334599989992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/cmt-shows-bootie-cmt-curent.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105714233023198340</id><published>2003-07-02T06:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T06:38:50.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wal*Mart Gets With the ProgramWal*Mart is adding lesbian and gay people to its anti-discrimination policy.  No domestic-partner benefits at this stage, but, still, definitely a move forward, since it's the nation's (world's?) largest private employer.  Story here from the New York Times (registration required).  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105714233023198340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105714233023198340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/walmart-gets-with-program-walmart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105710023696362254</id><published>2003-07-01T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T06:39:02.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who Is X-04?I was once, way back in the early 1980s, in a band that tried to make it doing original material.  The band was named "X-04."  It's a super-obscure reference to an episode of The Prisoner.  We got together while I was in Nashville.  I promised Mike (left) and Bryan (center) that I (right) would put the picture the waiter took on the web.  So here it is.Addendum:  Mike: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105710023696362254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105710023696362254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/who-is-x-04-i-was-once-way-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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-3517145.post-105709958544716565</id><published>2003-07-01T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T22:02:20.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nashville PicsOkay, so I took a few more pictures while in Nashville than while in Memphis.  That's just how it worked out.  My conference was in downtown Nashville.  Simultaneously, the NHL was there having their draft at the Gaylord Entertainment Center, and the sheriffs were over at the kinda-sorta-slightly over-the-top Opryland Hotel.  Yes, the thought of doing a Hunter S. Thompson and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105709958544716565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517145/posts/default/105709958544716565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timatollah.blogspot.com/2003/07/nashville-pics-okay-so-i-took-few-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02910486045682702066</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>
