<?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-4000838167406497121</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:41:19.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flicker</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000838167406497121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inkweaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230888065017128513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onoR1VWoi6g/SaIVH-eyR8I/AAAAAAAAABI/4Q8s0lSGY5I/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000838167406497121.post-7492311242824183266</id><published>2009-02-22T19:56:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:55:25.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onoR1VWoi6g/SaIea0tUsiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WSJOj6YVGGk/s1600-h/Violin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305836757170041378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onoR1VWoi6g/SaIea0tUsiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WSJOj6YVGGk/s320/Violin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Picture a busy metro station. There are people going in every direction, heading to work, school, an appointment, and just about every other conceivable location. It’s not a hard visual. One cold day in January a man walked to the middle of such a station, took out a violin, and began to play. Unlike most days, amid the usual sounds of rushing commuters, arriving and departing trains, the sounds of Johann Sebastian Bach carried on. Among the thousands of commuters some dropped money in his open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;case without pause, and even less stopped for a moment or two to listen; but never more than that. Forty-five minutes and thirty-two dollars later, this man packed up his violin and left, without applause, without acknowledgement, or even word of who he was. That man was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented violinists our world has ever known. Days before he had played to a sold out crowd who had each paid close to a hundred dollars for a ticket to hear him perform on his violin of an estimated worth of $3.5 million. Incredible, isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This was a true experiment done by a newspaper in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Boston&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. They were trying to see whether or not people would recognize beauty and talent in a setting other than one telling you it’s there. I heard this story secondhand in a conference, so I might be off as far as the particulars, but how long he played, and how much change was thrown in isn’t the point. I think it would be easy for most of us to picture ourselves as part of the crowd in that station. What I don’t know is whether or not I would have stopped. Though I like to imagine I would have, I’m left wondering what prestigious talent I might have passed by before without grasping what was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onoR1VWoi6g/SaISfItFMNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_eyI5ItL5tM/s1600-h/Brushes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305823637117677778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onoR1VWoi6g/SaISfItFMNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_eyI5ItL5tM/s200/Brushes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With each day I’m becoming more aware of what I believe to be an important aspect of life: We need to take the time to enjoy. We need to take care of the progression of our lives, yes that is true, but I’m fairly certain that at least one point of this existence is recognizing what incredible things surround us. I don’t want to take a critic’s or even history’s word for how good or bad something is; I want to experience it for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000838167406497121-7492311242824183266?l=flickerout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerout.blogspot.com/feeds/7492311242824183266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flickerout.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000838167406497121/posts/default/7492311242824183266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000838167406497121/posts/default/7492311242824183266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerout.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-time.html' title='Taking the Time'/><author><name>Inkweaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230888065017128513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onoR1VWoi6g/SaIVH-eyR8I/AAAAAAAAABI/4Q8s0lSGY5I/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onoR1VWoi6g/SaIea0tUsiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WSJOj6YVGGk/s72-c/Violin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4000838167406497121.post-3916154794591591309</id><published>2009-02-21T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:01:47.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;In this new world of blogging and facebooking I've found myself quite satisfied as a mere bystander. Reading the thoughts of others is certainly entertaining, interesting, and at times even enlightening. Eventually though, you can't borrow someone else's log-in name anymore because they change the password, you have to take that step of commitment and get an account of your own. I have now taken that step.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;If forced to give a reason for reluctance, I would have to say that I was trying to stay "off the grid." In many movies and books you see people disappear from regular society and getting their fingerprints neutralized, or using painstaking care to conceal their identities in various ways. These people always tend to be the good guys in the story, the hero or heroine, hiding from whatever evil happens to be the daily special. Evil, on the other hand, is often portrayed as leading the masses, big wigs in modern society; essentially bad guys who are succeeding at that taking-over-the-world goal, with discreet tactics. So I guess, subconsciously, I've learned and have been hiding from the bad guys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My hope will be that in having a blog I’ll be participating in society enough to not fall behind the times. I’ll do my best to write for the good of mankind, rather than its destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4000838167406497121-3916154794591591309?l=flickerout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerout.blogspot.com/feeds/3916154794591591309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://flickerout.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventure-begins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000838167406497121/posts/default/3916154794591591309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4000838167406497121/posts/default/3916154794591591309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerout.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventure-begins.html' title='The Adventure Begins...'/><author><name>Inkweaver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08230888065017128513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onoR1VWoi6g/SaIVH-eyR8I/AAAAAAAAABI/4Q8s0lSGY5I/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
