<?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-1302805194310160622</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:59:18.167-05:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='tv'/><category term='commonplace book'/><category term='project'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='housework'/><category term='food'/><category term='internet'/><category term='electronics'/><title type='text'>Logan's Web Log</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-6609325180272900458</id><published>2010-01-10T23:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:40:19.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival Skills</title><content type='html'>I've gained around 18 pounds over the past year, and I've been thinking I need a new motivation to keep in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to what I'm calling a direct incentive, which is a plan to buy myself awesome custom jeans as soon as I maintain my target weight for four weeks, I had another idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about all the physical activities I've thought about doing, but never tried before, I came up with the following list of what I'm calling "Survival Skills". My idea is to spend a day to a couple of weeks focusing on doing each of these things this year. Some of them I'll need to take some basic instruction, some I just need to do and/or practice. They don't all require athleticism, but they are all physical activities that I imagine I will enjoy more if I'm fit, and which will help keep me experiencing my body, which is the opposite of how I gained weight (zoning out of "the now" with food and inactivity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery&lt;br /&gt;Shooting&lt;br /&gt;Basic self defense&lt;br /&gt;Martial art&lt;br /&gt;Equestrian&lt;br /&gt;CPR &amp;amp; First Aid&lt;br /&gt;Geocache/orienteering&lt;br /&gt;Rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;Sailing&lt;br /&gt;Singing/Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason I haven't tried some of these things, or continued with some of the ones I have tried and even practiced diligently in the past, is that I felt a phantom of obligation along with the activities that seem like "hobbies" or "avocations", something you should do for a long time, or practice daily, so I just never got going. I'm eliminating that inertia with the survival skills list by deciding to only dip my toes in to each one once a year. If this works out well, I'll do it again in 2011, 2012, etc. I'l have a nice little repertoire of skills getting renewed in a yearly cycle, any one of which I can pursue more deeply or not. Either way, I'll get to try lots of things, and be all well-rounded and outdoorsey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, of course, this list will help me survive the monetary crash end-times. Or the nuclear armageddon. Or the zombie-pocalypse. (The singing is for around the fire at night. And 'cause zombies hate guitars).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-6609325180272900458?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6609325180272900458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2010/01/survival-skills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/6609325180272900458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/6609325180272900458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2010/01/survival-skills.html' title='Survival Skills'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-1960417293986119001</id><published>2009-08-13T16:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:55:21.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Convenience Food is Convenient</title><content type='html'>I've been a long-time enthusiast of food writer Michael Pollan. However, I got annoyed with him the other day. He was on NPR talking about avoiding  "convenience foods" and insinuating that people who say they don't have time to cook, probably do, but just don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Pollan means well, but let's not forget that convenience foods are a technology which, along with the birth-control pill, made possible the mass migration of American women to higher education and the workplace. Sure, it's better to eat fresh food not laden with preservatives, sugar and hydrogenated fats, and cooking from scratch can be fun and meditative. But cooking could also be a thankless, time-consuming drugery for women before the Fifties, when many household conveniences were introduced, or became more accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, gourmet cooking at home has become trendy (or, as Pollen points out, watching shows about gourmet cooking at home has become trendy). And more men are into cooking. But there's still some historical baggage attached to cooking, at least for me, and I expect for others. Heck, let's not even say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;historical&lt;/span&gt;: women now outnumber men in attending college, but they generally still do most of the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we all need to eat better, fresher food, and cook at home more often. But we should also enjoy the ease and extra time that food technology affords us, especially if the occasional frozen pizza helps crank the stress level down a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things in moderation, even virtuous cooking and eating. To celebrate this notion today, I bought a box of Bisquick, looking forward to some easy biscuits that always taste better than my scratch ones anyway. And then I had a sandwich: local, co-op grown tomatoes for Michael Pollan, and pre-packaged, pre-sliced Oscar Meyer bologna for Betty Friedan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oldrecipebook.com/cookbook/Bisquick-biscuits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://oldrecipebook.com/cookbook/Bisquick-biscuits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-1960417293986119001?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1960417293986119001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/08/convenience-food-is-convenient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/1960417293986119001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/1960417293986119001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/08/convenience-food-is-convenient.html' title='Convenience Food is Convenient'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-3050040583423488801</id><published>2009-08-10T11:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:27:59.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commonplace book'/><title type='text'>Gaiman &amp; Gibson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neverwhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Neil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;, 1996. Fantastic as expected, based on what else I've read by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gaiman&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stardust&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Gods&lt;/span&gt;). Curiously, the Dante-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; plot and the motifs of an underground &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;feudal&lt;/span&gt; society and esteem of rats, is painfully similar to China &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mieville's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King Rat&lt;/span&gt; of 2000. I actually didn't like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King Rat&lt;/span&gt; very much and didn't finish it - which was disappointing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;largely&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mieville's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scar&lt;/span&gt; is, no joke, my very favorite book of all time. Anyway, I'm sure Gaiman and Mieville know each other, and I wonder what they talk about when they talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neverwhere&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King Rat&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Count Zero&lt;/span&gt;, William Gibson, 1986. Thrilling, freaky follow-up to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neuromancer&lt;/span&gt;. When I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neuromancer&lt;/span&gt;, I could see how the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Matrix&lt;/span&gt; was a brazen copy, but I'm pretty sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neuromancer&lt;/span&gt; doesn't even use the term "the matrix". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Count Zero&lt;/span&gt; does contain that term, so I'm starting to think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Matrix&lt;/span&gt; is an homage to Gibson's entire opus, with bits taken from each one. I'm anticipating being irritated when the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neuromancer&lt;/span&gt; movie comes out and people complain that it's a rip-off of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Matrix&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main difference between the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matrix&lt;/span&gt; movies and Gibson's work: in the movies the mystical stuff is allowed to stand in all its sappy, sentimental, he-is-the-one glory. With Gibson, the mystical stuff (a sort of cyber-vodoun in the case of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Count Zero&lt;/span&gt;, the Rastafarian Zionists in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neuromancer&lt;/span&gt;), is only one perspective represented. With Gibson, you're never quite sure if, instead of god (or loa) pulling the strings, it's unthinkable wealth, corporate power, cutting-edge biometric circuitry, or a rogue AI that's causing all the unexplained mischief. I can't wait to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mona Lisa Overdrive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-3050040583423488801?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3050040583423488801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/08/gaiman-gibson-rome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/3050040583423488801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/3050040583423488801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/08/gaiman-gibson-rome.html' title='Gaiman &amp; Gibson'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-5100543151603428043</id><published>2009-08-04T11:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:46:12.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commonplace book'/><title type='text'>Recently Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blue Sword&lt;/span&gt;, Robin McKinley, 1982. Suggested by my friend Melissa. An epic young adult fantasy set in a desert environment. The attention to the world's ecology, culture, and language, plus the themes of destiny and love reminded me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dune&lt;/span&gt;. McKinley is a beautiful writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wizard's First Rule&lt;/span&gt;, Terry Goodkind, 1995. First book in the series which is the basis for the TV show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Legend of the Seeker&lt;/span&gt;. As with many media franchises, I found out this book is way more intense and dark than the TV show. I read the last two-thirds of it in an eight-hour sitting one Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Age of the Unthinkable: Why the New World Disorder Constantly Surprises Us And What We Can Do About It&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="ptBrand"&gt;Joshua Cooper Ramo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="binding"&gt;, 2009.&lt;/span&gt; While mostly about matters geopolitical, this book is written to get you thinking about your own personal "deep security": meeting adversity by being adaptable, multifaceted, and sociable.&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/SnhiR75y1XI/AAAAAAAABC4/lme6tVNBdgM/s1600-h/butlercover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/SnhiR75y1XI/AAAAAAAABC4/lme6tVNBdgM/s320/butlercover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366147016289342834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt;, Octavia Butler, 1987. First book in the Xenogenesis/Lilith's Brood series. I've wanted to read this series for a while, after reading some of Butler's Parable series. One thing disturbed me, though, about the cover art on the first edition copy I borrowed from the library. It shows a recognizable scene from the book, in which the protagonist, Lilith, a black woman, opens a stasis container and releases another woman. However, the illustration depicts Lilith as a very pale white woman. Wow. I mean, even in 1987, did Warner Books think they could sell more copies if they put a white woman on the cover instead of a black woman? Did they think it was worth creating a major disjoint between the cover and the story? Bizarre and ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-5100543151603428043?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5100543151603428043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/08/recently-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/5100543151603428043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/5100543151603428043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/08/recently-read.html' title='Recently Read'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/SnhiR75y1XI/AAAAAAAABC4/lme6tVNBdgM/s72-c/butlercover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-3035010097136352820</id><published>2009-07-01T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:08:01.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commonplace book'/><title type='text'>Recently Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Colossal Hoax: The Giant From Cardiff That Fooled America&lt;/span&gt;, Scott Tribble 2009&lt;br /&gt;   I'm a sucker for entertaining historical monographs. While not quite of the calibre of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salt&lt;/span&gt;, this was fairly entertaining. It gives an interesting overview of 1870's American pop culture and religious and scientific thought, especially covering the Burnt-Over District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Debt of Bones&lt;/span&gt;, Terry Goodkind, 1998&lt;br /&gt;   We've been watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Legend of the Seeker&lt;/span&gt; on TV. This is a prequel to the books the TV series is based on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stone Fey&lt;/span&gt;, Robin McKinley, Illustrated by John Clapp, 1998&lt;br /&gt;   Robin McKinley was recommended by a good friend. This was all I could find checked in at my library one day. It was in the children's picture book section, but I don't know...it has some pretty heavy themes: the wild vs. civilization (the archetype of the fey, of course), obsession and desire, teen sexuality, and ambivalence about marriage. A gorgeous story, and gorgeous illustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Story of Your Life", Ted Chiang, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nebula Awards Showcase 2001&lt;/span&gt;, ed. Robert Silverberg&lt;br /&gt;    I loved this novella. Every sci fi story has some science in it, right? In this case, the science is linguistics (and some really cool aliens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mars is No Place for Children", Mary A. Turzillo, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nebula Awards Showcase 2001&lt;/span&gt;, ed. Robert Silverberg&lt;br /&gt;   Nebula winner for "novelette". A gritty look at Martian colonization. Kombucha plays a role in the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Cost of Doing Business", Leslie What, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nebula Awards Showcase 2001&lt;/span&gt;, ed. Robert Silverberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Wedding Album", David Marusek, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nebula Awards Showcase 2001&lt;/span&gt;, ed. Robert Silverberg&lt;br /&gt;   A look at AI - struck me as plausible, but maybe just because the characters were so good. Frightening; I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Judas Danced", Brian W. Aldiss, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nebula Awards Showcase 2001&lt;/span&gt;, ed. Robert Silverberg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-3035010097136352820?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3035010097136352820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/07/recently-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/3035010097136352820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/3035010097136352820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/07/recently-read.html' title='Recently Read'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-400386138921900256</id><published>2009-06-01T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:03:19.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commonplace book'/><title type='text'>Recently Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Neuromancer&lt;/span&gt;, William Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Little Brother&lt;/span&gt;, Cory Doctorow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Stars My Destination&lt;/span&gt;, Alfred Bester&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-400386138921900256?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/400386138921900256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/06/recently-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/400386138921900256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/400386138921900256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/06/recently-read.html' title='Recently Read'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-1946028718210770004</id><published>2009-05-16T19:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:03:48.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Project: Cloth Napkins and Metropolis, IL</title><content type='html'>Sometime around 1999 or 2000 I picked up a bunch of fabric at the famous &lt;a href="http://www.hancocks-paducah.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Hancock's of Paducah, KY&lt;/a&gt; on the way from St. Louis to Nashville. One of these was this cotton with a swirly gold/purple/lime oil-and-water pattern. At the time, I'm sure I was thinking of making it into a dress or bellbottoms or a pipe pouch or some-such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've been out of paper napkins for a few weeks, and we've been burning through the paper towels. So that I don't have to buy paper napkins ever again (I hope), I decided to make napkins. Since I still love this fabric, but no longer have the perverse need to wear it, I figured it was finally time to cut it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I did sigh a little, noting the bitter-sweet truth that this beautiful raw article would lose its infinite potential once it became something. But by becoming something imperfect and narrow in scope, it could be seen, and touched, and stained, and worn, and faded in the sun, and remembered by people who came to dinner. The alternative is sitting in a dark closet being nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sg9XQFaZhUI/AAAAAAAAAvM/xLzrO0-73Wg/s1600-h/DSCI0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sg9XQFaZhUI/AAAAAAAAAvM/xLzrO0-73Wg/s320/DSCI0361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336580017299752258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tore eight 16-inch squares, then I pressed each piece, and pressed down a 1/2 inch hem. Then I went to the machine and folded a quarter inch under as I sewed the hem. I did a loose-ish miter corner freehand at each corner (Die, pins!), clipping the corner first. The eight napkins took me about two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you're ever driving between St. Louis and Nashville, you must stop in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metropolis,_Illinois" target="_blank"&gt;Metropolis, Illinois&lt;/a&gt;. Go see the shrine to Superman down town; the museum/comic book store, the statue of the Man of Steel, etc. But also go see &lt;a href="http://www.agilitynut.com/06/3/metbj2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;this at the Metropolis Big John supermarket.&lt;/a&gt;  It's got to be twice the size of the Superman statue, and way more impressive. If you're going to brand your town as a tribute to a fictional character, don't let another fictional character be bigger! I couldn't stop talking about Big John for weeks, but Superman was just kinda meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-1946028718210770004?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/1946028718210770004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-cloth-napkins-and-metropolis-il.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/1946028718210770004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/1946028718210770004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-cloth-napkins-and-metropolis-il.html' title='Project: Cloth Napkins and Metropolis, IL'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sg9XQFaZhUI/AAAAAAAAAvM/xLzrO0-73Wg/s72-c/DSCI0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-7682134887583836386</id><published>2009-04-10T08:34:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:48:31.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electronics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>Homemade antenna</title><content type='html'>I've been anxious to put these pictures up, but really tired from my new job this week, and therefore not getting around to it. Thanks MJ for the kick in the pants to post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the UHF antenna I built using &lt;a href="http://blog.makezine.com/archive/2009/01/maker_workshop_pdf_dtv_antenna.html"&gt;these plans&lt;/a&gt; from Make Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans say all materials should cost $20 or less, but I spent around $28. My only disappointment is that I might have bought an antenna for less. But it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some action shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9Mg1hlXII/AAAAAAAAAsw/zAnl9UdUsVI/s1600-h/DSCI0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9Mg1hlXII/AAAAAAAAAsw/zAnl9UdUsVI/s320/DSCI0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323057411582680194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful day, and I set up a workshop outside. It snowed the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9NZKvtvUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/EcEnEoPhk-I/s1600-h/DSCI0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9NZKvtvUI/AAAAAAAAAs4/EcEnEoPhk-I/s320/DSCI0270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323058379351768386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plying the coat hangers. Nice perspective on this shot, husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9N3jJZ5nI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_vpBDG-eUx0/s1600-h/DSCI0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9N3jJZ5nI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_vpBDG-eUx0/s320/DSCI0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323058901298046578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting. I'm not sure my Snap-On diagonal cutters were ever meant for this purpose. If mere coat hangers kill your dikes, will Snap-On still honor the warranty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9OoXkZ1bI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ltjBTIR6WbY/s1600-h/DSCI0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9OoXkZ1bI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ltjBTIR6WbY/s320/DSCI0273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323059740003653042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembled. Sorry for the blur. This thing seems to have a personality. It's just dripping with evil potential. We have to do something about the tines so no one gets their eye poked out, like I almost did dozens of times while constructing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9PWypsU4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bOynm7ji1sg/s1600-h/DSCI0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9PWypsU4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bOynm7ji1sg/s320/DSCI0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323060537547576194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is tuning our TV (via the digital converter box) to KETC 9-4, the PBS DIY  channel. I didn't see an increase in picture quality with the antenna versus the old rabbit ears, but it did catch about six additional channels, including all of the PBS stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished right in time, because we were hoping to watch a PBS documentary on water infrastructure the next day. "Liquid Assets" was recommended by Peter's sister, a civil engineer. It was really interesting and I'm glad I got to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures still cuts out A LOT when it's windy. But I'm starting to think it's just our crappy converter box. When we hooked the antenna up to P's eyeTV tuner and watched some TV on his MacBook, the picture was crystal clear, with no faltering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-7682134887583836386?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7682134887583836386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/homemade-antenna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/7682134887583836386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/7682134887583836386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/homemade-antenna.html' title='Homemade antenna'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/Sd9Mg1hlXII/AAAAAAAAAsw/zAnl9UdUsVI/s72-c/DSCI0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-198008379765378061</id><published>2009-04-06T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:50:04.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Cable vs 'Nets and Sita Sings the Blues</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, Peter and I cancelled our cable due to the Hurricane Ike flooding. You see, our cozy basement rec room was where the big screen and the only cable connection were, and our basement is now stinky and unliveable due to Ike and a subsequent flood. Thus, while the landlord continues her slow steps toward making the house ship-shape, we have no use for cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around this time, we also resolved to watch less TV. We've replaced most of our broadcast-TV watching with hulu.com and watching short videos online, and the occasional DVD. Even though we consume a fair amount of video, we don't just zone out mindlessly in front of the TV for hours and watch whatever happens to be on Comedy Central, or Food or Travel Channel (yeah, like we used to). It's sad not to have access to Anthony Bourdain or Alton Brown, but good god, how many episodes of Clean House did I WATCH???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wishful thinking if I believe that watching videos on the 'net is slightly better for your brain than watching broadcast TV? After all, with nearly infinite options, I usually end up applying some criteria for choosing, or else I would be overwhelmed with choices. And normally, when an online video ends, the screen freezes, and you have to DO something to get it moving again; you can't just sit there and wait for something else to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is wishful thinking. But there ARE some amazing things on the web that you would never find on broadcast TV, and here is one shining example; &lt;a href="http://www.sitasingstheblues.com/"&gt;Sita Sings the Blues&lt;/a&gt;, a Creative Commons film that you can watch for free online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-198008379765378061?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/198008379765378061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/cable-vs-nets-and-sita-sings-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/198008379765378061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/198008379765378061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/04/cable-vs-nets-and-sita-sings-blues.html' title='Cable vs &apos;Nets and Sita Sings the Blues'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-7031195763628925392</id><published>2009-03-20T15:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:46:23.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enumerator</title><content type='html'>I just got a call from the Census Bureau; I got a job as an Enumerator! For about eight weeks I'll be doing the preliminary work for the 2010 Census, that is, travelling the streets of St. Louis with a hand-held computer verifying addresses. Presumably doing this will lead to work next spring doing the actual census.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many jobs out there are both clerical AND outdoors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-7031195763628925392?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7031195763628925392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/03/enumerator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/7031195763628925392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/7031195763628925392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/03/enumerator.html' title='The Enumerator'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-256954790874319910</id><published>2009-03-20T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:56:42.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commonplace book'/><title type='text'>Deep Ancestry: Inside the Genographic Project</title><content type='html'>This week I read this short overview of the National Geographic Society's Genographic Project by Spencer Wells, the director of the project. I was in the library looking for a book by Matt Ridley (whom I read about in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reason Magazine&lt;/span&gt;), when I spotted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep Ancestry&lt;/span&gt; on the shelf nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, I bought a NGS Genographic Project kit for my mom for Mother's Day. The Genographic Project is a research effort sampling and studying indigenous people's DNA around the world in order to map ancient human migration patterns. Part of their funding comes from selling DNA analysis to curious people whose DNA they don't need. As NGS (politely) explains, the people who can afford one hundred bucks for a kit are not people whose sample is helpful to the project, because they generally live in industrialized, "melting-pot" societies, and not in the same physical places their ancestors lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I previously read all the literature sent with my mom's DNA kit, but I was happy to get into more detail in the book. It gives a great overview of contemporary genetics, especially the system of dividing humanity into different haplogroups, based on prominent shared mutations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to read more in the book about my mom's haplogroup, which turned out to be mitochondrial haplogroup X. X is spread throughout Eurasia and also arrived in North America about 15,000 years ago. I know, it's not a very specific result - less about geneaology and more about anthropology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haplogroup system is used primarily for tracing ancient human movement as we moved out of Africa and colonized the globe thousands of years ago. However, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep Ancestry&lt;/span&gt; mentions that some of its researchers hope to also use the data to study the genetic effects of more recent events like the conquests of Ghengis Khan or Alexander the Great. I would love to read the results of that line of inquiry. Totally fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most wonderful thing about contemporary genetics is in showing how closely all humans are related. There is far more genetic diversity within so-called "races" than among them. The incredible variety of appearances among humans is rather unique among animals, and fools us into thinking different groups are more innately different than they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-256954790874319910?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/feeds/256954790874319910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-ancestry-inside-genographic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/256954790874319910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/256954790874319910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-ancestry-inside-genographic.html' title='Deep Ancestry: Inside the Genographic Project'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1302805194310160622.post-6922056604991748164</id><published>2009-03-20T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:46:25.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A poem I wrote in 2001 (test post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;EVENING&lt;/span&gt; IN DALLAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only so many things one can say&lt;br /&gt;to another person over a can of beer&lt;br /&gt;under a buzzing florescent light&lt;br /&gt;at the kitchen table with the dinner dishes cleared&lt;br /&gt;but not yet washed.&lt;br /&gt;There are only so many mundane,&lt;br /&gt;peevish things one can say&lt;br /&gt;before you have to go outside in the dark&lt;br /&gt;and sit on rusty aluminum chairs&lt;br /&gt;that tilt on the cracked dirt lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to sit silently, the two of you,&lt;br /&gt;through that last half hour of Texas&lt;br /&gt;heat and static electricity,&lt;br /&gt;your throats catching on the dryness.&lt;br /&gt;Then, a long, yellow-blue bolt&lt;br /&gt;tumbles down to the north horizon,&lt;br /&gt;outshining for a moment the dull glow of Plano.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder rolls harshly, as if the city were a vast puzzle piece&lt;br /&gt;shoved hard side to side and finally falls&lt;br /&gt;in its place. The lightning storm has begun.&lt;br /&gt;You can now say things like,&lt;br /&gt;"I hope to go see the new baby by the end of the summer,"&lt;br /&gt;or "I dreamed this morning that my blue truck ran again,"&lt;br /&gt;or "I always like it when you comb your hair that way."&lt;br /&gt;And the air will begin to move&lt;br /&gt;and it will even be a little cool.&lt;br /&gt;And the cottonwood tree will shake&lt;br /&gt;and sound like rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1302805194310160622-6922056604991748164?l=loganwall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/6922056604991748164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1302805194310160622/posts/default/6922056604991748164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loganwall.blogspot.com/2009/03/poem-i-wrote-in-2001-test-post.html' title='A poem I wrote in 2001 (test post)'/><author><name>logan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04702884411824995334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnd9-Sl7zlE/ScPgdEBfsCI/AAAAAAAAArE/6GpGZSXS47E/S220/headpic0309.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
