<?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-4332338790227505971</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:52:55.098-05:00</updated><category term='BBC'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='illness'/><category term='hormones'/><category term='curtains'/><category term='beer'/><category term='UK Election 2010'/><category term='finances'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='attraction'/><category term='loss'/><category term='melancholy'/><category term='UK politics'/><category term='nature'/><category term='internet access'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='art'/><category term='Alex Ross'/><category term='tom waits'/><category 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term='internet'/><category term='mom'/><category term='american foreign policy'/><category term='neurosis'/><category term='bill moyers'/><category term='Brooklyn Botanical Gardens'/><category term='fatigue'/><category term='squirrels'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='Iron Man'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Leonard Cohen'/><category term='hang-over'/><category term='calm'/><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='international politics'/><category term='bluegrass'/><category term='SCOTUS'/><category term='budget'/><category term='photography'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Brahms'/><category term='New York City'/><category term='Battlestar Galactica'/><category term='goals'/><category term='music'/><category term='compassion'/><category term='Washington Heights'/><category term='television'/><category term='bacon'/><category term='life'/><category term='literature'/><category term='self-awareness'/><category term='reverence'/><category term='economics'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='quiet'/><category term='running'/><category term='pathology'/><category term='kindness'/><category term='blinds'/><category term='food'/><category term='discipline'/><category term='eating'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='disappointing snacks'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='career'/><category term='risks'/><category term='fear'/><category term='crack cocaine'/><category term='dolly parton'/><category term='hermes'/><title type='text'>I break my silence like the wind.</title><subtitle type='html'>Every girl needs an outlet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/'/><link 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term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard Cohen'/><title type='text'>The Best Kind of Charlatan</title><summary type='text'>"Poetry comes from a place that no one commands, that no one conquers. So I feel somewhat like a charlatan to accept an award﻿ for an activity which I do not command. In other words, if I knew where the good songs came from I would go there more often."

-- Leonard Cohen, accepting the 2011 Prince of Asturias Award for Letters 

He went on to tell a beautiful story about how he found his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2968234317619616175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-kind-of-charlatan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2968234317619616175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2968234317619616175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/11/best-kind-of-charlatan.html' title='The Best Kind of Charlatan'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VIR5ps8usuo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-2532911025307269437</id><published>2011-09-01T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:36:16.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't call it "white."</title><summary type='text'>I'm really disappointed with myself. I told a small lie to try and save face about something I should have done months ago. It was so stupid -- I was embarrassed that I hadn't remembered to take care of it, and ashamed that it's gonna be hard to do right now, since I'm coming off of the summer income drought and can't really afford to pay what it's gonna cost to square this away.

Still, there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2532911025307269437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wouldnt-call-it-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2532911025307269437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2532911025307269437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wouldnt-call-it-white.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t call it &quot;white.&quot;'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5373345599309887948</id><published>2011-08-30T01:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:19:52.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='navel gazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cynicism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurosis'/><title type='text'>HGTV'd, for REALZ</title><summary type='text'>I've spent an unpardonable amount of time watching HGTV over the past several weeks. It makes me feel like a bit of a numbnuts -- same stupid formulas recycled in show after show (not to mention the 22 minutes of life I lose every hour I let its dull glow penetrate my skull and destroy my motivation and capacity for independent thought). But it represents something else -- reinvention and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5373345599309887948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/hgtvd-for-realz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5373345599309887948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5373345599309887948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/hgtvd-for-realz.html' title='HGTV&apos;d, for REALZ'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6THeRGm9uk/TlxuKHCC4xI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DUb3AUWk22o/s72-c/popeyepainting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-626778098349635665</id><published>2011-08-28T18:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T19:54:40.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington Heights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Home</title><summary type='text'>Just returned home from an easy run. Things outside feel different, good -- breezy, cool, open, fallish. I'd like to say that this is the start of a plan -- I'll go running three times a week, hit the gym three times a week, yaddayadda. That never, ever works for me. So I'm trying something different. I'll go when I can. And if I can't, that's okay. No beating myself up over a failure of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/626778098349635665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/626778098349635665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/626778098349635665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VFPr09Gqzw/TlrTjvPSgII/AAAAAAAAAmE/XZufOUWnNtE/s72-c/IMG00757-20110828-1921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-3064842432127191473</id><published>2011-08-24T02:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T02:23:02.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill moyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrity'/><title type='text'>He's baaaaaaaaack...(soon)...</title><summary type='text'>The great Bill Moyers is coming back to television in January, 2012. Best news I've had in months. I think I'll celebrate by whipping out (and watching) my DVD of The Power of Myth.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3064842432127191473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/hes-baaaaaaaaacksoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3064842432127191473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3064842432127191473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/hes-baaaaaaaaacksoon.html' title='He&apos;s baaaaaaaaack...(soon)...'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntmjAXtctxw/TlSWxjhhWkI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Oe_A1yYHlFk/s72-c/youngunclebill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-7605256837951685960</id><published>2011-08-22T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:52:32.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorrie Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>A Gate at the Stairs: Thoughts, Observations</title><summary type='text'>Lorrie Moore's writing rips your heart to pieces and then asks plainly that you deal with it and move on. It is hard and unrelenting and also gentle and kind and wholly empathic. I've read reviews of her work that range from "brainy, humane, unpretentious and warm; seemingly effortlessly lyrical" (Jonathan Lethem, New York Times, 2009) to "jarringly cute," and loaded with "impossibly overblown </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7605256837951685960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/gate-at-stairs-thoughts-observations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7605256837951685960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7605256837951685960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/gate-at-stairs-thoughts-observations.html' title='&lt;i&gt;A Gate at the Stairs&lt;/i&gt;: Thoughts, Observations'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHEMG5jeEZQ/TlMF-tB1lEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Cs9KKiYYBEk/s72-c/GateattheStairsCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-7082801454096962558</id><published>2011-08-21T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T11:34:14.769-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observations'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am quite sure that, at 11:30am on a Sunday, someone is smoking weed right outside my living room window. That, plus thunder and wind all swishy through the trees and, otherwise, quiet, make for a good start to the day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7082801454096962558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-quite-sure-that-at-1130am-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7082801454096962558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7082801454096962558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-quite-sure-that-at-1130am-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-8416101894643831139</id><published>2011-08-10T00:24:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:07:42.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civil unrest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK Riots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><title type='text'>Sorry, Gil -- it appears the Revolution is being streamed live via webcam.</title><summary type='text'>I read The Guardian regularly, and have followed their coverage of the News Corp/News International phone hacking scandal closely. Over the past week, I've been all over the UK riots. I sat on the subway home tonight thinking about how powerfully insulated the developed West is from the reality of the rest of the world. Think about the police states and dictatorships in Latin America, Southeast </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8416101894643831139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/sorry-gil-it-appears-revolution-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8416101894643831139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8416101894643831139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/08/sorry-gil-it-appears-revolution-is.html' title='Sorry, Gil -- it appears the Revolution is being streamed live via webcam.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qq1wK9tYTDg/TkIIJxW845I/AAAAAAAAAlc/N-THIQIVPok/s72-c/ukriotshoodedkidburningcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-1369944442700327813</id><published>2011-06-23T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:10:15.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>This is the view outside my living room window. Pitter-patty rain; otherwise, silent. These are the best days to live in this apartment.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1369944442700327813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-view-outside-my-living-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1369944442700327813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1369944442700327813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-view-outside-my-living-room.html' title='This is the view outside my living room window. Pitter-patty rain; otherwise, silent. These are the best days to live in this apartment.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vkYGOpkvGa4/TgNzQyjReZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ykfzOF23WKU/s72-c/outsidelivingrmwindow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-4955956980346382139</id><published>2011-06-23T02:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T07:59:16.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louis CK'/><title type='text'>Donald Rumsfeld Is a Lizard from Outer Space that Eats Mexican Babies</title><summary type='text'>The second season of Louis CK's show "Louie" premieres Thursday, June 23 at 10:30pm on FX. He is a fucking genius, and you should watch. I have no problem calling you an idiot and an asshole for not doing so.Until then, get a load of this:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4955956980346382139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/06/donald-rumsfeld-is-lizard-from-outer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4955956980346382139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4955956980346382139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/06/donald-rumsfeld-is-lizard-from-outer.html' title='Donald Rumsfeld Is a Lizard from Outer Space that Eats Mexican Babies'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dK8Y2nO_8TM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-1767760806800714488</id><published>2011-06-23T01:47:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:44:37.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pathology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidney stones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appearance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Wha Happen?</title><summary type='text'>The War on Me is going about as well as Afghanistan.This and next week are intense, day job-wise. The program I work for begins next Monday and, because I'm only part time, I don't have enough hours to get everything done, so I effectively become full time. So I'm hammering away and, as I reach the saturation point, I am making some seriously stupid mistakes. Mostly careless, really, but also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1767760806800714488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/06/wha-happen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1767760806800714488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1767760806800714488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/06/wha-happen.html' title='Wha Happen?'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vsExpeK_1E/TgLTWa-c9JI/AAAAAAAAAlA/TRMHBtp0Tzw/s72-c/self-loathing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-2311702676875177739</id><published>2011-02-09T00:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T01:10:03.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>War on Me</title><summary type='text'>I've just declared war on my consumer debt. Last summer's purchase of a brand new laptop, a new TV, and two air conditioners really set me back. This is unacceptable.I've also given myself two goals, both reasonably achievable:1) Run the Memorial Day Half Marathon in Lenox, MA.2) Sing a full opera role in my kinda-new fach.I need tangibles. It's the only way I can break out of this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2311702676875177739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-just-declared-war-on-my-consumer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2311702676875177739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2311702676875177739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-just-declared-war-on-my-consumer.html' title='War on Me'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TVIvmM9uBWI/AAAAAAAAAj4/M9rfBPHqP7A/s72-c/running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-3283136744977074254</id><published>2011-02-05T21:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:55:09.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NY Philharmonic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music criticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Ross'/><title type='text'>NY Phil's 2011-12 Season</title><summary type='text'>The New Yorker's music critic Alex Ross has a really terrific blog post about the NY Philharmonic's upcoming season. He also mentions the recent rolling out of the Phil's digital archive, which has a tremendous amount of correspondence and documents detailing the organization's backroom inner workings. It includes access to Leonard Bernstein's conducting scores, a score of the Mahler 1 that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3283136744977074254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/02/ny-phils-2011-12-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3283136744977074254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3283136744977074254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/02/ny-phils-2011-12-season.html' title='NY Phil&apos;s 2011-12 Season'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TU4L-njfHbI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kd8NgWs5KFg/s72-c/new-york-philharmonic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-6391205422745725679</id><published>2011-01-28T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:32:24.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american foreign policy'/><title type='text'>Made in USA</title><summary type='text'>"This is America. This is the democracy you bring us." This is what an Egyptian holding a tear gas canister labeled "Made in the USA" said to Richard Engle, NBC News' Cheif Foreign Correspondent, who is currently reporting on the riots in Cairo.Everything we say and do matters. Everything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6391205422745725679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/01/made-in-usa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6391205422745725679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6391205422745725679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/01/made-in-usa.html' title='Made in USA'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TUN7VnxcriI/AAAAAAAAAjk/aK0bOmfM84U/s72-c/tear-gas-canister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-8183559119993771077</id><published>2011-01-13T10:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:24:39.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Qurazy</title><summary type='text'>And once again, it seems, my oversensitivity caused me to read something into a situation that wasn't there. Breathe, Ranta. Breathe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8183559119993771077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/01/qurazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8183559119993771077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8183559119993771077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/01/qurazy.html' title='Qurazy'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-2954438579824361830</id><published>2011-01-13T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T09:03:30.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot</title><summary type='text'>I hate when I say something that can be hurtful to someone, do it in the most clueless way, and only realize how insensitive it was hours later. I'm a fucking idiot. I must make it better.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2954438579824361830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/01/idiot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2954438579824361830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2954438579824361830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/01/idiot.html' title='Idiot'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-6961102550389956330</id><published>2011-01-04T01:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:34:45.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>"The anarchic cause of snow..."</title><summary type='text'>I took this photo at the end of last May and can't stop looking at it. There's something both luscious and restrained about the flower. The shape is inviting but there something really Victorian about the color (little naughty tiny yellow and white stripes peaking out, too!). Vivid and rich but antique and a bit untouchable. It's a seductive combination. This is a far-off dream. Five months away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6961102550389956330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/01/anarchic-cause-of-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6961102550389956330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6961102550389956330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2011/01/anarchic-cause-of-snow.html' title='&quot;The anarchic cause of snow...&quot;'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TSLDtR7v2uI/AAAAAAAAAjc/qM-2aObQamY/s72-c/IMG_0831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-2051848305235480962</id><published>2010-12-29T01:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T03:08:24.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-awareness'/><title type='text'>Becoming Less of an Asshole, One "Thank You" Note at a Time</title><summary type='text'>I'm really bad at sending cards at birthdays and holidays, and also "Thank You" notes. I haven't figured out quite why it's so difficult for me. I always tell myself that I'll get to it, but always find a reason to make it the lowest possible priority and, finally, to forget.It's not that I'm not grateful. I feel very grateful all the time. But I think I'm extremely self-involved. It's been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2051848305235480962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/12/becoming-less-of-asshole-one-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2051848305235480962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2051848305235480962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/12/becoming-less-of-asshole-one-thank-you.html' title='Becoming Less of an Asshole, One &quot;Thank You&quot; Note at a Time'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TRroukZlY4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/RO6n-d4zfi0/s72-c/thank-you-card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-261267842994586491</id><published>2010-12-28T00:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:44:49.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Meat the Family</title><summary type='text'>I ate the most perfectly cooked prime rib this weekend. I mean, it was perfect in every way -- the seasoning was generous but didn't overwhelm the flavor of the meat, which was an exquisite pink in the center and only less so by infinitely small grades as you got closer to the outside. And the thin strips of fat left clinging to its outside contained just the right amount of moisture. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/261267842994586491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/12/meat-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/261267842994586491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/261267842994586491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/12/meat-family.html' title='Meat the Family'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TRl0at5laoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/cYwfyDNgwII/s72-c/ribroast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-7614847304335735576</id><published>2010-12-23T16:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:07:24.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tyranny of the English Cathedral Choral Aesthetic</title><summary type='text'>Like a modern-day Benedict Arnold, Eric Whitacre gives flimsy, bullshit reasons why the British have better choirs than his fellow Americans.According to Whitacre, it's "tuning," "sight-reading," "tone," "knowledge."Give me a full, round, well-tuned Robert Shaw group any day. The sopranos are singing with round, clean, clear vibrato. Perfectly in tune and elegantly articulated. Here are two clips</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7614847304335735576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/12/tyranny-of-english-cathedral-choral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7614847304335735576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7614847304335735576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/12/tyranny-of-english-cathedral-choral.html' title='The Tyranny of the English Cathedral Choral Aesthetic'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-3814698236855787145</id><published>2010-12-22T23:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:46:55.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Emptiness and Pine</title><summary type='text'>Blogs are self-indulgent. So is any kind of public writing. Some of it is really well done, and a lot of it is crap. Sometimes this blog is kinda interesting and sometimes it's kinda mastubatory. I'm not quite sure why I do it. Lately, I've had a hard time finding things I feel comfortable blathering on about publicly. So the blog is ignored and I feel guilty about it. Again, not sure why. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3814698236855787145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/12/emptiness-and-pine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3814698236855787145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3814698236855787145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/12/emptiness-and-pine.html' title='Emptiness and Pine'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TRLSVm0I05I/AAAAAAAAAjA/lQpJRbBDhHQ/s72-c/IMG_1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-7243264226721511350</id><published>2010-12-13T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:42:20.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Part of the life thang, when it's satisfying, is feeling you matter to someone or something. When I close my eyes, I keep seeing a diminuendo marking. I prefer a double bar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7243264226721511350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/11/part-of-life-thang-when-its-satisfying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7243264226721511350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7243264226721511350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/11/part-of-life-thang-when-its-satisfying.html' title=''/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-2095328943771883313</id><published>2010-11-17T21:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:32:11.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Baby Cupcakes, Baby Borg</title><summary type='text'>Quite a three weeks I've had. I have a million little things to say, none of which are particularly connected.Tonight I baked my first of cupcakes ever -- from scratch -- as a test batch for Thanksgiving dessert. But because I don't know how to do anything the easy or small way, I go for the Holy Grail of cupcakes. Red Velvet Cupcakes. I found two recipes -- one from Magnolia Bakery recipe and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2095328943771883313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-cupcakes-baby-borg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2095328943771883313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2095328943771883313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-cupcakes-baby-borg.html' title='Baby Cupcakes, Baby Borg'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TOSxyWnmL-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/yFANgc6AYS4/s72-c/alg_red_velvet_cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-3924157950557314783</id><published>2010-10-25T00:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:23:27.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*sound that hamsters make when they do their spinny-wheel thing*</title><summary type='text'>Ugh -- I hate this feeling.More energy than my body can handle, no real outlet for it. I feel like I'm gonna burst. I'd go for another run today (went out yesterday), but I'm still a little too on-and-off with my trots and it would probably end up with my right leg extremely pissed off at me.Usually, my Sunday morning mercenary work (singing for Jesus, getting paid) is enough to take it out of me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3924157950557314783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/sound-that-hamsters-make-when-they-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3924157950557314783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3924157950557314783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/sound-that-hamsters-make-when-they-do.html' title='*sound that hamsters make when they do their spinny-wheel thing*'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5167813384843192118</id><published>2010-10-11T17:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:20:41.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social responsibility'/><title type='text'>How to Help Gene Cranick</title><summary type='text'>Remember that poor guy, Gene Cranick, who lost his home (and more) to a fire because he forgot to pay a $75 fee to Obion County to guarantee service from the Fire Department? Now, there's a way to help him out with some cash.You may send a donation through postal mail at:Gene or Mildred Paulette CranickSpecial AccountC/O Heritage BankP.O. Box 1410Fulton, Kentucky 42041.You may also contribute </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5167813384843192118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-help-gene-cranick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5167813384843192118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5167813384843192118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-help-gene-cranick.html' title='How to Help Gene Cranick'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TLOB_bsna3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/l_GLszP7kWU/s72-c/cranick-burning-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-106137490202345005</id><published>2010-10-09T18:10:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:05:25.614-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstemiousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catharsis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>The List</title><summary type='text'>I was texting with a friend this afternoon and, after mentioning I wished I could afford to see a certain practitioner we've both used, started pecking out a list of things I really wanted to do. As I wrote, it occurred to me that I've never really written this stuff down.If I had the money to spend on a few things I'm itching to do, what would I spend it on?Here's what:Two voice lessons a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/106137490202345005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/106137490202345005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/106137490202345005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TLD4VyBclaI/AAAAAAAAAio/wEBHiVjZ4oA/s72-c/mtgreylock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-4249113165035025114</id><published>2010-10-09T00:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:39:11.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stay, stay, stay ...</title><summary type='text'>To what kind of thoughts, feelings, and behavior will fear of rejection and loneliness drive a person?&lt;!--Recently, I fell into a situation that left me feeling emotionally mugged. It hit me on so many levels of insecurity and had the potential to realize some fairly deep-seeded fears. I'd intuited this scenario, but chose to chalk it up to an over-active imagination. It was the worst kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4249113165035025114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/stay-stay-stay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4249113165035025114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4249113165035025114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/stay-stay-stay.html' title='stay, stay, stay ...'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TK_w6-6GW0I/AAAAAAAAAig/MhBvdeeYHw8/s72-c/tibetanmandalaofjnanadakini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5481666029800442150</id><published>2010-10-08T14:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T17:42:11.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social justice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Why I'll Vote in the Midterms</title><summary type='text'>It's true -- corporations with unlimited money are funding any candidate that will do their bidding. It happens a lot on the right, but it happens on the left, too. It's demoralizing, and undercuts any power we individuals might have in a constitutional republic. What's scarier is that it's a handful of institutions who are defining our political (and, therefore, social and economic) landscapes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5481666029800442150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-ill-vote-in-midterms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5481666029800442150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5481666029800442150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-ill-vote-in-midterms.html' title='Why I&apos;ll Vote in the Midterms'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-686690288925240642</id><published>2010-10-06T00:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:39:05.026-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruelty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='righteous indignation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Sbagliare</title><summary type='text'>How can we dare call ourselves an enlightened society when social Darwinist hatefulness and cruelty is sanctioned by half of the people who run our political system? How have compassion and basic human decency become code for limp-wristed unAmerican behavior?If you haven't already heard, Gene Craynick from Obion County, Tennessee, lost his home to a devastating fire because he, admittedly, forgot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/686690288925240642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/sbagliare.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/686690288925240642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/686690288925240642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/10/sbagliare.html' title='Sbagliare'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5492878142062955918</id><published>2010-09-25T16:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:07:16.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth and beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York City'/><title type='text'>"River"</title><summary type='text'>The Hudson River Greenway in Manhattan (that's a shot of it that I took on my phone's camera during my bike ride) is a fantastic stretch of land. Parts of it, especially farther north, are so leafy that you hardly feel like you're in the City. That comes to an end when you hit the sewage treatment plant in the 150s (mmmm... stinky), and are subsequently flanked by the West Side Highway down to at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5492878142062955918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/09/river.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5492878142062955918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5492878142062955918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/09/river.html' title='&quot;River&quot;'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TJ5mCJhj5kI/AAAAAAAAAiY/NsT-i5w8ljM/s72-c/hudsonrivergreenway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-7497569619406310279</id><published>2010-09-23T23:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:25:43.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absurd nyc'/><title type='text'>Run, Ranta, Run!</title><summary type='text'>You try to make sense of -- and be at peace with -- the world around you.  Today, I went for a run. At one time, I was a "runner." I had the togs, I ate the sugar goo, I stretched deliberately and thoroughly. My limbs were sinewy, my torso trim and chubless. It was also the only thing I really poured myself into. Three marathon attempts met with a debilitating injury just prior to each race. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7497569619406310279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/09/run-ranta-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7497569619406310279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7497569619406310279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/09/run-ranta-run.html' title='Run, Ranta, Run!'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TJwV6BE1bRI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/RwGz7a6ykHQ/s72-c/FtTryonLeafyHill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5535358873492460919</id><published>2010-08-02T01:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T01:43:41.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bong!</title><summary type='text'>I'm following @big_ben_clock on Twitter. I find it strangely comforting to see the hourly British "BONG!" tweeted at me every hour. What can I say? I'm an odd duck. Quack.I also find this lovely bottle of red wine a comfort. To the good people who made it possible for this Domaine Fichet Bourgogne 2007 Pinot Noir to find its way into my wine glass and my stomach and my head, mmmwah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5535358873492460919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/08/bong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5535358873492460919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5535358873492460919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/08/bong.html' title='Bong!'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TFZS9aDYPUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Y3QkJsjpIi8/s72-c/bigbenicon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-455528600454388069</id><published>2010-07-23T20:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:46:46.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neurosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar talk'/><title type='text'>I dance with my foot in my mouth.</title><summary type='text'>Thunderstorm! Lightining! CrickeddyCrackeddySPARKFLASHFLAME!When I opened my living room window to try and grab a shot of the thunderstorm, I didn't expect the humidity to be so high or the air to be so hot, though I'm not sure it could be any other way given the weather of the past few weeks. Being able to experience very warm, heavy summer rains is one of the things I love most about human </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/455528600454388069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dance-with-my-foot-in-my-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/455528600454388069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/455528600454388069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dance-with-my-foot-in-my-mouth.html' title='I dance with my foot in my mouth.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TEpFlIjFwmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uCZvwue_iL0/s72-c/rain_in_july.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-375512908392043215</id><published>2010-07-22T17:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:21:46.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><title type='text'>Om?</title><summary type='text'>Had a voice lesson today for the first time in many months. It was, as it always is with this teacher, very, very good -- enlightening, grounding, and hugely confidence building. In fact, it's given me more energy and drive than I've felt in a really long time. Now I have to follow through.Talked about finally, for realz, putting together a group of seven solid arias I can use for auditions. I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/375512908392043215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/07/om.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/375512908392043215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/375512908392043215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/07/om.html' title='Om?'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TEjKFcmmr8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/l_DwU6PhKUw/s72-c/gayatrimantra196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-3845081763544838289</id><published>2010-07-22T04:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:46:48.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrrrrrr...</title><summary type='text'>Wish I'd gone to bed a few hours ago. I'm gonna be a basket case tomorrow. Definitely an eggs-bacon-coffee fuel day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3845081763544838289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/07/wish-id-gone-to-bed-few-hours-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3845081763544838289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3845081763544838289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/07/wish-id-gone-to-bed-few-hours-ago.html' title='Hrrrrrr...'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-8225056576954519748</id><published>2010-07-16T19:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:50:28.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='navel gazing'/><title type='text'>Skippedy-Thump-Thump</title><summary type='text'>Keeping busy isn't easy. It's often simpler to lie still (lay, lie -- never quite get the usage right) and contemplate my navel. Activity is more a distraction than anything else. I hope that it'll be transformative, though; that, somehow, doing, doing, doing will magically turn me into the Independent Woman I want to be. But I can't find the motivation. So, again, I'm numb. But this time, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8225056576954519748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/07/skippedy-thump-thump.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8225056576954519748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8225056576954519748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/07/skippedy-thump-thump.html' title='Skippedy-Thump-Thump'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TEDvL9jxBwI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dP1gebOQo34/s72-c/navelart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-2879545197439148617</id><published>2010-07-13T07:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T07:46:27.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day job'/><title type='text'>No Rest</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I dreamt I watched a 60-something guy and his wife set fire to the basement level of an apartment building. He saw that I observed it and said if I told anyone, he'd have me killed.Cut to a scene where the same man appears to have gone into a coma or had a heart attack -- something where he seemed to be down for the count. He's lying in a bed that I think is in my apartment (but looks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2879545197439148617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2879545197439148617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2879545197439148617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-rest.html' title='No Rest'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TDxRTWmydPI/AAAAAAAAAgo/1beTbgrT3ug/s72-c/judging_owl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-3809472908242177309</id><published>2010-06-21T23:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:31:17.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><title type='text'>Workie-Workie</title><summary type='text'>Very, very late night at work. I'm still here, in fact. Just wrapping up. Got a lot done. The program I work for starts on Monday, and there's still a tremendous amount to do. But I'm pretty on top of things right now. At least it feels like it.Until Wednesday, of course, when it'll start all over again.But really -- what the fuck am I doing at work at 1:30am? I'm 15 minutes and $25 away from my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3809472908242177309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/06/workie-workie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3809472908242177309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3809472908242177309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/06/workie-workie.html' title='Workie-Workie'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/TCBKiehJO9I/AAAAAAAAAgg/uEQSWAJdrgM/s72-c/slideyclock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-4232123780353206531</id><published>2010-06-14T19:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:12:07.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check In</title><summary type='text'>Oh, how I miss my bloggytime. Work is busy and I still don't have my goddamn internet connection hooked up at home. So now, off to Pony Bar for a little confab with the girls and cheap, tasty beer which I have no intention of drinking tonight. Also, a strange thing: I just sneezed and it smelled like honey. Quel strange.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4232123780353206531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/06/check-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4232123780353206531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4232123780353206531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/06/check-in.html' title='Check In'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-4336207016780244891</id><published>2010-05-21T14:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:15:36.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Firey Trialey Goodness</title><summary type='text'>Substitute teaching is a thankless job. Today, I subbed as a chorus teacher at a fancy-pants prep school in NYC and made it through the day. I only taught three periods, but when one of those includes seventh graders... oh man. They will Eat. You. Alive. Generally (and not surprisingly), the kids were a bit unruly and taking advantage of the fact that they had someone they knew would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4336207016780244891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/05/firey-trialey-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4336207016780244891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4336207016780244891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/05/firey-trialey-goodness.html' title='Firey Trialey Goodness'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S_bZNJ6aScI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/aYC28BXTuIs/s72-c/subteacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-2409992804031767837</id><published>2010-05-14T17:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:01:18.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet access'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budget'/><title type='text'>I can haz interwebz?</title><summary type='text'>Internet access at home is a bust, except for my Blackberry. Gotta figure out how to get it on the cheap. Until then, I'll blog mostly from work. But why, WHY is home internet access so goddamn expensive? And why is it monopolized by a few companies? In my neighborhood, I can get sort of zippy access (for my needs, anyway) from Time Warner, or get cheaper and slower access from Verizon. This is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2409992804031767837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-can-haz-interwebz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2409992804031767837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2409992804031767837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-can-haz-interwebz.html' title='I can haz interwebz?'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-1401987333826726891</id><published>2010-05-11T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:33:10.814-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK Election 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Thoughts springing from between my sheets.</title><summary type='text'>It occurs to me that a coalition involving the Liberal Democrats and Labour would be far more fraught with difficulties than one between the Lib Dems and the Conservatives. With the former, their policies are too closely aligned for the parties not to get caught up in bickering over fine points. With the Conservatives, the lines are very clearly drawn; there's no room to fudge or bullshit the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1401987333826726891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-springing-from-between-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1401987333826726891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1401987333826726891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts-springing-from-between-my.html' title='Thoughts springing from between my sheets.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-1330073781659839700</id><published>2010-05-10T18:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:10:35.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK Election 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UK politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Across-the-Pond Scum (I'm talking to you, News Corp)</title><summary type='text'>Enjoying compulsive tracking of the 2010 UK Elections. I've mostly watched the BBC's coverage (that crazy Beeb and it's hot live election video action!), but just stumbled on The Guardian's coverage, which includes a bit of awesome commentary on a live, televised row between Sky News' Adam Boulton and former Labour Director of Communications Alastair Campbell. 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I went back to yoga, went to the gym, took the stairs (instead of the elevator) at work. When I moved into my new apartment on January 19, that all ground to a screeching halt. Since then, I've been slowly and fitfully setting up house in between the day job, teaching, gigs, and a some emotional upset/soul searching that's left me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5511934677881329378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/05/measure-for-measure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5511934677881329378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5511934677881329378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/05/measure-for-measure.html' title='Measure for Measure'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S-D698j7z-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/h_WeVfV49AI/s72-c/emptyroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-4958548515886811154</id><published>2010-05-03T00:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:15:12.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Kindness</title><summary type='text'>Not too long ago a wise person told me: It is better to be kind than it is to be right.As I was puttering around the apartment this evening, the thought just came to me and something inside my body relaxed a little. It got me thinking: What is the cost of kindness? Why is the default response often (for me, at least) to judge and to vaunt superiority? Self-effacement as a by-product of insecurity</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4958548515886811154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/05/kindness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4958548515886811154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4958548515886811154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/05/kindness.html' title='Kindness'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S95tO6fZjyI/AAAAAAAAAf8/o-cCOBbAT5M/s72-c/kindness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-469211328383846929</id><published>2010-04-30T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:11:21.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittehs!</title><summary type='text'>WANT.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/469211328383846929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/kittehs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/469211328383846929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/469211328383846929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/kittehs.html' title='Kittehs!'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-4458923342297557578</id><published>2010-04-30T14:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:17:28.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='efficiency'/><title type='text'>The little apartment that could.</title><summary type='text'>I've been in my apartment a little over three months now and haven't finished putting it all together, so I'm still a little apartment-decorating obsessed. Ambling around the interwebz looking for ideas, I found a link to this video. Gary Chang, an architect living in Hong Kong, took his paltry 344 square feet of space (living spaces are typically tiny and costly there) and designed a space that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4458923342297557578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-apartment-that-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4458923342297557578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4458923342297557578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-apartment-that-could.html' title='The little apartment that could.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-7559145120950405066</id><published>2010-04-29T22:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:18:24.807-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brahms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reverence'/><title type='text'>barmherzig und gnädig und geduldig</title><summary type='text'>I'm singing Ich aber bin elend from Brahms' Drei Motetten, op. 110, in a concert tomorrow night. I'm not conventionally religious. Hell, my sense of spirituality is questionable. But give me a perfect piece of musical devotion and I feel humbled and awed, and maybe something like reverent. If there's heaven, this is it.I found this clip of the piece in the UTubez. I wish it were a little more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7559145120950405066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/barmherzig-und-gnadig-und-geduldig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7559145120950405066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7559145120950405066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/barmherzig-und-gnadig-und-geduldig.html' title='barmherzig und gnädig und geduldig'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-1287086277324542343</id><published>2010-04-29T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:48:39.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blinds'/><title type='text'>Windows!</title><summary type='text'>Finally -- my living room and bedroom have proper window stuff. This is actually a big deal -- I spent all six years living in Brooklyn without curtains in my bedroom (I purchased a rod and curtains, but never put them up) and with really shitty window hangings in my living room. I'm that much closer to having a grown-up living space. It's about time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1287086277324542343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/windows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1287086277324542343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1287086277324542343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/windows.html' title='Windows!'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9pSOw2uYeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/feBjcrQhms4/s72-c/livingroomwindowswithstuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5903550009576120100</id><published>2010-04-28T21:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:34:59.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonfruit</title><summary type='text'>Just finishing up at work. This is the view outside my office right now.The moon is large and full tonight. Every month, I'm startled by my first look at the full moon. It creeps me out a little. When it's that big and round and bright and direct, I feel like someone is watching me (and, yes, judging me silently). But the shot I got from my phone's camera is grainy and smudgy and a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5903550009576120100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/moonfruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5903550009576120100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5903550009576120100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/moonfruit.html' title='Moonfruit'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9jfsQ0B5ZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/4bZg3mZDzNo/s72-c/moonacrossfromru042810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-7479495269422342419</id><published>2010-04-26T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:01:33.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The view outside my office window.</title><summary type='text'>Not even a post-lunch pain au chocolat could cheer me up. Maybe steak and cheesy polenta and wine later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7479495269422342419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/view-outside-my-office-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7479495269422342419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7479495269422342419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/view-outside-my-office-window.html' title='The view outside my office window.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9YMULmI6AI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Yu3hE--HItg/s72-c/0426RURainyDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-1970184832191509848</id><published>2010-04-25T17:57:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:23:16.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill moyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Sunday Doneday</title><summary type='text'>It's a cool, wet day. The white-noise chirping of the birds underscores how quiet the park is, interrupted only occasionally by the yelps of the few odd kids who refuse to be held inside by the weather.  I'm becoming accustomed to solitary Sunday afternoons. Still, I go home directly from my church gig and feel like I'm forgetting something. Maybe finishing up the apartment will help. Yesterday, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1970184832191509848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-doneday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1970184832191509848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1970184832191509848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-doneday.html' title='Sunday Doneday'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-7680900182193822175</id><published>2010-04-23T00:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:55:57.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>“I don't have to have faith, I have experience.”</title><summary type='text'>I overcaffeinated today and behaved like a bit of a crazyperson (apologies to all who were crushed by my manic aura). The offending warm green tea milkshake was delicious, but 28 oz. of it was probably a bit much. So I spent the evening winding down with steak, spinach, and a glass of red wine. Have I mentioned that Mercury is in retrograde?I also picked up a big wicker chest from a friend and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7680900182193822175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-have-to-have-faith-i-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7680900182193822175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7680900182193822175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-have-to-have-faith-i-have.html' title='“I don&apos;t have to have faith, I have experience.”'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EkrMBZLhI/AAAAAAAAAe8/lPmeayaZXlA/s72-c/indian_astrologer_duringmercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-1469010816649794846</id><published>2010-04-21T21:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:40:19.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><summary type='text'>The splitting headache I neutralized with Advil this morning has come back and is raging through my nugget in a not-so-straight line, starting at my right temple, extending back into my  skull, and down the right side of my neck. Perfect timing. I just picked up two gigs on short notice. (Suffice it to say, I'm grateful for the work.) One, in which I have limited involvement, is at 8pm this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1469010816649794846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1469010816649794846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1469010816649794846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S8-f0xOV42I/AAAAAAAAAe0/pvx99wyaF-o/s72-c/skulldrawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-4247513456667671268</id><published>2010-04-20T23:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:51:27.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PadPad</title><summary type='text'>It is perfectly quiet outside my bedroom window except for someone padding a basketball off in the distance. No talking. And the air feels a little perfect slipping through the "curtains." Also, the cat is lying at my feet, grooming the crap out of himself.I'm really, really tired.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4247513456667671268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/padpad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4247513456667671268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4247513456667671268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/padpad.html' title='PadPad'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-532933827804295453</id><published>2010-04-19T00:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:11:37.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill moyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Promised Land</title><summary type='text'>The April 2 edition of The Bill Moyers Journal -- one of the last shows before he wraps up for good at the end of April -- was particularly powerful for its discussion of the way racial, social, and economic inequality are torturously bound together, and what that means 42 years after the death of Martin Luther King, Jr., who realized that the struggle was about more than race alone. And, as King</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/532933827804295453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/promised-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/532933827804295453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/532933827804295453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/promised-land.html' title='The Promised Land'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S8veIJvC3II/AAAAAAAAAes/TWNvki3z6hI/s72-c/stevensonalexander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-6061409136434525452</id><published>2010-04-18T23:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:08:29.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*pinch*</title><summary type='text'>How numb does one have to be before they can exist in the world without feeling as though they may break at any moment?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6061409136434525452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/pinch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6061409136434525452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6061409136434525452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/pinch.html' title='*pinch*'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-1858340119782478302</id><published>2010-04-14T17:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:59:54.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-pity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>Quick Thought</title><summary type='text'>I've been crying and feeling bad for myself an awful lot lately. I just read a blog post from a singing colleague who was recently diagnosed with cancer, and who just found out that it might be far more aggressive and dangerous than was first thought. He has no insurance and makes all his income as a freelancer. The treatments should run him upwards of $20K, and that's with a 60% poverty discount</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1858340119782478302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1858340119782478302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1858340119782478302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-thought.html' title='Quick Thought'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5042660665425517313</id><published>2010-04-14T17:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:39:45.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>Mamma Natale</title><summary type='text'>My mother would have been 63 today. In death (hers, obviously) I find my relationship with her becoming more complex and emotionally difficult than it was when she was alive. I love her and I hate her in equal measure. She both fucked me up and (in doing so) gave me incredible strength. And the life stuff I'm going through now is a very painful testimony to these things.A little bit of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5042660665425517313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/mamma-natale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5042660665425517313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5042660665425517313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/mamma-natale.html' title='Mamma Natale'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S8YuoWklMQI/AAAAAAAAAek/ZaVQBRj6NhQ/s72-c/momandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-8760953569033839133</id><published>2010-03-31T01:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:56:02.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea and Sympathy</title><summary type='text'>Dinner and a lovely bottle of wine (Sepp Gruener Veltliner) with a friend tonight at 181 Cabrini.Had very tasty brussel sprouts. On top of the wine, the pulled pork sliders, and the oreo cheesecake, the flavor that's staying with me is from the brussel sprouts. The gift that keeps on giving. Tomorrow is a catch-up day. I've been slacking a bit at work and need to pull it together. It's been hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8760953569033839133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/03/tea-and-sympathy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8760953569033839133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8760953569033839133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/03/tea-and-sympathy.html' title='Tea and Sympathy'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S7Lf-MUbROI/AAAAAAAAAeE/k-Nxu_ZGAr4/s72-c/seppmosergruenerveltliner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-856844278494837701</id><published>2010-03-27T02:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:33:36.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wresting</title><summary type='text'>It's late, I'm awake.Just took the last sip of my very nice bottle of bourbon. I've been drinking a bit more regularly lately. Mostly a glass or two of wine or bourbon or scotch when I get home from whatever work I've been doing for the day. It's a nice way to take the edge off. There's a lot of edge these days.I discovered tonight that I have more than enough frequent flier miles to take a trip </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/856844278494837701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/03/sipsip-snoozesnooze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/856844278494837701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/856844278494837701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/03/sipsip-snoozesnooze.html' title='Wresting'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S62c1E1ekxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/CAXopliNOHE/s72-c/bourbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-6154112085174568325</id><published>2010-03-26T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:00:32.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why does everyone else seem so fucking happy?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6154112085174568325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-does-everyone-else-seem-so-fucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6154112085174568325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6154112085174568325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-does-everyone-else-seem-so-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-854552902954362729</id><published>2010-03-09T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:41:26.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy Love</title><summary type='text'>Fuck chicken soup. Sometimes, the heart just needs fuzzy slippers. That is all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/854552902954362729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuzzy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/854552902954362729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/854552902954362729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuzzy-love.html' title='Fuzzy Love'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S5cGwyrWBGI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4t-SrCRIMrM/s72-c/fuzzyslippers' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-7493367521079280985</id><published>2010-02-23T03:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T03:51:46.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Shift</title><summary type='text'>I think I have the worst pet karma ever. Hermes the Cat and I just got home from an emergency room visit to the Animal Medical Center. Around 12:45am, he was meowing in pain and hissing a bit, too; also vigorously licking his little kitty cat junk. I was scared he had a urinary tract infection, so I whisked him off in a cab to the AMC. The verdict: He appears to have Feline Lower Urinary Tract </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7493367521079280985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-shift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7493367521079280985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7493367521079280985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-shift.html' title='Night Shift'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S4OWR7-ktxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xknsMDWK7Nc/s72-c/hermesthesupplicant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5079097716619863834</id><published>2010-01-26T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:53:33.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Nutstradamus</title><summary type='text'>After an autumn that could not have been more complete and utter shit, my own little stock market seems to be correcting itself.I'm in my new apartment. Moved in a week ago today. It has a southern exposure, so I get light all day long, and it faces a park, so the cat gets to watch the birds flap around and tweet. We had a visitor Monday morning -- a small squirrel, who found its way into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5079097716619863834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-autumn-that-could-not-have-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5079097716619863834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5079097716619863834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-autumn-that-could-not-have-been.html' title='Nutstradamus'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S1-0er4Sn7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/y8SFWAnEtXY/s72-c/costumesquirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-8334538486373502420</id><published>2010-01-10T23:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:19:19.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had a river...</title><summary type='text'>More than anything, I just want to pack a bag of warm weather clothing, several books, my iPod, my laptop, and my cat and run away someplace warm for a few months. Being where I am makes me feel stuck and inadequate. I need to win MegaMillions -- and fast.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8334538486373502420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-i-had-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8334538486373502420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8334538486373502420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-i-had-river.html' title='I wish I had a river...'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S0qmsPsEGeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QnqlW4lvxRg/s72-c/megamillions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5475971916228474228</id><published>2009-12-15T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:42:50.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panic'/><title type='text'>Double, Double, Toil and Trouble</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago, I had a borderline panic attack. A conversation with my shrink eased my concerns that it was anything other than physiological. Still, it freaked me out. I had them regularly in my 20s, back when I was involved with Mr. Wrong and my life was full of misplaced existential tremors. (Now they're very well placed.)My brain and my body seem to be seeking out new comfy places, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5475971916228474228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/double-double-toil-and-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5475971916228474228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5475971916228474228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/double-double-toil-and-trouble.html' title='Double, Double, Toil and Trouble'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SyrP6Mi7u4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/6QblYeQVJYE/s72-c/macbethwitchesactiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-634148798920744225</id><published>2009-12-07T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:17:13.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipe down, gramma.</title><summary type='text'>At the post office sending my passport renewal in. I feel like I'm in line for the goddamn early-bird special at a Howard Johnson's. If I ever get old like this, please shoot me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/634148798920744225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/pipe-down-gramma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/634148798920744225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/634148798920744225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/pipe-down-gramma.html' title='Pipe down, gramma.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-8583915435265203796</id><published>2009-12-07T00:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:31:07.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supplies!</title><summary type='text'>Long day tomorrow. Trouble getting my head on the pillow. How about a bit of hot surprised kitten action?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8583915435265203796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/supplies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8583915435265203796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8583915435265203796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/supplies.html' title='Supplies!'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-4637674372311083862</id><published>2009-12-05T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:13:05.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joni and Leonard</title><summary type='text'>Love, love, love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4637674372311083862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/joni-and-leonard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4637674372311083862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4637674372311083862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/joni-and-leonard.html' title='Joni and Leonard'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SxsS7OWHuyI/AAAAAAAAAaw/HQso6iBHhT8/s72-c/leonardandjoni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-3486012425335643194</id><published>2009-12-05T19:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:32:22.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink</title><summary type='text'>Today, I sang like a pig in front of musicians I like and respect and I didn't give a fuck. No church tomorrow. Going into hiding for a while, I think, surfacing only for required activities, promising snacks, and a bit of blogging.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3486012425335643194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/oink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3486012425335643194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3486012425335643194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/oink.html' title='Oink'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-3498479302241732326</id><published>2009-12-05T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:25:34.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangover</title><summary type='text'>I've been having wild dreams over the past year or so -- not every night, but often enough to be curious about it, and to want to write it down. Today, I'll go out and get myself a dream journal. I hate that my memory sucks in general, but especially because I want to get the dream stuff down in as much detail as possible and I just can't remember things. So if I keep it next to the bed and write</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3498479302241732326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/hangover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3498479302241732326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3498479302241732326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/hangover.html' title='Hangover'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SxqI8FMg7uI/AAAAAAAAAao/uawXH92d0Sk/s72-c/QuakerOats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5829902369880566879</id><published>2009-11-21T02:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:34:25.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's little that separates the active, discursive mind from the one that's apathetic and stuck.</title><summary type='text'>After a long, long, long day, finally going to bed. Eye makeup still on, red wine coating my insides, flannel pajama pants all fuzzy and warm on my ass. Will sleep tomorrow until I can't. Then, will wake and get this soupy neurosis reduced to a delicious, not-quite-so-bad broth.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5829902369880566879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-little-that-separates-active.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5829902369880566879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5829902369880566879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-little-that-separates-active.html' title='There&apos;s little that separates the active, discursive mind from the one that&apos;s apathetic and stuck.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SweXSFQBwhI/AAAAAAAAAag/6l1hMYU1OFk/s72-c/browneyemakeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-4178300025656191697</id><published>2009-11-19T23:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:45:20.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Groove</title><summary type='text'>I love the red and white strobes atop the George Washington Bridge, and the swirly-twirly bridge-light-reflecting texture of the Hudson River at night.This Dickinson poem (an oldie but goodie) has been racing through my brain for the past two weeks:That Love is all there is,Is all we know of Love;It is enough, the freight should beProportioned to the groove.I like that she says it "should" be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4178300025656191697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/groove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4178300025656191697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4178300025656191697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/groove.html' title='Groove'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SwYqvE9kMKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZiLaUObTnGE/s72-c/gwbhudsonnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-1568165842276636373</id><published>2009-11-17T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:23:25.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowfly</title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna let him speak for himself. I'm mostly surprised I didn't know about him before today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1568165842276636373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blowfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1568165842276636373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1568165842276636373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/blowfly.html' title='Blowfly'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-2615569213660402342</id><published>2009-11-13T12:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:17:28.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What have I learned? That sometimes, love isn't enough.  O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!                  Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!                  Thy mists, that roll and rise!              Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag              And all but cry with colour!  That gaunt crag              To crush!  To lift the lean of that black bluff!              World, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2615569213660402342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-have-i-learned-that-sometimes-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2615569213660402342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2615569213660402342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-have-i-learned-that-sometimes-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/Sv2UXPpKS1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/3SoW3NIr3oM/s72-c/leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5478771439787958232</id><published>2009-11-09T17:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:46:06.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Piece Meets the Big O</title><summary type='text'>I love this. Thanks to my friend Sophie for sharing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5478771439787958232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-piece-meets-big-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5478771439787958232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5478771439787958232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-piece-meets-big-o.html' title='The Missing Piece Meets the Big O'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-3899999171791459005</id><published>2009-11-03T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:25:04.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't know what to do.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3899999171791459005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-dont-know-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3899999171791459005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3899999171791459005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='I just don&apos;t know what to do.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SvDXt6uJRpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/HyspXZpvmkA/s72-c/twobirds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-260865969259613714</id><published>2009-11-01T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:40:03.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>New!</title><summary type='text'>I did it. I moved out of Brooklyn. My body and brain are so tired. November's my month to drift, and December (and maybe January) I'll be settled at a family place. As of right now, I have no home. For someone who is desperately dependent on the very idea of "home," this is pretty scary. Also pretty neat. I've got friends and income and a small sense of direction, and I'm ready to move on with my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/260865969259613714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/260865969259613714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/260865969259613714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/new.html' title='New!'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/Su5GW_iruJI/AAAAAAAAAaA/W_w1eIGYnE0/s72-c/forttryonpark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-6080681537445491366</id><published>2009-10-21T17:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:24:54.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointing snacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Cash'/><title type='text'>Cash.</title><summary type='text'>First: Holy shit, I'm cold. It was 72 degrees here in New York today, and I dressed accordingly. But this office has eastern and northern exposures and doesn't benefit from the warmth of the afternoon sun. Second: After 2:30pm, the cafeteria at work sells their pre-made sammiches for half price, so I usually buy two at a time because, hey, two for one! I got a roast beef wrap that was seriously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6080681537445491366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/10/cash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6080681537445491366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6080681537445491366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/10/cash.html' title='Cash.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5542969410283048579</id><published>2009-10-17T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:26:09.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A beautiful week spoiled. It was like that poor, dead bird I saw lying on the corner of Lexington and 68th yesterday afternoon. My demons are too large to fight alone. I should stick to political screeds.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5542969410283048579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-week-spoiled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5542969410283048579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5542969410283048579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-week-spoiled.html' title=''/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-3666766564758415796</id><published>2009-09-23T23:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:48:18.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catharsis'/><title type='text'>Wherein I wank prosaic about my voice. Again.</title><summary type='text'>I often feel inferior to my singing colleagues. They have more natural talent, or more experience, or better musicianship, or this, or that, blahblahblah. Sometimes, though, I manage to step away from self-absorption a bit and see my gifts for what they are, and they're considerable. I can't expect everyone to love my voice. But if I allow myself to really enjoy the process of making music and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3666766564758415796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/wherein-i-wank-prosaic-about-my-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3666766564758415796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/3666766564758415796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/wherein-i-wank-prosaic-about-my-voice.html' title='Wherein I wank prosaic about my voice. Again.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5429614441953042315</id><published>2009-09-11T16:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:57:45.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>William Blake at the Morgan</title><summary type='text'>I've loved his work since college. He's a bit wild, kinda nuts, and quite transcendent. The exhibit is titled William Blake's World: "A New Heaven Is Begun" and runs from September 11, 2009, through January 3, 2010 at The Morgan Library &amp; Museum in New York City.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5429614441953042315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/william-blake-at-morgan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5429614441953042315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5429614441953042315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/william-blake-at-morgan.html' title='William Blake at the Morgan'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/Sqq4bqj33CI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7qHfgaVEUN8/s72-c/blakeengraving.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5440202346315492327</id><published>2009-09-10T22:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:53:55.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittens'/><title type='text'>You know what's making me weep uncontrollably?</title><summary type='text'>http://dreamingofkittens.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5440202346315492327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-whats-making-me-weep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5440202346315492327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5440202346315492327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-whats-making-me-weep.html' title='You know what&apos;s making me weep uncontrollably?'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/Sqm20mks_oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/PZdlXxQ2Zbw/s72-c/dreamingkitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-142361499757491905</id><published>2009-09-07T12:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:21:53.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labor Day</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/142361499757491905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-labor-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/142361499757491905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/142361499757491905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-labor-day.html' title='Happy Labor Day'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SqUzC-Hb0pI/AAAAAAAAAY4/p7Dvcg8C9YY/s72-c/dark-night-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-416435942355171998</id><published>2009-08-27T00:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:23:27.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>Meglio ancora</title><summary type='text'>I need to sleep, soon. But in all the bumpiness of the past few weeks, I feel, at some level, finally, calm and a bit peaceful. The next few months will be very interesting for me. I think I'm ready for it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/416435942355171998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/meglio-ancora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/416435942355171998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/416435942355171998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/meglio-ancora.html' title='Meglio ancora'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SpYJmZLXfMI/AAAAAAAAAXA/X-liEJA0sFU/s72-c/centralparkducks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-2386491649913279028</id><published>2009-08-24T16:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:24:59.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Words, words everywhere....</title><summary type='text'>Sitting at the Barnes &amp; Noble at Lincoln Center killing time until the next thing. Thumbing through a volume (maybe the volume) of Dylan Thomas' poetry. I don't know his work too well, but the man could turn a phrase. The imagery is kind of extraordinary, though I have a hard time with the storytelling. I find the best poets can speak in the strangest abstractions possible yet still find a way to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2386491649913279028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-words-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2386491649913279028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2386491649913279028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-words-everywhere.html' title='Words, words everywhere....'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-314882891806455264</id><published>2009-08-24T10:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:06:52.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumbledor</title><summary type='text'>I woke this morning feeling a little sad but mostly angry/frustrated, and not just because I woke up way earlier than I'd hoped to. It's not even like I have to go to work. This is a shitty way to start the day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/314882891806455264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/grumbledor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/314882891806455264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/314882891806455264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/grumbledor.html' title='Grumbledor'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SpKeJgJ50dI/AAAAAAAAAW4/61OdA7eBHu4/s72-c/longfaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-6795778167629619223</id><published>2009-08-18T10:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:30:28.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I had dreams about flying and watching other planes blow apart in the sky. In the most vivid of them, the plane I was in was "grounded" in the water after another plane in our airspace exploded. We weren't too far from shore, so I was able to swim back to land. There was a lot of walking past little stands selling books and clothing and music and food. I wanted to buy a pair of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6795778167629619223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6795778167629619223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6795778167629619223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/Soq67x7MHLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/kZjjwcY9jc0/s72-c/spaceshuttlecockpit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-1533324652810912949</id><published>2009-08-14T22:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:11:26.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Working and Snacks</title><summary type='text'>My brain is too full of wine and the day to speak clearly and directly about anything. It will be a long weekend, though. Starts with mass tomorrow at 5:30pm. Then, Sunday, which starts at 9:30am (more mass) and ends around 9pm after an initial six hours of rehearsal of a work that requires maybe six hours total. I shouldn't complain, though -- it's singing work, and there ain't a hell of a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1533324652810912949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/working-and-snacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1533324652810912949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/1533324652810912949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/working-and-snacks.html' title='Working and Snacks'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SoYm_TssYlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DFKsPn4DyaA/s72-c/red-wine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-2077406462971038309</id><published>2009-08-12T11:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:39:53.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bacon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Comfort</title><summary type='text'>There are two ways to fry or scramble eggs: In bacon grease (preferred) or butter (a close second). I was gonna take a picture of my breakfast eggs (and the piece of bacon that generously provided its grease for the cooking), but I ate them too quickly. So I did a search and, within seconds, came up with the picture above.By the way, Connecticut Muffin (at Cortelyou and Stratford Rds in Ditmas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2077406462971038309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/comfort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2077406462971038309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/2077406462971038309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/comfort.html' title='Comfort'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SoLiGwIO1NI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/WhzRH5IetQE/s72-c/eggsandbacon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-7922245453441070171</id><published>2009-08-11T18:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:46:29.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anatomy'/><title type='text'>Videte</title><summary type='text'>I love anatomical drawings. There's something comforting about artfully sketched viscera (like this drawing of the digestive tract) -- you know where everything belongs, what's connected to what, and you don't have to gaze at the gelatinous innards of a cadaver to see it. I think it's funny that the viscera look like they're taped onto what's left of a Greek statue. Neat.I'd really like to get my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7922245453441070171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/videte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7922245453441070171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/7922245453441070171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/videte.html' title='Videte'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SoHyBuR9H0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/1D1ml3EDP1k/s72-c/digestiveanatomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-6923227024846506702</id><published>2009-08-11T01:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:05:58.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatigue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sticky Night</title><summary type='text'>I took this photo almost a month ago while riding the train down from Washington Heights. It's kinda how I feel right now, and aggressive posting on Facebook and watching late-night TV isn't gonna make it any better. So, sleep.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6923227024846506702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/sticky-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6923227024846506702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6923227024846506702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/sticky-night.html' title='Sticky Night'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SoEI620WYCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/C1F3H3_PnOE/s72-c/intransit071309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-6775335684026679567</id><published>2009-08-06T02:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:26:47.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hermes'/><title type='text'>Bzzzzzzz!</title><summary type='text'>It's nearly 3am and I'm still awake. The only way to explain this would be the crunchy peanut butter and chocolate chips I had as a snack at 11pm. Oh -- and the two-hour nap I took at 5:30pm. Meanwhile, my eyes are burning, my stomach bubbles and my mind is racing. Distracting me a little is the sound of my cat crunching on his kibble. The sweetest thing is when I hear him (but don't see him) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6775335684026679567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/bzzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6775335684026679567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6775335684026679567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/08/bzzzzzzz.html' title='Bzzzzzzz!'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SnqA87fGZiI/AAAAAAAAAVw/46XFFh1bgJo/s72-c/strangeflowerfeedingbee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-6241070027847945092</id><published>2009-07-30T13:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:01:59.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restlessness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Whirr...</title><summary type='text'>I saw the Francis Bacon retrospective at the Met Museum a few weeks ago. It woke in me a deep sense of mental and emotional disquiet. I feel as though he saw into the darkest parts of the soul of humantity, the scariest parts. And as it's manifested in his paintings, I have a hard time deciding if what I experience in them is catharsis or rage or insight or fear or acquiescence. I think it's all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6241070027847945092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/whirr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6241070027847945092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6241070027847945092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/whirr.html' title='Whirr...'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SnHfAy6OLrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/m3TnhGSQ-5g/s72-c/francis-bacon-subasta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-8060972249290126132</id><published>2009-07-26T23:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:41:18.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thick of It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>Thick of It</title><summary type='text'>When The West Wing meets the British version of The Office. Very brilliant, very hilarious, and completely addictive. Peter Capaldi as Malcolm Tucker may be one of the most deliciously drawn foul-mouthed political operatives ever.  A feature film spin off titled "In the Loop" -- with a star turn from James Gandolfini --  was released in the UK in April 2009. Salon.com has a great review that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8060972249290126132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/thick-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8060972249290126132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8060972249290126132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/thick-of-it.html' title='Thick of It'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-8130632572612611183</id><published>2009-07-22T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:16:12.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Jersey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Bound</title><summary type='text'>View Larger MapAll of the energy in my body feels compressed into a lump in my stomach the size of a softball. I wonder what will happen when it's released. Headed out to New Jersey to visit with an old friend. Gonna soak up a little nostalgia and organize my brain a bit.  But right now, all I can think is that I would really, really like a do-over on the whole growing up thing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8130632572612611183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/bound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8130632572612611183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/8130632572612611183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/bound.html' title='Bound'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-6273605589205238299</id><published>2009-07-17T07:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:36:26.161-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senator Sessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCOTUS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crack cocaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>SCOTUS? You hardly KNOWTUS.</title><summary type='text'>The humidity is officially back, and I'm up again on the early side. Just popped awake at 7am after another night of strange, strange dreams, only the vaguest outlines of which I can remember.I spent the past three days fixed on the Sotomayor hearings.  I was impressed with her poise and, frankly, her sometimes nervous, awkwardly delivered answers. It speaks to the fact that this woman feels no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6273605589205238299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/scotus-you-hardly-knowtus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6273605589205238299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/6273605589205238299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/scotus-you-hardly-knowtus.html' title='SCOTUS? You hardly KNOWTUS.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-5178106734139852368</id><published>2009-07-15T07:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:21:52.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hermes'/><title type='text'>Goddamn cat.</title><summary type='text'>This cat. The cat you see in this picture. He's too agile, too interested in the birds for his own good.I just found him perched in the bathroom window -- where it was open at the top. He was teetering on a strip that couldn't have measured more than two inches in depth (N.B. He has huge feet, too). One false move and down he would have fallen very far.He's meant to be outside, hunting avian and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5178106734139852368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/goddamn-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5178106734139852368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/5178106734139852368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/goddamn-cat.html' title='Goddamn cat.'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/Sl3HG3nXSHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/gHLaw9FC3x0/s72-c/hermes071509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4332338790227505971.post-4666992088271307909</id><published>2009-07-14T06:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:42:31.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hermes'/><title type='text'>Home</title><summary type='text'>Woke at 5:30am from a strange dream where I was in the backyard of the two-family house in which I grew up. I was rinsing dried, caked-on mud off the sides of the house and also watering the flowers and the grass, which had started to brown. Our downstairs neighbor (a woman who I couldn't remember as ever having actually been a neighbor) came out at one point and asked me if I should be doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4666992088271307909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4666992088271307909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4332338790227505971/posts/default/4666992088271307909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakingwindysilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Ranta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04795797491932812950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/S9EpiU_QM-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T5SVh8nD8QA/S220/muppetanimal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aWGhwVKpX8o/SlxdRt5NobI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ggEss-MAKGs/s72-c/morning071409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
