<?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-5113660</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:22:27.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anorakish</title><subtitle type='html'>random thoughts, quotations, libertarian politics, etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113660.post-92379483</id><published>2003-04-10T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T14:51:08.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Moving&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I'll be moving to &lt;a href="http://www.anorak.us/blog" target="_blank"&gt;anorak.us&lt;/a&gt; as soon as I find time to install Movable Type.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92379483?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92379483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92379483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92379483' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92364612</id><published>2003-04-10T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T10:29:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What I'm reading&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.essex1.com/people/thompsn/pics/briarking_lg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.essex1.com/people/thompsn/pics/briarking_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="click for a larger version"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0345440668" target="_blank"&gt;The Briar King&lt;/a&gt; may be methadone for &lt;i&gt;A Song of Ice and Fire&lt;/i&gt; junkies.  The story can be had for $5 if you don't mind &lt;a href="http://www.palmdigitalmedia.com/S=c87b35802633698113fea640ef78bcb9PpQvpMCoAAIAAGT69lM2573376/book.cgi/034546320X?searchrank=81" target="_blank"&gt;digital.&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92364612?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92364612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92364612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92364612' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92330679</id><published>2003-04-09T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T21:16:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Anorakish :: Definition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
Those choosing to wear that eminently practical cold-weather garment the anorak have suffered much opprobrium in Britain in the past couple of decades. It began with trainspotting, a specialised hobby involving much standing at the end of draughty station platforms noting down the numbers of passing engines. Those choosing this hobby were frequently ridiculed as being obsessive about trivia and as having poor social skills. Since trainspotters often wore anoraks, the word came to be a pejorative term describing such a person. From about the late eighties, it has come to refer to any person (almost always male) with an obsessive or excessively enthusiastic interest, particularly one involving the collection of supposedly trivial information or ephemera, and is often applied to someone immersed in some technological field, particularly computers or the Internet. The adjective anorakish has developed from this, as has the group noun anorakdom, the supposed disease anoraksia and the facetious word for a fear of all things techie, anoraknophobia.&lt;br&gt;
--&lt;a href="http://www.quinion.com/words/turnsofphrase/tp-ano1.htm"&gt;Michael Quinion&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92330679?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92330679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92330679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92330679' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92310814</id><published>2003-04-09T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T14:58:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote :: Democracy&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
After his Ignoble Disgrace, Satan was being expelled from Heaven. As he 
passed through the Gates, he paused a moment in thought, and turned to 
God and said, "A new creature called Man, I hear, is soon to be created."&lt;br&gt;
"This is true," He replied.&lt;br&gt;
"He will need laws," said the Demon slyly.&lt;br&gt;
"What! You, his appointed Enemy for all Time! You ask for the right to 
make his laws?"&lt;br&gt;
"Oh, no!" Satan replied, "I ask only that he be allowed to make his own."&lt;br&gt;
It was so granted.&lt;br&gt;
--Ambrose Bierce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92310814?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92310814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92310814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92310814' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92310700</id><published>2003-04-09T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T14:55:03.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote :: Standing Alone&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
The pride of singularity is often exerted in little things, where
right and wrong are indeterminable, and where, therefore, vanity is
without excuse. But there are occasions on which it is noble to dare
to stand alone. To be pious among infidels, to be disinterested in a
time of general venality, to lead a life of virtue and reason in the
midst of sensualists, is a proof of a mind intent on nobler things
than the praise or blame of men, of a soul fixed in the contemplation
of the highest good, and superior to the tyranny of custom or example.&lt;br&gt;
--Samuel Johnson&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Adventurer #131&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92310700?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92310700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92310700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92310700' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92118490</id><published>2003-04-06T20:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T21:17:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote :: Patriotism during war&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
Is a young man bound to serve his country in war? In addition to his
legal duty there is perhaps also a moral duty, but it is very
obscure. What is called his country is only its government and that
government consists merely of professional politicians, a
parasitical and anti-social class of men. They never sacrifice
themselves for their country. They make all wars, but very few of
them ever die in one. If it is the duty of a young man to serve his
country under all circumstances then it is equally the duty of an
enemy young man to serve his. Thus we come to a moral contradiction
and absurdity so obvious that even clergymen and editorial writers
sometimes notice it.&lt;br&gt;
--H. L. Mencken&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Minority Report&lt;/i&gt; (1956)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92118490?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92118490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92118490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92118490' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92118526</id><published>2003-04-06T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T20:46:37.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Blinding the Panoptikon &lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
The FBI is &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;ncid=528&amp;e=1&amp;cid=528&amp;u=/ap/20030403/ap_on_hi_te/internet_phone_surveillance" target="_blank"&gt;complaining&lt;/a&gt; that Voice Over IP&lt;/a&gt; is difficult to tap.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I doubt &lt;a href="http://www.speakfreely.org" target="_blank"&gt;Speak Freely&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.pgpi.org/products/pgpfone/" target="_blank"&gt;PGPfone&lt;/a&gt; make it any easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92118526?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92118526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92118526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92118526' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92050493</id><published>2003-04-05T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T12:53:37.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote :: Disputing Reality&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
They held up a stone.&lt;br&gt;
I said, "Stone."&lt;br&gt;
Smiling, they said, "Stone."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
They showed me a tree.&lt;br&gt;
I said, "Tree."&lt;br&gt;
Smiling, they said, "Tree."&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
They shed a man's blood&lt;br&gt;
I said 'Blood'&lt;br&gt;
Smiling they said 'Paint'&lt;br&gt;
--Amir Gilboa 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Recently I drew up a table of atrocities during the period between
1918 and the present; there was never a year when atrocities were not
occurring somewhere or other, and there was hardly a single case when
the Left and the Right believed in the same stories simultaneously.
And stranger yet, at any moment the situation can suddenly reverse
itself and yesterday's proved-to-the-hilt atrocity story can become a
ridiculous lie, merely because the political landscape has changed.&lt;br&gt;
--George Orwell&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Homage to Catalonia&lt;/i&gt; (1938)
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92050493?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92050493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92050493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92050493' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92049335</id><published>2003-04-05T12:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T12:17:30.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Habeas Corpus?&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;People say this doesn't happen in this country, but one of my
neighbors has been disappeared. It's not what he might have done that
matters to me -- they disappeared him. They need to question him and
let him go, or charge him. It's like Alice in Wonderland meets Franz
Kafka.&lt;br&gt;
--&lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/news/conflict/0,2100,58326,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steven McGeady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92049335?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92049335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92049335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92049335' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92049323</id><published>2003-04-05T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T12:17:09.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote :: Founding Principles&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
A country preserved  at the sacrifice of all the cardinal principles of liberty is not worth the cost of preservation.&lt;br&gt;
--U.S. Supreme Court Justice David Davis&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Ex Parte Milligan, 71 U.S. (4 Wall. ) 2, 126&lt;/i&gt; (1866)
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92049323?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92049323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92049323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92049323' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92049306</id><published>2003-04-05T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T12:16:53.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ASOIAF News&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
An interview with George R.R. Martin and a full color map of Westeros will be available in the May issue of &lt;i&gt;Dragon&lt;/i&gt;:
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.essex1.com/people/thompsn/pics/dragon307_lg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.essex1.com/people/thompsn/pics/dragon307_sm.jpg"  border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
The cover art by Donato Giancola sans magazine blurbs &lt;a href="http://donatoart.com/melisandre_print.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92049306?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92049306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92049306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92049306' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-92001894</id><published>2003-04-04T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:40:12.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;America's Other War&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;While world attention is focused on the conflict in Iraq, the  United States is also deeply, and quietly, involved in a &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.com/news/892301.asp?0cv=CB20" target="_blank"&gt;battle in the jungles&lt;/a&gt; of Colombia. ... In the past seven weeks, four Americans and  one Colombian have been killed in the conflict while under contract with the U.S. government. Three others have been taken hostage.&lt;/blockquote&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;
Also check out Fiore's take on the &lt;a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/issues/0306/fiore.php" target="_blank"&gt;WOD&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-92001894?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92001894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/92001894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92001894' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91957442</id><published>2003-04-03T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T12:08:18.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;FUBAR&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Iraq aid rations and &lt;a href="http://www.upi.com/view.cfm?StoryID=20030402-054057-8782r" target="_blank"&gt;bomblets&lt;/a&gt; are the same color.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
A surgical assistant at a hospital in Nassiriya, told a British reporter Tuesday that U.S. aircraft had dropped three or four cluster bombs on civilian areas in the city, killing 10 and wounding 200.
&lt;p&gt;
Reports Wednesday suggested that a large number of civilians had been killed or wounded by such munitions in the town of Al Hilla.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91957442?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91957442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91957442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91957442' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91954838</id><published>2003-04-03T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T21:19:18.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Chromium Fence by Philip K. Dick&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.essex1.com/people/thompsn/pics/chrfen_lg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.essex1.com/people/thompsn/pics/chrfen_sm.jpg" alt="Imagination 4/9/1954" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"I'm not a Purist and I'm not a Naturalist. Why do I have to be one or the other? Isn't there any place for a man to have his own opinion?"  &lt;p&gt;

Read this &lt;a href="http://www.freerepublic.com/forum/a39bc228a06d8.htm#18" target="_blank"&gt;short story&lt;/a&gt; by Philip K. Dick.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91954838?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91954838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91954838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91954838' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91952566</id><published>2003-04-03T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T21:22:53.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Combat of Crazes&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
My friend David Repko &lt;a href="http://www.americanreform.org/Repko-Bate/5-7-01.html" target="_blank"&gt;writes&lt;/a&gt;: "Whatever makes YOU feel smug and self-righteous in your beliefs/faiths/convictions/ opinions, makes ME “mad as hell”! Consequently, even though our thin veneer of civilization compels us to resist the almost universal urge to bash each others’ heads in, the best society can hope for is a grudging tolerance for one another...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91952566?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91952566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91952566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91952566' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91937503</id><published>2003-04-03T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T15:27:21.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote :: Insularity&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
My sympathies are limited.  I can only be myself,
and partly by nature, partly by the circumstances of
my life, it is a partial self.  I am not a social
person.  I cannot get drunk and feel a great love
for my fellow-men.  Convivial amusement has always
somewhat bored me.  When people sit in an ale-house
or drifting down the river in a boat start singing I
am silent.  I have never even sung a hymn.

&lt;p&gt;

I do not much like being touched, and I have always
to make a slight effort over myself not to draw away
when someone links his arm in mine.  I can never
forget myself.  The hysteria of the world repels me,
and I never feel more aloof than when I am in the
midst of a throng surrendered to a violent feeling
of mirth or sorrow.
&lt;p&gt;
Though I have been love a good many times I have
never experienced the bliss of requited love.  I
know that this is the best thing that life can
offer, and it is a thing that almost all men, though
perhaps only for a short time, have enjoyed.  I have
most loved people who cared little or nothing for
me, and when people have loved me I have been
embarrassed.  It has been a predicament that I have
not quite known how to deal with.
&lt;p&gt;
In order not to hurt their feelings I have often
acted a passion that I did not feel.  I have tried,
with gentleness when possible, and if not, with
irritation, to escape from the trammels with which
their love bound me.  I have been jealous of my
independence.  I am incapable of complete surrender.
&lt;p&gt;
And so, never having felt some of the fundamental
emotions of normal men, it is impossible that my
work should have the intimacy, the broad human
touch, and the animal serenity which the greatest
writers alone can give.&lt;p&gt;
--William Somerset Maugham (1874-1965)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Summing Up&lt;/i&gt; (1938) chapter XXII
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91937503?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91937503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91937503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91937503' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91892952</id><published>2003-04-02T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T23:23:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Billion Dollar Self-Help Program?&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"They don't really advertise that they kill people." &lt;br&gt;
--Stephen Funk, a reservist &lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/kgo/news/040103_nw_iraq_conscientious_objector.html" target="_blank"&gt;refusing&lt;/a&gt; to serve
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;BWAHAHA!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91892952?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91892952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91892952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91892952' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91884959</id><published>2003-04-02T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T20:49:11.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Purpose&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Before electricity people were writing down their thoughts and pasting quotes into common place books.  This blog is my common place book.  It will be a nexus between my real and online life.  Far away relations will be able to check up on me.  It will also prove that I existed when I'm no longer here -- hopefully, many decades from now.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91884959?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91884959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91884959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91884959' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91883361</id><published>2003-04-02T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T20:20:32.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Son of Cthulhu&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/2910849.stm" target="_blank"&gt;Rare colossal squid&lt;/a&gt; surfaces in Antartic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91883361?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91883361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91883361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91883361' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91797686</id><published>2003-04-01T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T22:52:03.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;There is no spoon&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Animated Matrix shorts can be downloaded &lt;a href="http://www.intothematrix.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  The first one rocks.  The second is mediocre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91797686?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91797686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91797686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91797686' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91797280</id><published>2003-04-01T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T16:10:04.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Is Your Television Watching You?&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
Could the federal government find out what you're watching on TV? Even if you're not the subject of a criminal investigation?
&lt;br&gt;
If you're a satellite TV or TiVo owner, the answer is yes, according to legal experts and industry officials.
&lt;br&gt;
Under the USA Patriot Act, passed a month after the 9/11 terrorist attack, the feds can force a noncable TV operator to disclose every show you have watched. The government just has to say that the request is related to a terrorism investigation, said Jay Stanley, a technology expert for the American Civil Liberties Union. 
&lt;br&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.tvweek.com/technology/030303isyourtv.html" taget="_blank"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91797280?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91797280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91797280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91797280' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91739915</id><published>2003-03-31T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T17:53:41.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ASOIAF humor&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Someone jokingly suggested that Hot Pie was the Prince Who Was Promised.  Bronn &lt;a href="http://pub26.ezboard.com/fasoiaffrm3.showMessageRange?topicID=2611.topic&amp;start=21&amp;stop=40"&gt;replied&lt;/a&gt;, "Might as well make Hot Pie The Emissary of the Prophets of Bajor, The Uncrowned King of Gondor, The Once and Future King, The One Chosen to Restore Balance to the Force and the Kwisatz Haderach while you are at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91739915?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91739915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91739915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91739915' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91720528</id><published>2003-03-31T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T11:58:44.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Front row seats to the war &lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
What would it be like to be Hasham?
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
The Americans had come to establish a defensive line on Salman Hasham's property, near this city on a branch of the Euphrates River about 100 miles from Baghdad.
&lt;p&gt;
Swinging pickaxes, Marines dug trenches and fighting holes outside his front door. Others armed with M-16s asked to search his house. Across the road, a Marine relieved himself in some shrubs.&lt;br&gt;
--&lt;a href="http://www.sunspot.net/news/nationworld/iraq/bal-te.marines31mar31,0,586639.story?coll=bal%2Dhome%2Dheadlines" target="_blank"&gt;Baltimore Sun&lt;/a&gt; (3/31/2003)
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91720528?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91720528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91720528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91720528' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91638388</id><published>2003-03-30T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T00:19:18.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No global &lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/news/news.jsp?id=ns99993474" target="_blank"&gt;GPS&lt;/a&gt; blackout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91638388?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91638388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91638388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91638388' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91394712</id><published>2003-03-25T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T15:23:31.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote :: A Psalm for Our Troops&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide
under the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say of the LORD, He is my
refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.  Surely he shall
deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome
pestilence.
He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou
trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.
Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow
that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness;
nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand;
but it shall not come nigh thee. Only with thine eyes shalt thou
behold and see the reward of the wicked.
Because thou hast made the LORD, which is my refuge, even the most
High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall
any plague come nigh thy dwelling. For he shall give his angels charge
over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in
their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Thou shalt tread
upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou
trample under feet.
Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I
will set him on high, because he hath known my name.  He shall call
upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will
deliver him, and honour him.
With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.
&lt;p&gt;
--Psalm 91&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91394712?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91394712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91394712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91394712' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91394612</id><published>2003-03-25T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T23:51:59.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote :: Alone in the Dark&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Oh, but you are alone! Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness.
In bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink,
the walls of your bower closing in about you, like a hutch to trammel
some wild thing in.&lt;br&gt;
--Grima Wormtongue&lt;br&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Two Towers&lt;/i&gt; (2002)
&lt;p&gt;
...it is utter terror and loneliness that drive a man to address the
void as Thou.&lt;br&gt;
--Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91394612?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91394612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91394612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91394612' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91325696</id><published>2003-03-24T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T12:36:13.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;More radio news&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.reel-review.net/audio/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Audio archives&lt;/a&gt; for the Nick Digilio show are available in the event one falls asleep before it airs. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;tt&gt;update:&lt;/tt&gt; If the above link isn't working.  Archives can also be found &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NickDigilio/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91325696?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91325696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91325696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91325696' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91325396</id><published>2003-03-24T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T00:15:32.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fresh Music&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Hungry for war news, I tuned into NPR.  After the news, I was surprised to hear them playing something other than jazz.  Their &lt;a href="http://worldcafe.org" target="_blank"&gt;World Cafe&lt;/a&gt; program plays an excellent selection of alternative music. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91325396?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91325396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91325396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91325396' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-91324312</id><published>2003-03-24T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T22:54:02.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Watching the War&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Watching the war on television is like gaping at a bad car accident -- it is difficult to look away.  What the hell... death is fascinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-91324312?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91324312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/91324312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91324312' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-90282930</id><published>2003-03-06T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T00:01:37.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://www.dvdprofiler.com/mycollection.asp?alias=JF5" target="_blank"&gt;dvd collection&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-90282930?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90282930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90282930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90282930' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-90281176</id><published>2003-03-06T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T22:14:18.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.centcom.mil/galleries/leaflets/showleaflets.asp"&gt;leaflets&lt;/a&gt; that U.S. forces are dropping over Iraq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-90281176?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90281176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90281176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90281176' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-90203338</id><published>2003-03-05T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T17:45:40.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ASOIAF News&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A Storm of Swords&lt;/i&gt; is now available in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/055357342X" target="_blank"&gt;paperback&lt;/a&gt;.  It is &lt;a href="http://pub26.ezboard.com/fasoiaffrm1.showMessage?topicID=435.topic" target="_blank"&gt;rumored&lt;/a&gt; to contain a chapter from &lt;i&gt;A Feast for  Crows&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-90203338?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90203338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90203338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90203338' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-90137415</id><published>2003-03-04T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T13:46:48.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Vacation Plans&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
My brother and I are planning a road trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.essex1.com/people/thompsn/pics/coralcastle.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Coral Castle&lt;/a&gt; this summer.  The &lt;a href="http://www.coralcastle.com/biography.asp" target="_blank"&gt;story&lt;/a&gt; behind its construction is remarkable.  We may also catch a few Civil War re-enactments along the way.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-90137415?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90137415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90137415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90137415' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-90092952</id><published>2003-03-03T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T01:03:55.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quote :: Democracy&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
The state is the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it lies, 
too; and this lie creeps from its mouth:  `I, the state, 
am the people.'... Everything about it is false; it bites with stolen teeth.&lt;br&gt;
--Frederich Nietzsche, &lt;i&gt;Thus Spake Zarathustra&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-90092952?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90092952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90092952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90092952' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-90062439</id><published>2003-03-03T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T16:16:25.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ASOIAF News&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
The prologue to &lt;a href="http://www.westeros.org/Citadel/Books/Martin01a.html"&gt;George R. R. Martin&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;i&gt;A Feast For Crows&lt;/i&gt; is available in the March issue of Dragon:&lt;br&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thealienonline.net/ao_030.asp?tid=1&amp;scid=2&amp;iid=1460" alt=Arms of the Kraken TARGET="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.essex1.com/people/thompsn/pics/dragon305cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-90062439?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90062439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90062439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90062439' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-90062425</id><published>2003-03-03T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T11:25:18.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;WHAT IS 'EILEDON'?&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
A made-up word found in a Stuart Adamson lyric:
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;First, there is Eildon, a historically notable "beauty spot" whose ancient inhabitants opposed the Roman occupation... Second, there is the word "eidolon" which suggests something which is seen but not quite real. This word can connote something dark and ominous, as in Poe's verse (and in Stuart's warning that "reckoning is drawing near"), but can also mean an ideal, an imaginary thing which is yearned for by the writer. By combining these two distinct words -- Eildon and eidolon -- into "Eiledon", Stuart creates his own ideal "place to call my own". Eiledon is an imaginary place, but it still provides "strength... to see the future through." In the same way that MacDiarmid's old (and slightly inebriated) man reflects on the past and imagines a future Scotland, Stuart elegantly imagines his own. This song is both a tribute to and a comment on MacDiarmid's vision.&lt;br&gt;
--&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/CapeCanaveral/7869/eiledon_.html"&gt;Christian Jennings&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;

updated: I dislike the utopian implications... decided Anorakish was a more suitable title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-90062425?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90062425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90062425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90062425' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-90061898</id><published>2003-03-03T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T18:55:37.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;PostSubject&gt;VERSE&lt;/PostSubject&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
By a route obscure and lonely,&lt;br&gt;
Haunted by ill angels only,&lt;br&gt;
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,&lt;br&gt;
on a black throne reigns upright,&lt;br&gt;
I have reached these lands but newly&lt;br&gt;
From an ultimate dim Thule-&lt;br&gt;
From a weird climate that lieth, sublime,&lt;br&gt;
Out of SPACE - out of TIME.&lt;br&gt;
--Edgar Allan Poe, &lt;i&gt;Dream-land&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-90061898?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90061898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/90061898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90061898' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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-5113660.post-89916921</id><published>2003-02-28T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T18:53:54.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Coming soon...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113660-89916921?l=anorakish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/89916921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113660/posts/default/89916921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anorakish.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89916921' title=''/><author><name>Sandor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11536131513905668976</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>
