<?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-5491017</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:25:02.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ninetoseven</title><subtitle type='html'>I work 9 am to 7 pm. Before, during, and after that time I keep track of what I have been up to here. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninetoseven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetoseven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02327482408624524698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491017.post-105631600341439518</id><published>2003-06-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T14:06:43.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK. Now by way of introduction, and perhaps explanation, I will relate a little bit about myself. I live in LA. Its rather nice here, and there is good work, good culture, diversity, and of course beaches, so I think I will stay out here for a while. I moved out to go to graduate school, and just a couple of months ago finished that up and received my masters of architecture. Finally. I live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default/105631600341439518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default/105631600341439518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetoseven.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105631600341439518' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02327482408624524698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491017.post-105622830142739740</id><published>2003-06-21T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T13:45:01.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had this dream a couple of nights ago. I emailed the transcript of it (below) to M_. She seemed to like it. I will explain more about it later, as I am going offline to get some shit done for a bit. Dream. We were at a farmer’s market type place, but very wide with lots of room between stalls, and not selling only food, it was a cross between The farmers market at the grove and the swap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default/105622830142739740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default/105622830142739740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetoseven.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105622830142739740' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02327482408624524698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491017.post-105622763438049902</id><published>2003-06-21T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T13:33:54.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is overcast, which for LA is really shitty. So I won't be biking to the beach at all today - then I should make an effort to go to the gym for a bit. My girlfriend is in Florida for the week, giving me the run of the place - which I have used to do some cleaning, organiizing, and watching amateur porn. You wouldn't necessarily think those all go together, but it makes for suprisingly good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default/105622763438049902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default/105622763438049902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetoseven.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105622763438049902' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02327482408624524698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491017.post-105613684452595888</id><published>2003-06-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T12:26:00.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes in the middle of the night, or rather, in the beginning of the night when I am trying to fall asleep, I have ideas. Usually things I should do, either art or architecture projects to take up. I just remembered one from last night that I forgot completely until reading my own post above. This one was to take an adult film (of which I have a library of dozens) and edit out all the parts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default/105613684452595888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default/105613684452595888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetoseven.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105613684452595888' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02327482408624524698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491017.post-105596073522172593</id><published>2003-06-18T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T11:49:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was I asleep? Had I slept?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default/105596073522172593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491017/posts/default/105596073522172593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninetoseven.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105596073522172593' title=''/><author><name>J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02327482408624524698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
