<?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-3236535</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:03:27.498-05:00</updated><category term='Brave New World'/><category term='book review'/><title type='text'>Pertelote's Home</title><subtitle type='html'>Where I share my world with you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-7464405671293957586</id><published>2010-07-20T08:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:56:11.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night...</title><summary type='text'>"Get with the Lord or drive a Ford" ?!?! ROFL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/7464405671293957586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=7464405671293957586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7464405671293957586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7464405671293957586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-night.html' title='Last Night...'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3313159017726886017</id><published>2010-07-19T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:36:01.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Catching Up</title><summary type='text'>(or is that up catching?) Got my first set of new work shirts today. They fit well and seem very durable. Counting down the days, 34 to be exact.

From the track: I am torn between which is worse, being near someone whose personal hygiene is, shall we say less than adequate, or someone who has over-perfumed themselves and everything they are wearing? In the first instance there are those moments </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3313159017726886017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3313159017726886017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3313159017726886017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3313159017726886017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-catching-up.html' title='Just Catching Up'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-916366560248300809</id><published>2010-07-09T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:54:13.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><summary type='text'>ZeroHedge was hopping this week:

"Moral cowards always have the ability to ignore anything that would force them to grow some balls." CD

"An individual with integrity assumes, to his disadvantage, that other individuals will acknowledge the most obvious of circumstances." WW

"God it's like warning people to not swallow a handful of stupid." CPL

"Don't tell me you have never seen an oversold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/916366560248300809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=916366560248300809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/916366560248300809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/916366560248300809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/07/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3885103893662221237</id><published>2010-07-05T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:11:02.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dreamed</title><summary type='text'>again last night. In my dream I had been driving my truck and was stopped. A man got in and smiled at me and said, "I didn't think I'd see you again." His face was perfectly clear to me, and it was the face of a stranger and totally familiar at the same time. I think I know what his name was, but was it the name of the "familiar" or of the "stranger"?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3885103893662221237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3885103893662221237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3885103893662221237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3885103893662221237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dreamed.html' title='I Dreamed'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2503586286466304947</id><published>2010-07-04T06:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T06:14:19.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Conclusion...</title><summary type='text'>"We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2503586286466304947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2503586286466304947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2503586286466304947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2503586286466304947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-conclusion.html' title='In Conclusion...'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-4303897894081565737</id><published>2010-06-29T21:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:17:01.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Life Has Taught Me 3.</title><summary type='text'>Whichever side of a closed door a cat is on is the wrong side.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/4303897894081565737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=4303897894081565737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4303897894081565737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4303897894081565737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-life-has-taught-me-3.html' title='Things Life Has Taught Me 3.'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3866018728759885181</id><published>2010-06-27T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:18:05.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>View of...</title><summary type='text'>I have been following the news online today, and seeing the pictures out of Toronto is making me so sad and ill. For what purpose? Do their actions truly reflect their ideas? My beautiful city is being injured and marred by people who claim one philosophy in their words both written and spoken. But their bodies in motion tell of a different ideal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3866018728759885181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3866018728759885181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3866018728759885181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3866018728759885181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/view-of.html' title='View of...'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-4840108795829102580</id><published>2010-06-26T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:46:36.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Life Has Taught Me 2.</title><summary type='text'>When you put on a uniform there are people who seem to think it is OK to try to kill you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/4840108795829102580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=4840108795829102580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4840108795829102580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4840108795829102580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-life-has-taught-me-2.html' title='Things Life Has Taught Me 2.'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2791845595766862421</id><published>2010-06-24T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:57:47.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture</title><summary type='text'>Just for fun I took a picture of my bathroom at dusk.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2791845595766862421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2791845595766862421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2791845595766862421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2791845595766862421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5233323750499547015</id><published>2010-06-24T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:48:56.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember</title><summary type='text'>"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me." Is. 49:15,16</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5233323750499547015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5233323750499547015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5233323750499547015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5233323750499547015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-remember.html' title='I Remember'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8284951028123061384</id><published>2010-06-23T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:53:36.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Voice Strikes Again!</title><summary type='text'>lol:

Voicemail from:  (870) XXX-XXXX at 7:07 PM
 
"Yes, Lisa, This is SXXXX from the smoke shop back with store and my husband's laptop computers that a real bad virus, and I just got your number from Cherie us, so I thought I'd call and see if you could work on it or if you want me to bring an end the war or if you can give us a call back at XXX-XXXX. Thank you. Bye."

So, now my computer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8284951028123061384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8284951028123061384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8284951028123061384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8284951028123061384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/google-voice-strikes-again.html' title='Google Voice Strikes Again!'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3434599435982185598</id><published>2010-06-21T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:09:01.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Security</title><summary type='text'>The weakest link in any security plan is human. A misunderstanding of privacy leads to a lack of security. And yet, the best security system relies on humans. 

Pogo said it best.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3434599435982185598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3434599435982185598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3434599435982185598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3434599435982185598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/security.html' title='Security'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8940687245761277821</id><published>2010-06-20T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:09:11.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep, LEDs and music...</title><summary type='text'>I am nearly speechless. Should I admit that some of my ancestors came from Wales?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8940687245761277821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8940687245761277821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8940687245761277821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8940687245761277821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/sheep-leds-and-music.html' title='Sheep, LEDs and music...'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-6966471684916603859</id><published>2010-06-18T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:41:35.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DEBKAHfiles</title><summary type='text'>DEBKAH</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/6966471684916603859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=6966471684916603859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6966471684916603859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6966471684916603859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/debkahfiles.html' title='DEBKAHfiles'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5675365516362520936</id><published>2010-06-18T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:49:14.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Wrong</title><summary type='text'>Usually the arrival of a package from ThinkGeek is a happy time at the office. Goodies and tech equipment and a cool new catalogue for hours of fun. But the latest catalogue has a highly disturbing item in it. On page 3 is featured a new item entitled "Tell Me Your Secrets Bear" complete with an icon to "see the video" and a seal proclaiming "invented at thinkgeek." The blurb says: "Sweet, cuddly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5675365516362520936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5675365516362520936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5675365516362520936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5675365516362520936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-wrong.html' title='So Wrong'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3177824653299818562</id><published>2010-06-15T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:49:49.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in-ter-es-ting:</title><summary type='text'>(in'tri-sting) adj. 1.capable of holding one's attention. 2.arousing a feeling of interest. 3.oh God, oh God, we're all going to die.

heh. Thank you thinkgeek.

sigh. Tomorrow I will have to spend time in the company of a person who does not want to be with me. At least, that is what I can presume from his extreme reluctance to call me. I have an intern/apprentice/sidekick who has worked out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3177824653299818562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3177824653299818562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3177824653299818562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3177824653299818562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-ter-es-ting.html' title='in-ter-es-ting:'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1668921826962925377</id><published>2010-06-14T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:26:04.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My iPod</title><summary type='text'>wallpaper on my iPod:
"Things to do today:
1. get up
2. survive
3. go back to bed"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1668921826962925377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1668921826962925377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1668921826962925377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1668921826962925377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-my-ipod.html' title='I Love My iPod'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1981705863303032575</id><published>2010-06-13T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:28:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening</title><summary type='text'>Last night was the new moon so the planets were easily seen. The most delicate sliver of the new moon hangs below Venus in the western sky in the band of turquoise light that is the lat sign of the sun. I learned a long time ago to mark the days beginning at sunset and the turning of the year at the full moon after the autumnal equinox. There is a natural ease and logic to this arrangement, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1981705863303032575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1981705863303032575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1981705863303032575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1981705863303032575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/evening.html' title='Evening'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5229973299541833826</id><published>2010-06-12T18:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:59:05.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word</title><summary type='text'>I have been informed that the word that I was looking for is "nexus:"
1. a means of connection between members of a group or things in a series; link; bond
2. a connected group or series
3. the core or center
[from Latin: a binding together, from nectere to bind]
What a lovely word, I believe that she is correct.

addendum: from chat -
R:  heehee -- you know what happens when you put a nexus and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5229973299541833826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5229973299541833826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5229973299541833826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5229973299541833826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/word.html' title='A Word'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-7173439727025777058</id><published>2010-06-12T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:28:10.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A View From the Track</title><summary type='text'>This week's morning work-outs have been as varied as the days of the week. Monday the whole area was littered with garbage left from last Friday's Relay for Life event. Wednesday I tried ankle weights. After about a quarter of a mile I could feel it. On Thursday I saw that someone has bulldozed down large stretches of trees that bordered the park on the east side, so now we can get hit with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/7173439727025777058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=7173439727025777058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7173439727025777058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7173439727025777058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/view-from-track.html' title='A View From the Track'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5903032885200637255</id><published>2010-06-11T12:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:48:27.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><summary type='text'>I dreamed again last night. I was safe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5903032885200637255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5903032885200637255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5903032885200637255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5903032885200637255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5993298401159328541</id><published>2010-06-08T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:43:28.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Life Has Taught Me 1.</title><summary type='text'>Whichever side of a closed door a cat is on is the wrong side.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5993298401159328541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5993298401159328541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5993298401159328541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5993298401159328541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-life-has-taught-me-1.html' title='Things Life Has Taught Me 1.'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2584981217543825260</id><published>2010-06-07T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:54:33.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things My Father Taught Me 3.</title><summary type='text'>Every person who operates a motor vehicle should know how to check the engine fluid levels and do it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2584981217543825260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2584981217543825260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2584981217543825260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2584981217543825260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-my-father-taught-me-3.html' title='Things My Father Taught Me 3.'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1876059130005154339</id><published>2010-06-05T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:27:59.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Redux</title><summary type='text'>Tonight in one hour.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1876059130005154339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1876059130005154339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1876059130005154339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1876059130005154339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/concert-redux.html' title='Concert Redux'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8877261519957881428</id><published>2010-06-04T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:04:14.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Internet has broken the political system. One can only hope.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8877261519957881428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8877261519957881428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8877261519957881428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8877261519957881428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/internet-has-broken-political-system.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2614752781380722843</id><published>2010-06-04T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:16:39.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For A Word</title><summary type='text'>I have looked at the words "fate," "providence," "coincidence," "serendipity," and even "nemesis" trying to find just the right one to describe so much that happens to me. Serendipity is just plain goofy, nemesis has a negative connotation, and I have said that I do not believe in coincidences. I still do not. Maybe I am just seeing the connections. More than one person has told me that I think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2614752781380722843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2614752781380722843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2614752781380722843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2614752781380722843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-for-word.html' title='Looking For A Word'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8879438795060567108</id><published>2010-06-04T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:09:24.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><summary type='text'>Well! Today is National Donut Day! I feel better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8879438795060567108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8879438795060567108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8879438795060567108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8879438795060567108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-204748435914680696</id><published>2010-06-04T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:10:44.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Again</title><summary type='text'>Rehearsal last night because we are going to try to present our tornado-interrupted concert again on Saturday night. We keep joking that if the weather is at all bad, they may never ask us to sing there in the future! lol. However due to the amount of damage from the trip to the cellar on April 30 I have to buy new shoes and hose before the concert, and should have had my skirt dry-cleaned, so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/204748435914680696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=204748435914680696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/204748435914680696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/204748435914680696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/try-again.html' title='Try Again'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-7632334974181607368</id><published>2010-06-04T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:01:22.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding In Plain Sight</title><summary type='text'>"The government solution to a problem is usually as bad as the problem." Milton Friedman

Had a service call in Salem yesterday. It was interesting. As people prepare for what is coming, the manner in which they do it is as varied as they are. 

Sometimes it is good to see what others are doing, and how it sounds when they try to explain the why and what. Just a note, we are all staying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/7632334974181607368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=7632334974181607368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7632334974181607368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7632334974181607368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/hiding-in-plain-sight.html' title='Hiding In Plain Sight'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1551965235547820488</id><published>2010-06-03T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:53:53.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacy Thought</title><summary type='text'>Some people are terribly worried about having their cellphone numbers showing on facebook. I put mine on my account over a year ago and have never received a "weird" phone call. Of course I do get lots of wrong numbers looking for "Jenny" or "Tanya." But I suspect that has more to do with the fact that my business card is all over the county, and probably by now the surrounding locations.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1551965235547820488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1551965235547820488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1551965235547820488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1551965235547820488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/privacy-thought.html' title='Privacy Thought'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8753224893872581019</id><published>2010-06-02T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:08:04.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival Plans</title><summary type='text'>Awhile ago I wrote about a plan to eat from the garden and hunting. It sounds like such a good idea, but what people tend to forget is the fact that very few people each just plain vegetables and fruit. Most people add at least salt and pepper to food. These are easy staples to stock up on and store, but what about the other stuff you add to veggies? Most people around here would never serve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8753224893872581019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8753224893872581019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8753224893872581019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8753224893872581019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/survival-plans.html' title='Survival Plans'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-4494393571438888910</id><published>2010-06-02T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:47:48.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Email Account</title><summary type='text'>Found an old email account that I had forgotten about and it was still active! Cool, logged in and sent out a test message. Now I can check 8 different email accounts each day. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/4494393571438888910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=4494393571438888910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4494393571438888910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4494393571438888910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/email-account.html' title='Email Account'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-4878845765081830248</id><published>2010-06-02T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:20:26.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Message</title><summary type='text'>"Do as I say, not as I do."

I got behind a truck yesterday that was wearing a large sticker proclaiming using a particular version of the Bible as a guide for life. In the few miles I was behind it the driver ran two stop signs, failed to use direction signals at all, crossed the double yellow line, and failed to observe the speed limit. Makes you wonder.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/4878845765081830248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=4878845765081830248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4878845765081830248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4878845765081830248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/wrong-message.html' title='Wrong Message'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-7164274568121266835</id><published>2010-06-02T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:09:04.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><summary type='text'>Test drove a 2010 Dodge Challenger SE yesterday. And it was fun. The drivetrain is clearly 21st century, the completely electronic entry and ignition system was impressive. The speedometer registers up to 140 mph and I do believe it is capable of that speed easily. But the truly funny thing was the fact that the vehicle handled exactly like my 1993 Dodge Dakota. lol. I guess a Dodge is a Dodge.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/7164274568121266835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=7164274568121266835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7164274568121266835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7164274568121266835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-7218155279484420038</id><published>2010-06-01T07:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:35:57.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things My Father Taught Me 2.</title><summary type='text'>Stones in the treads will damage your tires. There is a blade on your pocketknife that will remove them. Use it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/7218155279484420038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=7218155279484420038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7218155279484420038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7218155279484420038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-my-father-taught-me-2.html' title='Things My Father Taught Me 2.'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1081635091193048526</id><published>2010-05-31T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:22:14.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Stuff</title><summary type='text'>I am uneasy, just feeling unsettled. Today was very quiet and ordinary. Worked for a few hours nicely uninterrupted and rather productive. Seems I qualified for a PELL Grant for the Fall Semester. Got in a couple of miles in at the track and got my hair cut. Rachel did a great job again! Spent a few minutes hanging out with the girl who cleans at work, just a mellow sort of day. And yet my sense </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1081635091193048526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1081635091193048526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1081635091193048526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1081635091193048526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/todays-stuff.html' title='Today&apos;s Stuff'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8240649933097783510</id><published>2010-05-31T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:58:24.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>If you buy and use a computer without reinstall media of some kind it is like buying and operating a vehicle with no registration and insurance. You will get by for a while, maybe even long enough to wear it out and replace it, but you risk losing everything if there is an accident.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8240649933097783510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8240649933097783510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8240649933097783510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8240649933097783510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/work-thoughts.html' title='Work Thoughts'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5918859369353613495</id><published>2010-05-31T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:15:47.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things My Father Taught Me 1.</title><summary type='text'>Do not ever aim a weapon at anything you do not fully intend to kill.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5918859369353613495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5918859369353613495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5918859369353613495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5918859369353613495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-my-father-taught-me-1.html' title='Things My Father Taught Me 1.'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-6241830152972358421</id><published>2010-05-31T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T05:37:29.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Thing</title><summary type='text'>A smug self-righteous attitude on the part of a person who attends a church is a detestable thing. They think because they are sitting in a church pew on Sunday morning that they are better than someone who isn't.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/6241830152972358421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=6241830152972358421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6241830152972358421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6241830152972358421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-thing.html' title='A Bad Thing'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-7797513307370713730</id><published>2010-05-30T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:16:55.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In My World</title><summary type='text'>"Einstein argued that [...] God is not capricious or arbitrary. No such faith comforts the software engineer." ~ Brooks

A funny and true story that illustrates how things go in my life. First for those who do not know, I cannot eat meat, that includes seafood, pork, beef, any of those fine foods that add so much to life. 

A few years ago we went to Blanchard Springs with some of my family that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/7797513307370713730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=7797513307370713730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7797513307370713730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7797513307370713730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-my-world.html' title='In My World'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-6861955973340167992</id><published>2010-05-30T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:40:52.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>Had another one of those experiences today where I did something I normally would not do, but listened to the quiet voice and obeyed. Within less than an hour it became clear what I had done was the right thing. I had no idea who I would meet where but someone I did not expect showed up and I was prepared. 

Days like this keep me from doubting what I do, even the things seem odd to other people.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/6861955973340167992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=6861955973340167992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6861955973340167992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6861955973340167992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5834554707665330931</id><published>2010-05-30T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T05:39:06.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Day at Work</title><summary type='text'>A customer calls and says, "My computer/laptop/CPU/modem won't turn on/turn off/do anything." When I arrive on location or they bring the unit to me, the reason for the problem usually becomes clear. And these units come from houses that are clean. The problem lies in the nature of electrical current. The entire inside of a computer is seething with electrons going about to allow the user to make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5834554707665330931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5834554707665330931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5834554707665330931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5834554707665330931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/typical-day-at-work.html' title='Typical Day at Work'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1769456889497748109</id><published>2010-05-30T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T08:14:38.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It always happens this way...</title><summary type='text'>I spent six hours yesterday detailing the Buick and the Dodge. It rained last night.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1769456889497748109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1769456889497748109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1769456889497748109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1769456889497748109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-always-happens-this-way.html' title='It always happens this way...'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-698822520630587243</id><published>2010-05-29T05:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T05:59:20.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><summary type='text'>This week marks one year since several events occurred which each by itself seemed innocuous enough, but combined have permanently altered my life to a point where it is nearly unrecognizable. Over the course of the last four years there have been three major disasters that have reshaped my life large steps at a time, this last year feels more like a fine grade of sand paper beginning to polish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/698822520630587243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=698822520630587243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/698822520630587243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/698822520630587243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-316026007577751148</id><published>2010-05-28T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:54:07.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Progress</title><summary type='text'>Last week I basically gave up my lovely customized home desktop computer. It was tough. I sacrificed it to become the media center. My morning schedule has been disrupted more than I realized. I usually pack away my laptop before I try to sleep so that I don't have to do it in the morning before leaving for work, so I wake up and no email or no checking the news online. And no TV either. Because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/316026007577751148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=316026007577751148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/316026007577751148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/316026007577751148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-own-progress.html' title='My Own Progress'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1390041736654037168</id><published>2010-05-28T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:20:42.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend's Plan</title><summary type='text'>A friend said that he only needs enough stuff stored to eat until the garden comes in. This is basically sound, but overlooks an important fact. I have experimented with eating only garden produce for a day at a time. The first time or two isn't bad, but by the third time in one week the fault of this plan begins to show. Even I, who do moderate level work was starving and exhausted by early </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1390041736654037168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1390041736654037168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1390041736654037168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1390041736654037168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/friends-plan.html' title='A Friend&apos;s Plan'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3696225838216234546</id><published>2010-05-28T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:10:00.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's Achievment</title><summary type='text'>On a whim I submitted a photo to TechRepublic's call for an Image Gallery entitled Cluttered Workspaces. lol, see if you can recognize my desk.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3696225838216234546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3696225838216234546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3696225838216234546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3696225838216234546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-weeks-achievment.html' title='This Week&apos;s Achievment'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5436815834175391548</id><published>2010-05-27T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:03:28.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talismans</title><summary type='text'>Talisman - 
1.  An object marked with magic signs and believed to confer on its bearer supernatural powers or protection.
2. Something that apparently has magic power.

A Bible is not a talisman. Church membership is not one either. There is no object on the face of the planet that can protect you magically, supernaturally or in any other way. I see the sad condition of people clinging to an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5436815834175391548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5436815834175391548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5436815834175391548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5436815834175391548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/talismans.html' title='Talismans'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1635943284595616806</id><published>2010-05-27T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:36:29.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Yourself</title><summary type='text'>Do you know your own weaknesses? The main reason for years that the military and intelligence communities did not allow homosexuals to serve was the threat of blackmail by enemy agents. It was a vulnerability that could be leveraged against the person making them a security risk. What in your life could someone use against you if they controlled your access to it? Can you wake up in the morning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1635943284595616806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1635943284595616806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1635943284595616806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1635943284595616806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/know-yourself.html' title='Know Yourself'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-6944512713782286511</id><published>2010-05-26T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:20:03.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivors' Club</title><summary type='text'>I think that everyone knows about the 80/20 rule, the principle that 20 percent of something always are responsible for 80 percent of the results (Pareto's Principle.) This applies to work, wealth, elections, almost everything that happens. I had recently heard the fact that faced with a true disaster (tornado, volcano, flood, war) 80 percent of people go into denial as a defense mechanism, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/6944512713782286511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=6944512713782286511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6944512713782286511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6944512713782286511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/survivors-club.html' title='Survivors&apos; Club'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2386956841966883907</id><published>2010-05-23T20:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:11:38.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><summary type='text'>"He who asks is a fool for five minutes, but he who does not ask remains a fool forever." - Chinese Proverb

Ignorance plus arrogance equals stupidity. Ignorance is not a choice, it is a condition which can be corrected. Stupidity is a choice, which by giving up arrogance, humbling yourself can be corrected.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2386956841966883907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2386956841966883907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2386956841966883907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2386956841966883907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2167955128289047782</id><published>2010-05-22T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:45:33.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And More Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>As I browse my network, sort of retrieving my files from the old desktop I noticed one too many nodes. I can account for the names that I have assigned, everyone who should be here is, but there is also a mystery entry "SKY-PC" Don't recognize, can see the "users" share on it, and after walking around the house several times cannot see anything that looks like a random computer. Very odd. 

lol, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2167955128289047782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2167955128289047782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2167955128289047782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2167955128289047782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-more-thoughts.html' title='And More Thoughts'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2401493212989392946</id><published>2010-05-22T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:41:13.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Today I gave up my desktop computer to allow it to become the media center for the house. My desk is gone, my mother has the monitor, and I am typing this on my laptop sitting on an ironing board in my bedroom. 

I also replaced the air filters on the Buick and Dodge today with K &amp; N products. The Dodge took about two minutes, the Buick nearly required surgery. I don't understand designing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2401493212989392946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2401493212989392946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2401493212989392946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2401493212989392946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/saturday-thoughts.html' title='Saturday thoughts'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-6648020822799984660</id><published>2010-05-21T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:57:09.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><summary type='text'>The world is divided into two kinds of people:  those who have tattoos, and those who are afraid of people with tattoos.  ~Author Unknown

The choice to have body art is personal. People get tattoos for various reasons, probably each is as different as the art that is chosen. When you make the decision to get inked you need to consider many things. Why am I getting this mark on my body? Does the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/6648020822799984660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=6648020822799984660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6648020822799984660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6648020822799984660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-6880989476341687731</id><published>2010-05-21T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T06:38:29.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><summary type='text'>Shakespeare said, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn'd" but a woman's open anger is nothing compared to the actions of a man who has had his path crossed. There is no limit to which he will not go, no deceit to which he will not stoop in an effort to soothe his bruised ego. Of course, Shakespeare also said the "men are deceivers ever" so I think he really knew where the fault lay.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/6880989476341687731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=6880989476341687731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6880989476341687731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6880989476341687731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5257021630747168309</id><published>2010-05-20T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:54:40.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Note</title><summary type='text'>If you are still in the stock market, now would be a good time to rethink your planning.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5257021630747168309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5257021630747168309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5257021630747168309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5257021630747168309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/financial-note.html' title='Financial Note'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3504058135891241913</id><published>2010-05-20T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T08:45:04.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>I had a horrifying dream on Saturday night. God forbid that it should come to be. Each night since then I have had dreams that are confusing and ugly. Last night was the weirdest of all, I was experiencing the storyline, and it was literally a scripted play. The scenery kept going from "real" to "stage" and there was a stage manager showing up with a script in his hand, watching us, prompting us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3504058135891241913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3504058135891241913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3504058135891241913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3504058135891241913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2199353473172073957</id><published>2010-05-18T18:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:05:08.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I believe that my iPod is the definition of random. Currently on it is music from Beethoven, Willie Nelson, Band of Skulls, Rammstein, Phil Collins, Fleetwood Mac, Moby, Alabama 3, Atticus Ross, The Chemical Brothers, Ramin Djawadi, John Fogerty, Falco, Nickelback, Johnny Cash, The Clash, Don Henley, Mannheim Steamroller, Band from TV, Rascal Flatts, Spinnerette, Santana and assorted other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2199353473172073957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2199353473172073957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2199353473172073957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2199353473172073957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-believe-that-my-ipod-is-definition-of.html' title='Musical thoughts'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2197373564107151720</id><published>2010-05-18T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:50:18.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe a bad idea</title><summary type='text'>The FDA plans to limit salt in food:

Washington Time

The salt industry answers:

An Opposing View</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2197373564107151720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2197373564107151720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2197373564107151720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2197373564107151720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-bad-idea.html' title='Maybe a bad idea'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3959354175788046700</id><published>2010-05-17T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:35:03.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week I was called "gorgeous," "beautiful thing," and "red-hot mama." lol, I really think it is the hormones. In a few weeks I'll probably look normal again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3959354175788046700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3959354175788046700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3959354175788046700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3959354175788046700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-week-i-was-called-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-4722875244355074262</id><published>2010-05-17T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:55:35.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts on a Subject</title><summary type='text'>"They'se men in this here country[0] that'd lie for 50 cents, when the truth'd get 'em a dollar." R.T. Johnson

[0] He was referring to northern Arkansas.

When Raybourne had known me for a few years, he felt he needed to tell me that because he had come to realize that I am a truthful person. That I would tell the truth to people and still thought that they were being honest with me. He was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/4722875244355074262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=4722875244355074262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4722875244355074262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4722875244355074262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/theyse-men-in-this-here-country0-thatd.html' title='Random Thoughts on a Subject'/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2709392459279585814</id><published>2010-05-17T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:58:27.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the most interesting aspects of the alpha male is the fact that he is often not aware of it, hardly conscience of his status. He just is. A man who thinks he is the leader or alpha and is always trying to assert himself is not. He is only a wannabe.

Another thing is because he is unaware of part of his nature he sometimes cannot explain why he feels the way he does. An alpha male in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2709392459279585814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2709392459279585814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2709392459279585814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2709392459279585814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-of-most-interesting-aspects-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-158651364337774868</id><published>2010-05-17T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:06:41.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nephalum, for Armed Forces Day, Memorial Day, Flag Day:

War Torn Soldier</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/158651364337774868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=158651364337774868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/158651364337774868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/158651364337774868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/nephalum-for-armed-forces-day-memorial.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3815490968823051817</id><published>2010-05-17T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:39:52.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>caffeine note: Sugar Free Crunk 16 oz, Valero, $2.29, 200mg for 10 calories.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3815490968823051817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3815490968823051817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3815490968823051817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3815490968823051817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/caffeine-note-sugar-free-crunk-16-oz.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-6543108639226242273</id><published>2010-05-17T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:02:03.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cannot for the life of me understand why someone would do this:

Using Augmented Reality To Treat Cockroach Phobia 

Fear of cockroaches is a healthy normal response to something horrible. I feel that my response to these creatures is exactly what is should be; kill them. Now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/6543108639226242273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=6543108639226242273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6543108639226242273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6543108639226242273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cannot-for-life-of-me-understand-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3131609745772718353</id><published>2010-05-16T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:22:14.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I bought a new laptop last December and am completely satisfied with it. However, when I read reviews of laptops on any tech magazine site nothing from that line is ever included. Mine is perfectly functional, does everything I ask of a work unit and sure didn't cost anything like $1,400.00 that most of the "general purpose" laptops that they show do. So I wonder, did I get the only good unit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3131609745772718353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3131609745772718353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3131609745772718353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3131609745772718353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-bought-new-laptop-last-december-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-623350362271429931</id><published>2010-05-10T06:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:15:01.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>India's "tamper-proof" voting machines hacked:

http://yro.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=10/05/10/0342218</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/623350362271429931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=623350362271429931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/623350362271429931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/623350362271429931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/indias-tamper-proof-voting-machines.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8267891356380337325</id><published>2010-05-09T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:06:15.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"They sow the wind, and reap the whirlwind. The stalk has no head; it will produce no flour. Were it to yield grain, foreigners would swallow it up"
Hosea 8:7</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8267891356380337325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8267891356380337325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8267891356380337325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8267891356380337325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/they-sow-wind-and-reap-whirlwind.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-9072447233462719619</id><published>2010-05-08T21:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:17:57.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.investors.com/NewsAndAnalysis/Article.aspx?id=532771

"Meanwhile, In Nashville" an excellent commentary on media bias.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/9072447233462719619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=9072447233462719619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/9072447233462719619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/9072447233462719619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1738347588301712654</id><published>2010-05-08T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:07:10.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do not withhold good from those who deserve it, when it is in your power to act.
Do not say to your neighbor, "Come back later; I'll give it tomorrow" when you now have it with you.
 Proverbs 3:27, 28</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1738347588301712654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1738347588301712654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1738347588301712654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1738347588301712654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-not-withhold-good-from-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-7464848675468997668</id><published>2010-05-08T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:48:20.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Then the LORD said to Cain, "Where is your brother Abel?"
"I don't know," he replied, "Am I my brother's keeper?"
The LORD said, "What have you done? Listen! Your brother's blood cries out to me from the ground."
Genesis 4:9, 10

 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/7464848675468997668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=7464848675468997668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7464848675468997668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7464848675468997668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/then-lord-said-to-cain-where-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8351524117134079655</id><published>2010-05-07T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T13:18:29.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>18 October 1787

To the Citizens of the State of  New York

"...It is proper here to remark, that the authority to lay and collect taxes is the most important of any power that can be granted; it connects with it almost all other powers, or at least will in process of time draw all other after it; it is the great means of protection, security, and defence, in a good government, and the great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8351524117134079655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8351524117134079655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8351524117134079655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8351524117134079655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/18-october-1787-to-citizens-of-state-of_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5595136548252737780</id><published>2010-05-07T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:05:28.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the coyotes bark, the dogs answer; when the wolf howls, the dogs hide.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5595136548252737780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5595136548252737780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5595136548252737780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5595136548252737780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-coyotes-bark-dogs-answer-when-wolf.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8970260087325978517</id><published>2010-05-06T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:24:53.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perhaps I should change my handle to "Cassandra." I want to tell what I saw, but who will believe me? For weeks now I have been disturbed by the idea of a disaster, a river, and the city of Nashville. I did not see the Cumberland specifically, or a date or anything like that, but enough that I was unhappy. Last Thursday I posted on facebook that within 24 hours something would happen that would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8970260087325978517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8970260087325978517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8970260087325978517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8970260087325978517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/perhaps-i-should-change-my-handle-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-6566700131644477227</id><published>2010-05-05T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T06:33:05.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What is sauce for the goose, is sauce for the gander."

tee hee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/6566700131644477227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=6566700131644477227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6566700131644477227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/6566700131644477227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-sauce-for-goose-is-sauce-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5356856770224545538</id><published>2010-05-04T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T13:14:55.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>18 October 1787

To the Citizens of the State of New York

"...But remember, when the people once part with power, they can seldom or never resume it again but by force." "Brutus" Essay I pp 5

These essays appeared in the New York Journal as part of the Constitutional Convention Debates. 
 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5356856770224545538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5356856770224545538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5356856770224545538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5356856770224545538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/18-october-1787-to-citizens-of-state-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3718571793538247205</id><published>2010-05-04T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:10:33.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I always do my duty, if I follow the orders set before me, if I am obedient to my commander, what will be the outcome? There is no guarantee that I will retire peacefully, I might be ordered to sacrifice my life in the line of duty. Whatever my orders, they are my orders and must be obeyed. What my commander sends another unit to do is not my concern, nor are my orders for them to question.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3718571793538247205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3718571793538247205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3718571793538247205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3718571793538247205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-always-do-my-duty-if-i-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3056457732410579556</id><published>2010-05-04T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:40:56.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have with my waking eyes seen demons. I have sensed the presence of a guardian angel, as I stood and looked at a situation that would certainly have resulted in my death. Then one day I looked into a pair of eyes as my hand was held and wondered who this was that was there for me. I might have seen that angel, but I really don't believe that they interfere often in the lives of people.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3056457732410579556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3056457732410579556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3056457732410579556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3056457732410579556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-with-my-waking-eyes-seen-demons.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3808008072601741717</id><published>2009-12-16T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:57:10.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"In fact, the only thing I do care about is the fact that I can't care about anything." Wesley Gibson - Wanted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3808008072601741717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3808008072601741717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3808008072601741717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3808008072601741717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-fact-only-thing-i-do-care-about-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-7022163724889798248</id><published>2009-12-08T11:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:51:39.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reason 8: forgot to charge phone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/7022163724889798248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=7022163724889798248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7022163724889798248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7022163724889798248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/12/reason-8-forgot-to-charge-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-7411615826609903596</id><published>2009-12-07T19:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:39:49.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Bring the rain"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/7411615826609903596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=7411615826609903596' title='0 Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-394322214311510019</id><published>2009-12-06T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:16:19.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Need to download pictures from my camera and cellphone, but don't feel like doing anything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/394322214311510019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=394322214311510019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/394322214311510019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I think I drove through the worst of it into town, there were places where the water on the road was pushing my car around. When I get home I will have to check the pond, it is still muddy from Sunday morning's rain. The weather has managed to stay fairly cool for this time of year and the pansies are still blooming nicely.I started reading Cryptonomicon this week. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5188416574037845709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5188416574037845709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5188416574037845709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5188416574037845709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/06/intense-storm-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1905119302734110192</id><published>2009-06-16T10:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:07:41.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week's book club was fun. The"Guernsey" book was easy to read and filled with lots of factoids. The plot was silly enough to mitigate the images of death that filled these peoples' lives, but not so out of line to ruin the read. One of the things I most enjoyed was the list of all the authors and works that inspired the characters. Charles Lamb kicks off the list, and then we find Wordsworth</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1905119302734110192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1905119302734110192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1905119302734110192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1905119302734110192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-weeks-book-club-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8717783339459748094</id><published>2009-06-08T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:03:23.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It took the fish only a day to figure out that I bring food at dusk. The turtles seemed to take a few days longer, but now they arrive promptly to greet me. The flower garden is blooming pleasantly and the humming birds are dominating the front yard. So far this June has been lovely. Spending time with the fish, turtles, flowers, dragonflies and humming birds keeps my life balanced.Today on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8717783339459748094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8717783339459748094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8717783339459748094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8717783339459748094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-took-fish-only-day-to-figure-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8319807974780017200</id><published>2009-04-14T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:02:20.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brave New World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday night is Book Club and this month's book is Brave New World. I am looking forward to the discussion. It was written in 1932 about at the middle of Huxley's prolific career. The tone of the book is so different from Nineteen Eighty-Four and yet the horror is the same. At the end the protagonist is defeated by the contrived society by which he is surrounded. In Huxley's letter to Orwell he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8319807974780017200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8319807974780017200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8319807974780017200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8319807974780017200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday-night-is-book-club-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-3400270421460625040</id><published>2009-04-13T19:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:33:34.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Took an inventory of my gadgets today; several desktops, a Nintendo DS Lite (pink), Motorola cellphone, Palm Tungsten, Freeloader solar unit, ColdHeat soldering tool, assorted cordless phones, a Dustbuster, 2 weather radios, DVD player, digital camera, router, car-only XM radio.Quite the collection and there are probably others, but what is missing? A "real" radio or a clock or a watch. I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/3400270421460625040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=3400270421460625040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3400270421460625040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/3400270421460625040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/04/took-inventory-of-my-gadgets-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-1880511323281871013</id><published>2009-04-01T06:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:15:24.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess the Internet survived Conflicker's latest iteration. It also seems to be surviving the release of Legends of Zork. And today's UserFriendly/Wateringhole strips are brilliant. Next off to Think Geek to see what Timmy has planned for today.I have been so hysterically busy for the last few days that any reading time has evaporated. I even had to work on Saturday, a least favorite choice. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/1880511323281871013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=1880511323281871013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1880511323281871013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/1880511323281871013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-internet-survived-conflickers.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-457841067728915674</id><published>2009-03-31T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:16:40.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The dogwoods are blooming. Driving to work this morning I saw the drifts of white shining through the rain-soaked woods like lost snow drifts suspended in time and space. The spring flowering trees always look best after a good rain. In case you haven't guessed yet, I live in the woods. Each of the last three years have been devastating to the woods, but still they thrive. In 2007 we had a freak </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/457841067728915674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=457841067728915674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/457841067728915674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/457841067728915674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/03/dogwoods-are-blooming.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-793880988600418936</id><published>2009-03-27T19:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:59:53.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worked like crazy this week. Just plain exhausted, and need to rest. There are three sad laptops sitting on the table behind me and two laptops and three desktops waiting back at the office. Have hardware on order for several other clients, and all I want to do is sleep. Probably will kick around a little, get my second wind and re-enter the arena of Malware and Trojans. Did ancient Troy have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/793880988600418936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=793880988600418936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/793880988600418936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/793880988600418936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/03/worked-like-crazy-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-2141348752562541169</id><published>2009-03-26T20:11:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:53:13.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chose to select my Five Favorite Films for facebook. It was hard to choose and I left out some I really love like "Gone in Sixty Seconds" Actually almost any Jerry Bruckheimer film works for me. I feel like he is someone I could like in person. One can only hope.Twitter has turned out to be much more interesting than I had thought. I am only following 19 people, but their tweets make great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/2141348752562541169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=2141348752562541169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2141348752562541169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/2141348752562541169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/03/chose-to-select-my-five-favorite-films.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-4047856054308311049</id><published>2009-03-24T21:34:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:14:07.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It is necessary in the first instance that the parties in the market should be free to sell and buy at any price at which they can find a partner to the transaction and that anybody should be free to produce, sell, and buy anything that may be produced or sold at all." Hayek.  So straight forward and so simple, and yet utopia. In other words, unattainable. But the closer any society can come to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/4047856054308311049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=4047856054308311049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4047856054308311049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4047856054308311049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-necessary-in-first-instance-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-7918632660558720732</id><published>2009-03-24T21:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:29:15.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thunderous rain storm today. High winds and lightning added to the excitement. Later I walked down to the pond and listened to the frogs peeping, chirping and croaking. A red-tailed hawk glided by, so silent and smooth. I love being here after the rain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/7918632660558720732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=7918632660558720732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7918632660558720732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/7918632660558720732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/03/thunderous-rain-storm-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-4055656262722189390</id><published>2009-03-21T06:49:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:12:32.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When disaster strikes who do we protect? When Pompeii was destroyed people huddled together and died. When the Titanic sank, some brave souls helped others to safety, but mothers put their arms out to their own children, a husband reached to reassure his own wife. When we fled our home last year ahead of a killer tornado, we sat together in a storm shelter. When disaster strikes we instinctively </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/4055656262722189390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=4055656262722189390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4055656262722189390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4055656262722189390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-disaster-strikes-who-do-we-protect.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-5585150631055782512</id><published>2009-03-19T13:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:34:08.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deep into Hayek's "The Road to Serfdom." It causes me to stop and think that many authors from the first half of the twentieth century felt the need to clearly define the terms they used in non-fiction works. Working through Chapter 3 and he is still clarifying what the terms used to mean, what some other people have used them to mean, and what he means when he uses them for the rest of the book.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/5585150631055782512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=5585150631055782512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5585150631055782512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/5585150631055782512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-into-hayeks-road-to-serfdom.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-8290668417534603609</id><published>2009-03-15T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:29:04.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weather is slowing improving. After the ice storm, of course, *anything* would feel better!The gardens are starting to return to life and the lilac's buds are showing. And the cats are spring-crazy.The workload is going well. But I wonder about what people don't seem to care if I see. Some of the files on units I have worked on, are at least of questionable taste. Some might be illegal. Can I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/8290668417534603609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=8290668417534603609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8290668417534603609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/8290668417534603609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/03/weather-is-slowing-improving.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-4764442488798234236</id><published>2009-02-05T16:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:03:33.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In about 90 minutes I will be returning to a building that I have not been in for exactly one year. Today is the first anniversary of the Tornado and there will be a memorial service in the Community Building where last year I was working the Primary Election when the firefighters came in and told us to get to shelter. We have just spent the last nine days without electricity in freezing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/4764442488798234236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=4764442488798234236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4764442488798234236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4764442488798234236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-about-90-minutes-i-will-be-returning.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-4389045749098983319</id><published>2009-01-16T10:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:32:18.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bitter cold this morning, there was ice on the front door. As I looked out the window I could see the red blaze of sunrise on the tops of the trees and houses. The sky was stark clear. I thought you rarely see such a clear red sunrise in the middle of winter, and wondered what the weather would bring. It brought snow.Got Open Office and FireFox loaded on Methuselah yesterday after I upped the RAM</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/4389045749098983319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=4389045749098983319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4389045749098983319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/4389045749098983319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/01/bitter-cold-this-morning-there-was-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3236535.post-649345965346817990</id><published>2009-01-13T14:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:25:58.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Very cold today and windy. Trying an Ubuntu 8.10 Live CD on a rather dead Toshiba laptop. Don't think it is going to work. I am probably not going to gut it and look for loose connections on the motherboard, and the new hard drive did not work, so this may be it's last chance.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/feeds/649345965346817990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3236535&amp;postID=649345965346817990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/649345965346817990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3236535/posts/default/649345965346817990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pertelote.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-cold-today-and-windy.html' title=''/><author><name>Pertelote</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721944712743992552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n3UGTbviqWc/S-YOYMKH-7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jGXFiYkq8yM/S220/apr+macro+033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
