<?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-4146891088470328972</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:15:02.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>found and otherwise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146891088470328972.post-706565565025494916</id><published>2007-12-23T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:56:38.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life is a mystery..."</title><content type='html'>"Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone, I hear you call my name, and it feels like home...just like a dream, you are not what you seem...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~ Madonna, "Like A Prayer")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-706565565025494916?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/706565565025494916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/706565565025494916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-is-mystery.html' title='&quot;Life is a mystery...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-6418545820207490874</id><published>2007-12-23T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:48:46.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"No power..."</title><content type='html'>"No power can withstand divine Love.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~ from 'Science &amp; Health' by Mary Baker Eddy, p.224)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-6418545820207490874?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/6418545820207490874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/6418545820207490874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-power.html' title='&quot;No power...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-1676236081197782357</id><published>2007-12-23T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:40:33.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am the most beautiful ..."</title><content type='html'>"I am the most beautiful thing that no one has ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~ ad for a candybar, seen downtown near CVS on Washington St.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-1676236081197782357?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/1676236081197782357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/1676236081197782357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-most-beautiful.html' title='&quot;I am the most beautiful ...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-2076002856227254105</id><published>2007-12-16T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:27:54.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I thought..."</title><content type='html'>"I thought she was a gopher, but she was not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~Eric Carlysle, October 4th, 1952)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-2076002856227254105?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/2076002856227254105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/2076002856227254105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-thought.html' title='&quot;I thought...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-6865595766590608601</id><published>2007-12-15T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T20:09:37.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wouldn't it be weird if..."</title><content type='html'>"Wouldn't it be weird if now when we died our lives flashed before our eyes all Photoshopped with a soundtrack?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-6865595766590608601?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/6865595766590608601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/6865595766590608601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/wouldnt-it-be-weird-if.html' title='&quot;Wouldn&apos;t it be weird if...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-5712023512624579973</id><published>2007-12-15T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:33:31.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"God it feels really good to..."</title><content type='html'>"God it feels really good to climb out of that box of peanuts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~Mouse 1 to Mouse 2, near the fridge on Tuesday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-5712023512624579973?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/5712023512624579973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/5712023512624579973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-it-feels-really-good-to.html' title='&quot;God it feels really good to...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-689419917509987839</id><published>2007-12-15T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:29:26.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I had a donut..."</title><content type='html'>"If I had a donut, I would probably give it to you, unless it was a lemon donut. &lt;br /&gt;Because neither one of us really likes lemon donuts, so that would be kind of a crappy gift, right? Unless you threw it against a tree, which would make me laugh really hard."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-689419917509987839?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/689419917509987839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/689419917509987839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-had-donut.html' title='&quot;If I had a donut...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-2572420473030232886</id><published>2007-12-15T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:22:42.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I always thought 'Amazing Grace'..."</title><content type='html'>"I always thought 'Amazing Grace' was a song about a blind woman who got to see and I didn't realize what the big deal was about, like why everyone was singing it all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was in this music class and these two girls that I had to write a song with wanted to use that as like the backbone, and when I was like, "WHY would we use a song about a blind woman for this?", they just looked at me for like a minute and then finally started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried to explain to me what it was about but I really didn't get it. But I also felt really kind of dumb for not being clued in on this whole church song that everyone seemed to get, so I thought about it in the back of my head for a few years and finally it seemed like it was about some sort of spiritual sense or something that people are capable of experiencing or receiving or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made it a bit easier for me to get that song, and now I really like it and like thinking about this experience that can like transform anyone and anything, I guess kind of like me, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really took me a long time to get past the material idea of just this woman just not needing reading glasses anymore and everyone singing about it in church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~Julia Marshcan, into my taperecorder, Spring, 1997)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-2572420473030232886?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/2572420473030232886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/2572420473030232886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-always-thought.html' title='&quot;I always thought &apos;Amazing Grace&apos;...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-5198530166843285929</id><published>2007-12-15T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:10:26.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is..."</title><content type='html'>"What is the color of Love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~Written on the sidewalk near the dogpark; Jamaica Plain, MA.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-5198530166843285929?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/5198530166843285929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/5198530166843285929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-color-of-love-written-on.html' title='&quot;What is...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-3583097504230102942</id><published>2007-12-15T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:08:50.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am laughing on the inside..."</title><content type='html'>"I am laughing on the inside while I wait for the train. Even though it is raining out currently, the air smells nice, the light is reasonable, and my ears are clear of complaints." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~Twitter by Alicia Z. on September 16th, 2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-3583097504230102942?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/3583097504230102942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/3583097504230102942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-laughing-on-inside.html' title='&quot;I am laughing on the inside...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-2209987194979439730</id><published>2007-12-15T18:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T19:04:41.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The direction in which we go..."</title><content type='html'>"The direction in which we go makes me sneeze when it is close, &lt;br /&gt; cry when it is stagnant, and shiver when it is correct."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~Samantha Courbin, Alaska Journey '07, Camp Wonderton, AK)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-2209987194979439730?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/2209987194979439730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/2209987194979439730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/direction-in-which-we-go.html' title='&quot;The direction in which we go...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-7425358339647867284</id><published>2007-12-15T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:59:18.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I cannot wait..."</title><content type='html'>"I cannot wait, as you are here.&lt;br /&gt; I cannot wait, because you're dear.&lt;br /&gt; I can only wait because you're clear.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And then it is not really waiting, it is something else entirely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~from "Fruits and Such: A Tale Of Growth On The Vines", by John Candle-Movitz; &lt;br /&gt;  Wicker Press, 2002)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-7425358339647867284?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/7425358339647867284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/7425358339647867284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cannot-wait.html' title='&quot;I cannot wait...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-1248195433734345162</id><published>2007-12-14T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:50:21.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"We are currently crossing..."</title><content type='html'>"We are currently crossing The Impossible. Houston, can you hear me? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~Elizabeth Alexander-Cavendish during her expedition to the North Pole with her cat Houston; 1863.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-1248195433734345162?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/1248195433734345162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/1248195433734345162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-are-currently-crossing.html' title='&quot;We are currently crossing...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-3893612346693373539</id><published>2007-12-14T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:30:14.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"When reason gives way..."</title><content type='html'>"When reason gives way to feeling, it is time to go for a very nice bike ride indeed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~ "Carl" on the T, on his way home from a grief stricken funeral; March, 2002.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-3893612346693373539?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/3893612346693373539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/3893612346693373539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-reason-gives-way.html' title='&quot;When reason gives way...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-9101219391344451456</id><published>2007-12-14T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:27:39.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am at a loss for words..."</title><content type='html'>" I am at a loss for words",&lt;br /&gt;  said the banker to the thief, &lt;br /&gt;" I thought you knew me,&lt;br /&gt;  but apparently I was wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ From "A Lion's Tale of Witchcraft and Brewery"; Osshin Press, 1972.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-9101219391344451456?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/9101219391344451456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/9101219391344451456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-at-loss-for-words.html' title='&quot;I am at a loss for words...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-4278898994865338355</id><published>2007-12-14T18:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:23:38.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We cannot please each other...</title><content type='html'>"We cannot please each other when we know not what we do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(~Alexei Sureygev, Foster Elementary School of Logistics and Culinary Research; 2002)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-4278898994865338355?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/4278898994865338355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/4278898994865338355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-cannot-please-each-other.html' title='We cannot please each other...'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-9188133565055344395</id><published>2007-12-14T01:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:27:47.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what we look like from outer space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejqhNHBZF3Y/R2IoM2VHD2I/AAAAAAAAATY/aCT3wyuMkvA/s1600-h/eggsinmercedes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejqhNHBZF3Y/R2IoM2VHD2I/AAAAAAAAATY/aCT3wyuMkvA/s400/eggsinmercedes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143717925618126690" 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/4146891088470328972-9188133565055344395?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/9188133565055344395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/9188133565055344395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-what-we-look-like-from-outer.html' title='This is what we look like from outer space'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ejqhNHBZF3Y/R2IoM2VHD2I/AAAAAAAAATY/aCT3wyuMkvA/s72-c/eggsinmercedes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146891088470328972.post-3962568098433197509</id><published>2007-12-13T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:10:37.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The way through is not always shorter..."</title><content type='html'>"The way through is not always shorter than the way around; the duration may be less, but the memory will last far longer.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, we navigate the true depths of time not so much by calculating efficiency, but by reckoning thoroughly with the choices at hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;~ S. Vanderweill the III&lt;br /&gt;  (Speech at Freedmont Towers; May 11th, 2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-3962568098433197509?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/3962568098433197509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/3962568098433197509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/way-through-is-not-always-shorter.html' title='&quot;The way through is not always shorter...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-3225683613674962440</id><published>2007-12-13T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:10:54.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Reason is as deftly answered..."</title><content type='html'>"Reason is as deftly answered as myth is created."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Janice Eakstring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  (Longperiod Fellow, Syngring Institute, NY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-3225683613674962440?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/3225683613674962440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/3225683613674962440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/reason-is-as-deftly-answered.html' title='&quot;Reason is as deftly answered...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-5490768396114475121</id><published>2007-12-13T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:11:12.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ideologies may conflict..."</title><content type='html'>"Ideologies may conflict, but facts, they do occur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Sophie Sorcalle, Ph.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  (Director of Phinontology; Salime D'Or Institute; Copashire, India)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-5490768396114475121?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/5490768396114475121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/5490768396114475121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/ideologies-may-conflict.html' title='&quot;Ideologies may conflict...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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-4146891088470328972.post-8952865421341392906</id><published>2007-12-13T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:11:28.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"...These things, they occur..."</title><content type='html'>"...These things, they occur; it is more a process of heat than transfusion. I think that if there were no heat, there would be no light. And heat is, of course, friction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light emanates from the discourse of our lives just as heat generates from interacting bodies. Yes, these things happen, they occur. There is really not so much we can do other than observe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, calculate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ The Baroness Von Trulow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (October 31st, 1591; Stanswick Castle, Vincashire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4146891088470328972-8952865421341392906?l=foundandotherwise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/8952865421341392906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146891088470328972/posts/default/8952865421341392906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foundandotherwise.blogspot.com/2007/12/these-things-they-occur.html' title='&quot;...These things, they occur...&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Carpenter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180583711137306506</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>
