<?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-5689706</id><updated>2012-01-02T22:27:50.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kewlchops</title><subtitle type='html'>Naïve can be sexy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>968</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-6244500807915686509</id><published>2012-01-01T13:55:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:27:50.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012: The Next Chapter</title><summary type='text'>Here I sit, the newly minted Art Director at Stamen, here in San Francisco. I'm very much looking forward to working there, and start on Tuesday. Stamen does amazing artistic and informative work, and I can't wait to plunge into the team and its projects.

I have left a position I held for just over two and a half years at the Internet Archive, resigning in December last year. I'm proud of what I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6244500807915686509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6244500807915686509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-next-chapter.html' title='2012: The Next Chapter'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2949694690642745891</id><published>2011-12-24T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T21:10:33.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve.</title><summary type='text'>Here I am, sitting in my kitchen on Christmas Eve, smelling the Beouf Bourguignon in the oven, watching Midnight In Paris.

A few hours ago, I spoke to my Mum and Dad in Adelaide, a long way away. It was a short call, that basically ended in tears of distance. Mum escaped… almost before her tears, but I heard them. I was hiding mine. Not well. There was the chance to talk to the wider family in a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2949694690642745891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2949694690642745891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4425367372801142885</id><published>2011-11-11T11:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:18:24.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susitna Glacier, Alaska</title><summary type='text'>By NASA Goddard Photo and Video</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4425367372801142885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4425367372801142885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/11/susitna-glacier-alaska.html' title='Susitna Glacier, Alaska'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1390/5099407299_e4377608e8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4698793675435521217</id><published>2011-08-26T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:41:01.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interstitial Fragment Processor</title><summary type='text'>Interstitial Fragment Processor from Golan Levin on Vimeo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4698793675435521217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4698793675435521217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/08/interstitial-fragment-processor.html' title='Interstitial Fragment Processor'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5706815404066601273</id><published>2011-08-18T21:12:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T22:26:38.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><summary type='text'>
By George

That's Niner. No-one except for me and the vets has seen him. Except hiding under my quilt. He's real, and he's just over a year old now. He's very friendly, but just with me.

Maptcha



Mike put out a call. Maptcha helps correlate old maps with new. The first incarnation works with the 1905 Sanborn Fire Insurance Atlas of San Francisco. 

The fun part about this was unpicking the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5706815404066601273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5706815404066601273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/08/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6057516253_1943d244f3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2375119040687464969</id><published>2011-08-04T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T16:16:04.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>montbretia</title><summary type='text'>By eon60Photo 6,000,000,000 on Flickr.It's true what they say about babies, kittens, sunsets and flowers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2375119040687464969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2375119040687464969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/08/montbretia.html' title='montbretia'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6015/6000000000_ee37bfbeaa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5177549876115981953</id><published>2011-08-01T16:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:31:45.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[A year or so ago] I introduced the kittehs to some of the rest of the house</title><summary type='text'> 

I've had Sixty &amp; Niner for about a year now. Boy, am I happy about that. I adopted them from the SPCA in San Francisco, and haven't looked back. (I notice there's 2011 Kitty Drive on now, if you're looking for some little lovelies yourself.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5177549876115981953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5177549876115981953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-morning-i-introduced-kittehs-to.html' title='[A year or so ago] I introduced the kittehs to some of the rest of the house'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1758217887429795546</id><published>2011-05-30T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:23:00.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>particles</title><summary type='text'>    By thesystemis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1758217887429795546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1758217887429795546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/05/particles.html' title='particles'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2902453715343743600</id><published>2011-05-26T16:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T17:00:03.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMG_2798</title><summary type='text'>
By Kyle McDonald


3D printing + Kinect</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2902453715343743600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2902453715343743600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/05/img2798.html' title='IMG_2798'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3624/5717369771_3def6b8f9b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-6366440263426947119</id><published>2011-05-24T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:54:59.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deipnosophists</title><summary type='text'>From Book XII, Love of Pleasure:
For there if any man invites another
To any banquet, eighteen others come;
Ten chariots, and fifteen pairs of horses,
And for all these you must provide the food,
So that 'twere better to invite nobody.
"Philosophers at Dinner"
The Deipnosophistae (deipnon, "dinner", and sophistai, "professors"; original Greek title Δειπνοσοφισταί, Deipnosophistai, English </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6366440263426947119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6366440263426947119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/05/deipnosophists.html' title='The Deipnosophists'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8353511374102217568</id><published>2011-05-13T13:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:19:00.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Athlete Robot</title><summary type='text'>I find this stuff utterly compelling.



Here's an A-Z list of all the Robots on Plastic Pals.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8353511374102217568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8353511374102217568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/05/athlete-robot.html' title='Athlete Robot'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2563656320891467491</id><published>2011-04-22T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:45:58.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Investiture at Buckingham Palace</title><summary type='text'>By The British MonarchyMore like this available in The British Monarchy's Flickr stream.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2563656320891467491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2563656320891467491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/04/investiture-at-buckingham-palace.html' title='Investiture at Buckingham Palace'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5573715772_0cbf16762a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4638482577568348721</id><published>2011-03-11T13:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T16:12:07.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami makes its way to Emeryville, CA (SF area)</title><summary type='text'>


By Dr_Speed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4638482577568348721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4638482577568348721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/03/tsunami-makes-its-way-to-emeryville-ca.html' title='Tsunami makes its way to Emeryville, CA (SF area)'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5058/5518709884_ffba01ba82_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-362919138265000652</id><published>2011-02-10T10:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:35:38.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Flickr</title><summary type='text'>
By George

Flickr turns 7 today.

It's not just the team today, or teams past, but anyone who's ever uploaded anything, or looked at something, or favourited something, or built an app on the API, and all the stuff like that.

http://blog.flickr.net/en/2011/02/10/happy-birthday-flickr-3/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/362919138265000652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/362919138265000652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-flickr.html' title='Happy Birthday, Flickr'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5177/5433662541_ecdd37081d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8370822074782842078</id><published>2011-01-21T11:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:51:59.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Fox Snow Dive - Yellowstone - BBC Two</title><summary type='text'>

Fox == cat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8370822074782842078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8370822074782842078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/01/amazing-fox-snow-dive-yellowstone-bbc.html' title='Amazing Fox Snow Dive - Yellowstone - BBC Two'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dP15zlyra3c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1446584198484933050</id><published>2011-01-20T15:03:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:43:48.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Appointment.</title><summary type='text'>I'm thrilled and honoured to be the Smithsonian Libraries' inaugural Research Associate, announced officially on January 7 this year.

What's a Research Associate? Often reserved for associations with the institution where a continuing relationship was desirable after academic qualifications were met, say around the study of a particular species - Research Associates maintain a consultative </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1446584198484933050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1446584198484933050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-appointment.html' title='A New Appointment.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5974853040650511322</id><published>2010-12-14T20:04:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:27:27.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clasmic.</title><summary type='text'>I was fiddling about in my office bookshelves the other night, waiting for a pizza to arrive. I uncovered my work notes from 2008, the year I was laid off by Yahoo!.  Written some time between November 7th and 11th, this note-to-self feels timely again, given the most recent layoffs in my former backyard.The Flickr Foundation is a not-for-profit organization devoted to protecting the Flickr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5974853040650511322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5974853040650511322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/12/clasmic.html' title='Clasmic.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1288241576523667958</id><published>2010-12-04T14:12:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:17:17.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's What I Have Been Wont To Do Every Now And Again With My Nerdiest Friends.</title><summary type='text'>With thanks to Ben, for outstanding record-keeping.
Escaped from the mining camp &amp; battled with Slipper
Explored the ancient Tiamat temple &amp; battled with the rust monster, skeletons, ooze
Closed the gate to hell &amp; dealt with Skeever the imp &amp; battled with the wight &amp; the kruthiks
Battled with Cyluss the white dragon hatchling &amp; the betrayal of Kurina (faux-Aurora)
Freed the villagers of Karis &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1288241576523667958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1288241576523667958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/12/heres-what-i-have-been-wont-to-do-every.html' title='Here&apos;s What I Have Been Wont To Do Every Now And Again With My Nerdiest Friends.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-970716207192261907</id><published>2010-11-23T15:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:04:36.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing, testing</title><summary type='text'>We're about to release a major revamp of the Internet Archive's BookReader. One of the things we tried to do was make it easier to share cool stuff you find in books around the web. So, here goes nothing!

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/970716207192261907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/970716207192261907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/11/testing-testing.html' title='Testing, testing'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-6956846224514850380</id><published>2010-11-14T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:36:31.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my cat.</title><summary type='text'>By heatherOr, one of them, at least. At brunch today, we discovered one of Niner's new hiding spots... Go through the doorless fourth drawer, find your way up behind the leftover drawer hardware into the third drawer, then sit and wait.I'd say Sixty (owner of paw) is shaping up to be a friendly chap. I'd also venture to say that Derek is a new fan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6956846224514850380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6956846224514850380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-my-cat.html' title='That&amp;#39;s my cat.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1307/5177588466_f0d4999735_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8332399198033623649</id><published>2010-10-05T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:35:42.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you getting this, ladies?</title><summary type='text'>By openlibrary.orgI love the smell of history and Vitalized Phosphites in the morning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8332399198033623649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8332399198033623649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/10/are-you-getting-this-ladies.html' title='Are you getting this, ladies?'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5055271300_aa64479569_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8483645342559194167</id><published>2010-08-31T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:30:54.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An itch.</title><summary type='text'>Something Russell wrote is niggling at me. Has been since I read it.
A lot of the people I see in the BRIG and around and about on the internet grew up with the web. They invented jobs to do on it and became very good at them. They built good bits of it. They understand it. But a lot of them did it, not because of something intrinsic about the technologies but because it was the new thing to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8483645342559194167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8483645342559194167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-russell-wrote-is-niggling-at.html' title='An itch.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4690784795403652727</id><published>2010-08-30T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:22:33.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Portrait of Leonard Bernstein, Carnegie Hall, New York, N.Y., between
1946 and 1948] (LOC)</title><summary type='text'>By The Library of CongressAnd, NASA joined The Commons today!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4690784795403652727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4690784795403652727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/08/portrait-of-leonard-bernstein-carnegie.html' title='[Portrait of Leonard Bernstein, Carnegie Hall, New York, N.Y., between&#xA;1946 and 1948] (LOC)'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4888065253_4a360e1565_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8186703710817729351</id><published>2010-08-29T17:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:42:26.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittehs.</title><summary type='text'>

Kittehs + Sunny Sunday = Dopey.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8186703710817729351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8186703710817729351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/08/kittehs.html' title='Kittehs.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1072478795564346757</id><published>2010-08-19T08:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:44:22.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groggy.</title><summary type='text'>My dentist is like a hitman.
I've had more of my teeth removed, drilled, cleaned and poked in San Francisco than in my life before. 

His rooms are odd to me. There's a water feature and calm bamboo Zen music. Smiling assistants and nurses (all women), and The Dentist. I'm part way through getting a crown on the tooth marked RED on the head's up display in front of my chair.

Yesterday, I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1072478795564346757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1072478795564346757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-dentist-is-like-hitman.html' title='Groggy.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5582476011182003066</id><published>2010-08-15T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T08:53:09.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><summary type='text'>By heather</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5582476011182003066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5582476011182003066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4081/4893004698_89076788d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2362777499547745633</id><published>2010-08-05T15:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:59:42.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CS404</title><summary type='text'>I've been working in the web for a long time now. I love it. I used to be fine with admitting I don't do any programming because the world was full of many more smart programmer-y type people than I would ever be. Lately though, I've felt more and more hampered by my inability to begin even the simplest programming task. 

I have worked with some top-notch programmers in my career so far, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2362777499547745633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2362777499547745633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/08/cs404.html' title='CS404'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8787163002685878459</id><published>2010-07-30T15:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:22:03.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Portrait of Sarah Vaughan, Café Society (Downtown), New York, N.Y., ca. Aug. 1946] (LOC)</title><summary type='text'>
By The Library of Congress
William P. Gottlieb (1917-2006) was one of the great jazz photographers. His iconic images documenting the great stylists and innovators in American jazz and popular music have been studied and reproduced for generations, and his collection of photographs is one of the Library’s great treasures. The Music Division is now pleased to announce the launch of the William P.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8787163002685878459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8787163002685878459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/07/portrait-of-sarah-vaughan-cafe-society.html' title='[Portrait of Sarah Vaughan, Café Society (Downtown), New York, N.Y., ca. Aug. 1946] (LOC)'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4109/4843763074_02cf25fc7e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-6072317130437457043</id><published>2010-06-11T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:20:47.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The thought of you will carry me there</title><summary type='text'>By shhflights(This is where I live.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6072317130437457043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6072317130437457043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/06/thought-of-you-will-carry-me-there.html' title='The thought of you will carry me there'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4011/4677623346_6849d837ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4246757914975510740</id><published>2010-05-30T11:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:41:36.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Find.</title><summary type='text'>Roast beef. medium: the business adventure of Emma McChesney by Edna Ferber, 1913.
FOREWORD
      Roast Beef, Medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. 
      Seated at Life's Dining Table, with the Menu of Morals before you, your eye wanders a bit over the entrees, the hors d'oeuvres, and the things a la, though you know that Roast Beef, Medium, is safe, and sane, and sure. It agrees with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4246757914975510740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4246757914975510740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/05/book-find.html' title='Book Find.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8233055114624443886</id><published>2010-05-28T23:36:00.020-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:21:39.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdotal Evidence 5.</title><summary type='text'>On identity, ageing and risk.

I had an appointment to renew my Australian passport. One of the few things I've ever done with 6 months to spare. I required 2 passport photos and $188.00 (and my passport). I needed a haircut and was getting over a cold.

America's great. You can have passport photos taken at Walgreens. Under the fluorescent lights in front of a pull-down screen in front of some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8233055114624443886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8233055114624443886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/05/anecdotal-evidence-5.html' title='Anecdotal Evidence 5.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4648716309_006ec21744_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2282528256116496629</id><published>2010-05-21T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:36:35.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Slashed Beauty" Wax wodel with human hair and pearls in rosewood
and Venetian glass case, “La Specola” (Museo di Storia Naturale),
Florence, Italy " Probably modeled by Clemente Susini (around 1790)</title><summary type='text'>By astropopThe Secret Museum Exhibition, 2010An exhibition exploring the poetics of hidden, untouched and curious collections from around the world in photographs and artifacts, by Joanna Ebenstein, co-founder of Observatory and creator of [one of my favourite projects] Morbid Anatomy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2282528256116496629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2282528256116496629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/05/slashed-beauty-wax-wodel-with-human.html' title='&amp;quot;The Slashed Beauty&amp;quot; Wax wodel with human hair and pearls in rosewood&#xA;and Venetian glass case, “La Specola” (Museo di Storia Naturale),&#xA;Florence, Italy &amp;quot; Probably modeled by Clemente Susini (around 1790)'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4624616481_d6d7824d9b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-9003781597439119829</id><published>2010-04-24T10:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T10:32:34.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typing in Public.</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday, May 15, 2010, volunteers paired with typewriters will be stationed at various locations in the city of San Luis Obispo. Anyone is allowed to sit and type for 10-15 minutes (we'll have timers). It can be something you've composed or something you've read (with attribution).
MoreI was thrilled to be asked by Mignon Khargie to contribute a "spur" for budding typists-in-public; a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/9003781597439119829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/9003781597439119829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/04/typing-in-public.html' title='Typing in Public.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3xbnGPIuis/S82W3roOYkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/6oueUnNRz7k/s72-c/oates_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-6320015259102107724</id><published>2010-04-21T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:45:35.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Publisher's Notice</title><summary type='text'>By openlibrary.orgFrom a wonderful book find I made today: Dr. Chase's Third, Last and Complete Receipt Book and Household Physician, or, Practical Knowledge for the People, published in 1897.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6320015259102107724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6320015259102107724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/04/publisher-notice.html' title='Publisher&amp;#39;s Notice'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4541911388_7afab4aaca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2899234561555184405</id><published>2010-04-17T10:43:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:54:50.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A choir as big as the Internet.</title><summary type='text'>
185 voices from 12 countries join a choir that spans the globe: "Lux Aurumque," composed and conducted by Eric Whitacre, merges hundreds of tracks individually recorded and posted to YouTube.I heard somewhere once that the measure of a city's cultural capital was the number of choirs it has. Isn't it wonderful that in spite of the choristers sitting alone in their rooms, they are able to produce</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2899234561555184405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2899234561555184405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/04/choir-as-big-as-internet.html' title='A choir as big as the Internet.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1548474569004820654</id><published>2010-04-16T01:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:27:14.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artifacts of Paper Torture</title><summary type='text'>
By George

I was recently in Washington DC for a symposium at which I took lots of notes that I intend to transcribe. In the meantime, here's a picture I took within the bowels of the Smithsonian Archive; the archive of the museum itself. A lovely couple of hours (thank you Tammy &amp; Effie) spent trawling the depths of various accession records and a few choice gems including a letter written by a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1548474569004820654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1548474569004820654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/04/artifacts-of-paper-torture.html' title='Artifacts of Paper Torture'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4524636612_197177e9c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3430718665576099779</id><published>2010-03-23T20:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:00:34.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juniper</title><summary type='text'>
By George

I went to Joshua Tree last weekend. Took lots of pictures. Here's the whole set if you're interested to flick through.

I still have a roll of Lucky 100 Black &amp; White to develop. I don't expect there'll be anything on it though, since it was so bright out there.







</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3430718665576099779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3430718665576099779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/03/juniper.html' title='Juniper'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2714/4458927720_e4b1e63283_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2660421383093842874</id><published>2010-03-17T00:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:10:41.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends</title><summary type='text'>
By George

Sophie and I have known each other for over twenty years. We spent a precious few days together in December last year. Reconnecting. Finally developed a few rolls of film today and was delighted to recall this moment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2660421383093842874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2660421383093842874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/03/soph.html' title='Old friends'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4439728468_2dd52bb2b6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8327214176441000679</id><published>2010-03-10T10:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:53:15.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scottish Heraldry Made Easy.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8327214176441000679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8327214176441000679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/03/scottish-heraldry-made-easy.html' title='Scottish Heraldry Made Easy.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8299063172390667075</id><published>2010-03-10T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:41:08.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boke of Saint Albans.</title><summary type='text'>Chapter II. Typography and BibliographyOld books must be loved, and their indiosyncrasies carefully studied, before they yield up all their treasures; that done, the observant lover will obtain possession of both soul and body; he may revel in the intellectual feast provided by the author, or he may study the material and mechanical features of the books as represented by the peculiarities of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8299063172390667075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8299063172390667075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/03/boke-of-saint-albans.html' title='The Boke of Saint Albans.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1362824141335805355</id><published>2010-03-08T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:37:56.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding</title><summary type='text'>    By GeorgeIf you haven't met me yet - though you probably have if you're reading this - one quick sure-fire way to bond with me is to playfight, like this. I'll go for the jab/right hook/uppercut, and you will react. It's like love and marriage for me. All wrapped up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1362824141335805355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1362824141335805355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/03/bonding.html' title='Bonding'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-9000003366123759931</id><published>2010-03-08T22:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:04:39.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was Oscar night the other night.</title><summary type='text'>And as much as I enjoyed the presentation a couple of years ago when 5 of the previous winners stood up and said, "You're wunderbar!" to the nominees, it doesn't get better than

Audrey Hepburn winning an Oscar® for Roman Holiday, who incidentally knocked out Deborah Carr in From Here to Eternity. In spite of fifty years, everyone loves a concise Thank You.

Art is essential. Let's never forget </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/9000003366123759931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/9000003366123759931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-was-oscar-night-other-night.html' title='It was Oscar night the other night.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1768695715319229469</id><published>2010-03-05T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:21:19.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy.</title><summary type='text'>By heatherThat's what I think, anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1768695715319229469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1768695715319229469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy.html' title='Holy.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4410396052_1aea25e833_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5218756328553298705</id><published>2010-03-01T17:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:37:56.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hs-2007-16-f-full_jpg</title><summary type='text'>By Goddard Photo and Video BlogIntensely beautiful deep space photography from NASA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5218756328553298705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5218756328553298705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/03/hs-2007-16-f-fulljpg.html' title='hs-2007-16-f-full_jpg'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2796/4398656115_ceb9a987ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-529106539872859814</id><published>2010-02-24T15:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:08:36.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxidermy Recipes.</title><summary type='text'>Yes, recipes.

In my daily testing of the soon-to-be-revealed Open Library redesign, I've stumbled on a bazillion old books I would never have otherwise, and it's been wondrous. Today, I hit the taxidermy vein to discover many works of so-called Naturalist Hunters, who wrote in great detail about how to stuff the things you kill. Even sea urchins can be stuffed.

Sitting agog, my jaw dropped even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/529106539872859814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/529106539872859814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/02/taxidermy-recipes.html' title='Taxidermy Recipes.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4169521762128488977</id><published>2010-02-23T19:31:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:22:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I had a lovely day.</title><summary type='text'>It started as a dream woefully interrupted by the old faithful shitty alarm clock I've had since I left Australia. It's called a Pocketmail, a bizarre device that was intended to let me send emails via any phone with the Old Skool whirring beep beeps that modems used to make, but I've only ever used it as my alarm clock. (I'm on the lookout for the perfect bedside clock. It's a constant vigil.)

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4169521762128488977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4169521762128488977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-i-had-lovely-day.html' title='Today I had a lovely day.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4382673005_a12c84c583_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1650730167125829239</id><published>2010-01-15T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:25:32.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeiros Outtakes</title><summary type='text'>By PaulgiI remember when Stewart spotted (and Flickr-Blogged) the central photo in this portrait and I've loved Paulgi's work ever since.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1650730167125829239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1650730167125829239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/01/romeiros-outtakes.html' title='Romeiros Outtakes'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2745/4276325771_89e8d05df4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2151467031432488209</id><published>2010-01-01T15:11:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:24:24.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy New Year from berlin to everyone! happy 2010!</title><summary type='text'> 
By weexinsitu || Stefanie Doll

New Year's Eve fireworks insanity is one of my favourite things about Deutschland. My brother Andy and I were in the thick of it back in... 2005?... wandering across the bridges that connect the old and new cities in Dresden. EVERYONE had fireworks and shot them off in no particular order, occasionally directly at us.

Happy New Year to you! Whether you add, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2151467031432488209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2151467031432488209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-from-berlin-to-everyone.html' title='happy New Year from berlin to everyone! happy 2010!'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5068285101452234808</id><published>2009-11-27T11:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:24:37.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Habits.</title><summary type='text'>Do you snack while you read? If so, favorite reading snack?
I don't normally snack as I read. I might make a cup of coffee or have a glass of wine, depending on the time of day.

Do you tend to mark your books as you read, or does the idea of writing in books horrify you?
I haven't written in books so far, though I'm thinking about starting (in pencil, of course). It's becoming apparent how much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5068285101452234808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5068285101452234808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/11/reading-habits.html' title='Reading Habits.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-291812562623522684</id><published>2009-11-20T00:02:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:18:49.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog All Dog-Eared Pages: The Library at Night.</title><summary type='text'>Every now and again I fall in love with things, like peas and mint and linguine for Sunday lunch at Zuni or my new 2010 moleskine daybook, or... this book:



Reading it (so far) is like scoffing a hot piece of toast with lots of butter on it. Alberto Manguel is new to me. I've enjoyed Borges immensely - apparently the two were friends - and have just discovered another South American novelist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/291812562623522684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/291812562623522684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-all-dog-eared-pages-library-at.html' title='Blog All Dog-Eared Pages: The Library at Night.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2715/4083453795_8d67c5b96d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4507533510954267179</id><published>2009-11-18T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:07:46.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt &amp; Pepper.</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4507533510954267179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4507533510954267179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/11/pair-opposite.html' title='Salt &amp; Pepper.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/479445357_e5700b546c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1877985743917151684</id><published>2009-11-09T21:39:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:42:17.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I ever cross your mind?</title><summary type='text'>I do like ladies who can sing and play guitar. Dolly does this particularly well.



And by golly gee, look at the size of her hair. And that purple number.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1877985743917151684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1877985743917151684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-i-ever-cross-your-mind.html' title='Do I ever cross your mind?'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3907990887434311082</id><published>2009-11-08T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:12:59.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Jews Telling Jokes.</title><summary type='text'> 

Thank you Sarah for passing this on to me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3907990887434311082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3907990887434311082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-jews-telling-jokes.html' title='Old Jews Telling Jokes.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5087527619213324120</id><published>2009-10-30T21:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:05:47.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de los Muertos</title><summary type='text'>By e p dIs soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5087527619213324120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5087527619213324120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/10/dia-de-los-muertos.html' title='Dia de los Muertos'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2248/2034959072_a04482d77a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-6004806082574600628</id><published>2009-10-27T16:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:30:33.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birth of the Soviets and the Different Organs of Soviet Power</title><summary type='text'>By LSE LibraryThis poster demonstrates the hierarchical organisation of Soviet Power. The bottom picture shows a small hut with only several people in it alongside a drawing of the virtually untouched rural scene. This scene develops and changes through the next five pictures until the top. This top picture shows the same small building as a large, ornate building with a speaker preaching to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6004806082574600628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6004806082574600628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/10/birth-of-soviets-and-different-organs.html' title='The Birth of the Soviets and the Different Organs of Soviet Power'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3273571407_40dfe78126_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2893531024354635713</id><published>2009-10-21T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:21:57.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now over to George with the weather...</title><summary type='text'>By Meg PickardWhen last I visited the BBC. Best thing ever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2893531024354635713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2893531024354635713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-now-over-to-george-with-weather.html' title='And now over to George with the weather...'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3516/3928974019_a32b6ea178_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3465370912978342887</id><published>2009-10-17T10:34:00.024-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:39:26.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Theory?</title><summary type='text'>
By tina_manthorpe

I was in Oxford about a month ago, where I was lucky enough to meet Dr. Annie Sutherland, a scholar of medieval religious literature and a fellow at Somerville College. I was chatting with her over dinner one night about the idea that we've lost the benefit of monsters in the way we learn and navigate. The suggestion that a map which notes "Here be Dragons" is far more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3465370912978342887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3465370912978342887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/10/monster-theory.html' title='Monster Theory?'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/347583501_c7c0d92b4f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3241119467351976233</id><published>2009-10-15T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:24:34.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logistics!</title><summary type='text'>By Erika Hall</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3241119467351976233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3241119467351976233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/10/logistics.html' title='Logistics!'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3478/4013741851_6d885ff4ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4424744884981724942</id><published>2009-10-02T10:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:42:50.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kashiwa Mystery Cafe.</title><summary type='text'>For the record, here are the rules of the Ogori cafe:Let's treat the next person. What to treat them with? It's your choice.Even if it's a group of friends or a family, please form a single-file line. Also, you can't buy twice in a row.Please enjoy what you get, even if you hate it. (If you really, really hate it, let's quietly give it to another while saying, "It's my treat…")Let's say "Thank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4424744884981724942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4424744884981724942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/10/kashiwa-mystery-cafe.html' title='The Kashiwa Mystery Cafe.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-7386956674895890785</id><published>2009-08-17T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:17:28.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgery</title><summary type='text'>By Least WantedDangerous librarian.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/7386956674895890785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/7386956674895890785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/08/forgery.html' title='forgery'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3470/3831869420_34cdbfc334_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5096888447546761127</id><published>2009-07-30T16:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:09:21.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies in the Art of Rat Catching.</title><summary type='text'>The Internet Archive (and therefore, Open Library) is absolutely brimming over with wonderful old books, in their fully-scanned glory. I found this one thanks to an application Edward wrote to place a "cover" image against some of the old scans that didn't have a cover image. You can watch new covers come up as they're scanned here. (Not sure how long that page will last - we hope we move it into</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5096888447546761127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5096888447546761127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/07/studies-in-art-of-rat-catching.html' title='Studies in the Art of Rat Catching.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5823240467719626972</id><published>2009-07-23T20:51:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:53:06.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><summary type='text'>Every now and then, I look back over my blog of 6 years or so and remember. Because I don't have a TV anymore, tonight is one of those nights.    I uncovered a report from the city, issued on November 12, 2005, when I'd just moved to San Francisco. It stated that I'd done fairly well landing in my new home (San Francisco), but that there were still some things to do. I wrote an update to this on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5823240467719626972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5823240467719626972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3071879267727986652</id><published>2009-07-22T20:01:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:33:44.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog All Dog-Eared Pages: The Mice.</title><summary type='text'>This is a lovely story written by Lydia Davis, from a book of her short stories called Almost No Memory. Thank you to Elizabeth for lending it to me. It's my new favourite. Davis' ability to write a whole, truly short story is something to behold.THE MICE (p. 13)Mice live in our walls but do not trouble our kitchen. We are pleased but cannot understand why they do not come into our kitchen, where</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3071879267727986652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3071879267727986652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-all-dog-eared-pages-mice.html' title='Blog All Dog-Eared Pages: The Mice.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8718356728249677394</id><published>2009-07-13T14:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:40:33.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's an idea...</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago there was a Robot Games &amp; Expo held at Fort Mason here in San Francisco. The reason I know this is because at the Internet Archive's public Friday lunch the day before, Mario mentioned that he was looking forward to seeing an AI robot make its way through a maze, a la rats in a maze looking for cheese, that classic experiment.I can't quite remember why I began thinking about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8718356728249677394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8718356728249677394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-idea.html' title='Here&apos;s an idea...'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8122536242629649276</id><published>2009-07-09T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:39:37.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Marche</title><summary type='text'>By George Eastman HouseLovely stuff from the George Eastman House. France in the 20s, by Eugène Atget.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8122536242629649276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8122536242629649276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/07/bon-marche.html' title='Bon Marche'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3603/3701259607_eb80f9ed81_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1862363141925972545</id><published>2009-07-04T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:23:36.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th.</title><summary type='text'>There's a lot I quite like about America, it turns out. Not least of which is its love of pomp and ceremony, and the amazing pipes of some of the wonderful songbirds born here.As my good friend Tom said, "if you have to sing an anthem, sing it like that."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1862363141925972545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1862363141925972545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-687546974561264228</id><published>2009-06-27T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:30:41.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>File0156</title><summary type='text'>By Eddie Law</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/687546974561264228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/687546974561264228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/06/file0156.html' title='File0156'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3665812922_debdf5f345_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4312197674244478676</id><published>2009-06-23T13:43:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:45:40.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog all dog-eared pages: The Best Australian Stories 2007 / Repossession</title><summary type='text'>I've thoroughly enjoyed Mike, Russell, Chris and Tom's various blogging of various dog-eared pages in various books they've read and enjoyed. These sorts of annotations are delicious, and bring me understanding of both the book's contents, and its reader's interpretations. Timely then, perhaps, to begin blogging some of the billions of dog-eared pages on my shelves that have lain fallow, awaiting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4312197674244478676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4312197674244478676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-all-dog-eared-pages-best.html' title='Blog all dog-eared pages: The Best Australian Stories 2007 / Repossession'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3295969291815369328</id><published>2009-05-19T16:06:00.036-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:10:45.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Metadata: A Potted History.</title><summary type='text'>Karen Coyle helps the Open Library team navigate the twisty paths of the forest that is library metadata. A little while ago, we were lucky to have her present her view of its origins at the Internet Archive. I thoroughly enjoyed her presentation and I thought someone else might so I've rewritten my notes from the session as an exciting love-and-death-style account of librarianship over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3295969291815369328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3295969291815369328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/05/library-metadata-potted-history.html' title='Library Metadata: A Potted History.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1721313634645914896</id><published>2009-05-11T17:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:14:53.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calibrating.</title><summary type='text'>"Seeing that I can find no subject specially useful or pleasing--since the men who have come before me have taken for their own every useful or necessary theme--I must do like one who, being poor, comes last to the fair, and can find no other way of providing himself than by taking all the things already seen by other buyers, and not taken but refused by reason of their lesser value. I, then, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1721313634645914896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1721313634645914896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/05/calibrating.html' title='Calibrating.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4459029837969144090</id><published>2009-05-05T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:58:38.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zookeeper feeding bears</title><summary type='text'>By The Field Museum LibraryI'm just unbelievably pleased that The Commons lives on. Remarkably pleased. I mean, like, really, really pleased.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4459029837969144090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4459029837969144090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/05/zookeeper-feeding-bears.html' title='Zookeeper feeding bears'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3404663989_886cd5e212_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5120749426487558813</id><published>2009-04-26T11:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:19:32.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new leaf.</title><summary type='text'>I'm very excited about my first day at work tomorrow in my new job at the Internet Archive, here in San Francisco, in the beautiful Presidio. I'll be heading up the Open Library project.I'm looking forward to working with new, clever people and getting my hands dirty again. I'm charged with leading the Open Library into fresh, fun territory; to enlist many hands to make "a page on the web for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5120749426487558813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5120749426487558813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-leaf.html' title='A new leaf.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2831748721507572676</id><published>2009-04-21T09:55:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:28:54.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Registering interest in preservation.</title><summary type='text'>In all my travels and conversations with staff in museums, archives and libraries last year, I noticed a theme: the ability to republish works held in public institutions is tangled by confusion, trepidation and defense.Particularly with older acquisitions, publishing on the web (or elsewhere for that matter) is virtually impossible since ongoing copyrights simply didn't account for the digital </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2831748721507572676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2831748721507572676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/registering-interest-in-preservation.html' title='Registering interest in preservation.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5899361683425705335</id><published>2009-04-12T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:10:46.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaron carves a ham (timelapse)</title><summary type='text'>    By heatherI swear I have lunch at my house like this every Sunday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5899361683425705335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5899361683425705335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaron-carves-ham-timelapse.html' title='aaron carves a ham (timelapse)'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3480692533629947258</id><published>2009-04-10T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:23:00.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone</title><summary type='text'>By Marlon Kowalski</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3480692533629947258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3480692533629947258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/stone.html' title='Stone'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3428240033_e8612022a1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3544283105028999830</id><published>2009-04-04T12:24:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:42:09.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atmospheres unknown.</title><summary type='text'>Fabulous quote from Virginia Woolf, discovered in a summary post about The Future of Libraries, the first panel at the very interesting-sounding Library 2.0 Symposium, run by the Information Society Project out of Yale Law School:A learned man is a sedentary, concentrated solitary enthusiast, who searches through books to discover some particular grain of truth upon which he has set his heart. If</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3544283105028999830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3544283105028999830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/learning-exploration.html' title='Atmospheres unknown.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2030335312196988467</id><published>2009-04-02T09:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:38:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Moonport USA</title><summary type='text'>    By State Archives of FloridaI was very excited to find this video in The Commons this morning. I remember seeing some wonderful footage of classic 50s/60s Florida from the State Archives of Florida when we first started talking - you know, "Care and Feeding of a Mermaid" sort of thing. I'm looking forward to more!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2030335312196988467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2030335312196988467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/florida-moonport-usa.html' title='Florida Moonport USA'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5414739222575222412</id><published>2009-03-16T12:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:45:50.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy notes.</title><summary type='text'>I was lucky enough to spend a day at Etech last week, courtesy of my new friend, Matt. It was the first time I'd been, and I was excited to see what all the fuss was about. I was reminded of those heinous days in my past where I had to wake up at Sparrow's Fart to get down to Sunnyvale in time to start work at Yahoo!. No matter.My favourite type of conference is one that isn't afraid to exert a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5414739222575222412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5414739222575222412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/03/messy-notes.html' title='Messy notes.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3872007731751556589</id><published>2009-02-22T12:33:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:50:40.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining. I'm hungry.</title><summary type='text'>I've been scouring the web for the perfect stew-y, gooey, beefy yummy for the wet, wintry weather we've been having in San Francisco. I found an interesting recipe over at The Guardian, and am curious about "savoury cobblers" since I'm a big fan of the sweet ones. I was also tempted by a classic Bolognese ragù, and found a recipe that uses milk instead of wine. I also found a Bacon, Beef and Blue</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3872007731751556589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3872007731751556589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-raining-im-hungry.html' title='It&apos;s raining. I&apos;m hungry.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3659381435272204329</id><published>2009-02-14T15:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:52:09.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job hunt.</title><summary type='text'>I'm so pleased that Caterina is blogging more these days. Her eclecticism and eloquence are inspirational and a pleasure to read. Nuggets abound, like this quote from Robert Heinlein snipped from her piece entitled Obsession and Spare Time Pursuits. Timely for me as I try to answer the "What do you want to do?" question: A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3659381435272204329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3659381435272204329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/02/job-hunt.html' title='Job hunt.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1866032265140509439</id><published>2009-02-11T11:40:00.013-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:22:46.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Lives, British Library</title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately, I couldn't be in London for the first conference of the Digital Lives program at the British Library. But, I was able to "give a talk" there, using Second Life. Sadly, it was at the very end of their long day, I was in a virtual world jumping all over the place like a spaz, and the people over there were rushed out at the end, but, maybe that's a positive.Jeremy John (the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1866032265140509439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1866032265140509439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/02/digital-lives-british-library.html' title='Digital Lives, British Library'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3339/3271652895_fd48feb01f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1621943075411540694</id><published>2009-01-27T09:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:01:39.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairdresser</title><summary type='text'>By Lung S. Liuhairdresser across the street. for about 70 cents, she'll shave you with a straight razor, shampoo your hair, massage your scalp, and give you a facial as well as a facial massage. she'll also run away when you try to tip her. she'll laugh it off when you tell her she's pretty and that she should hurry up so you can run home and cry when you find out that she's unavailable then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1621943075411540694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1621943075411540694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/01/hairdresser.html' title='hairdresser'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3439/3191843824_3415844ebe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3470746233849205311</id><published>2009-01-26T00:45:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:34:51.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at sea.</title><summary type='text'>
"The figurehead of the Herzogin Cecilie" from National Maritime Museum

Last year, I was honoured and excited to receive an invitation from Fiona Romeo, Head of Digital Media at the National Maritime Museum, to come to Greenwich and take part in a guest curation of the museum's photography archive. Of course, I leapt at the chance. I love exploring behind the scenes like that, and was conscious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3470746233849205311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3470746233849205311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-at-sea.html' title='Life at sea.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3258/3115298101_680fa9b33e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8153316838319423134</id><published>2009-01-20T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:15:59.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The National Anthem</title><summary type='text'>    By squashI sang along, watching from home. A good day for America.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8153316838319423134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8153316838319423134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-anthem.html' title='The National Anthem'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1931846179330390020</id><published>2009-01-11T23:28:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:42:00.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year.</title><summary type='text'>My memory is... quite bad. I now look back through Flickr to help me remember what happened. Inspired by Derek's post about his 2008.The new year started off up in a cloud with friends, some people's first ever pavlova and a girl called Sophie.I also took a nice trip to Washington, D.C. to tell some nice people about a thing.Then, Kevin tried to cook a pig underground, and I tried out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1931846179330390020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1931846179330390020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-year.html' title='Last year.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2006/2220039236_7a6f01f6a6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4719160055099442960</id><published>2009-01-09T03:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:01:57.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Louis Stevenson's birthday party, at Vailima, ca 1893</title><summary type='text'>By National Library NZ on The CommonsHave you seen the new indicommons blog? The Indicommons blog represents outreach from the Flickr Commons group beyond Flickr, to broaden knowledge of The Commons among the public and civic institutions around the world and to increase participation by the public in the Commons.The name, Indicommons (pronounced “in de commons”) derives from the Latin indico, to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4719160055099442960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4719160055099442960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/01/robert-louis-stevenson-birthday-party.html' title='Robert Louis Stevenson&amp;#39;s birthday party, at Vailima, ca 1893'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/3114984582_aafdf375ed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4044105653660418773</id><published>2008-12-17T20:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:54:18.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crikey.</title><summary type='text'>I have been entirely overwhelmed by messages from all over the place, saying nice things - THANK YOU.Seriously, such warm, heartfelt words have really made me feel better.I must say though, some of them have made it sound like I'm dead! After having a few days on the road, driving the 2,300 kilometres from Sydney to Adelaide, I've decompressed somewhat, and the intense sadness I felt in Taipei </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4044105653660418773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4044105653660418773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/12/crikey.html' title='Crikey.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4031064471761145527</id><published>2008-12-15T22:50:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:25:05.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite what I had in mind.</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this 3 days ago on a plane.I've been cooking up an end-of-year blog post, feeling like my 35th year was one of the best so far. I've been unbelievably fortunate to spend quite a lot of it traveling the world to tell people about The Commons on Flickr. I've spoken in front of hundreds of people, sat in meetings in the bowels of museums, pored over a photographic archive in person, sent a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4031064471761145527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4031064471761145527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-quite-what-i-had-in-mind.html' title='Not quite what I had in mind.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-28158193808473652</id><published>2008-11-11T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:54:22.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eerste Wereldoorlog, loopgraven</title><summary type='text'>By Nationaal ArchiefThere are some wonderful images about Armistice Day in The Commons. Just stunning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/28158193808473652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/28158193808473652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/11/eerste-wereldoorlog-loopgraven.html' title='Eerste Wereldoorlog, loopgraven'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/3019092440_fbffda9855_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2642708066972311696</id><published>2008-10-30T14:58:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:20:50.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>US States according to Flickr Photographers, Maths, Algorithms and Kitten Photos</title><summary type='text'>By Rev Dan Catt"This is the important part: Many, if not most, of these shapes will look a little weird. Possibly even “wrong”. This is both okay and to be expected for a few reasons, at least."There's some really exciting work being done at FlickrHQ. Today we released "shape files," exposing that data via the Flickr API. These files show rough, organic outlines of countries, cities, and some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2642708066972311696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2642708066972311696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/10/us-states-according-to-flickr.html' title='US States according to Flickr Photographers, Maths, Algorithms and Kitten Photos'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3024/2986830015_275a3f1446_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8588775353003801624</id><published>2008-10-28T10:26:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:21:19.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enclosures encroach.</title><summary type='text'>Who steals the goose from off the common But leaves the greater villain loose Who steals the common from off the goose. The law demands that we atone When we take things we do not own But leaves the lords and ladies fine Who take things that are yours and mine. The poor and wretched don't escape If they conspire the law to break; This must be so but they endure Those who conspire to make the law.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8588775353003801624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8588775353003801624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/10/enclosures-encroach.html' title='Enclosures encroach.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-7226499355481951907</id><published>2008-10-27T01:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:21:53.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still call Straya home.</title><summary type='text'>I was alerted to the existence of an Australian Project Runway series via A Whole Lotta Nothing, and I've spent a bit too much of this weekend immersing myself in the parlance of my homeland. Apart from getting chills at all the swearing (there's either bad dubbing or silence on telly over here), I really enjoyed seeing a bunch of Aussies messing around.Highlights include:"That kaftan was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/7226499355481951907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/7226499355481951907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-still-call-straya-home.html' title='I still call Straya home.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-657101790882449382</id><published>2008-10-05T17:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:44:41.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Invisibility."</title><summary type='text'>    Magnetic Movie from Semiconductor on Vimeo.Thank you, Timo, for showing some of that movie at Design Engaged this weekend. One of the more stimulating views. I have lots of notes, will try to write up in a spare moment, or, they might just stay in my notebook, or perhaps become present in my work!More info on that crazy film, made by Semiconductor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/657101790882449382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/657101790882449382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/10/invisibility.html' title='&quot;Invisibility.&quot;'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8527267275880605255</id><published>2008-09-30T13:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:46:03.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee v. John T. Scopes Trial: Outdoor proceedings on July 20, 1925, showing William Jennings Bryan and Clarence Darrow. [1 of 4 photos]</title><summary type='text'>From the Smithsonian InstitutionDescription: William Jennings Bryan (seated at left) being interrogated by Clarence Seward Darrow, during the trial of the State of Tennessee v. John Thomas Scopes, July 20, 1925. That Monday afternoon, because of the extreme heat, Judge Raulston moved court proceedings outdoors. The session was held on a platform that had been erected at the front of the Rhea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8527267275880605255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8527267275880605255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/09/tennessee-v-john-t-scopes-trial-outdoor.html' title='Tennessee v. John T. Scopes Trial: Outdoor proceedings on July 20, 1925, showing William Jennings Bryan and Clarence Darrow. [1 of 4 photos]'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2898242815_ffac962997_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3087925941599313189</id><published>2008-09-27T10:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:10:34.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Debate."</title><summary type='text'>Last night was round one of three presidential debates leading up to the November election. I watched it. Most debates like this will be far from satisfactory, because we expect so much, and there simply isn't enough time. Critique becomes about approach or appearance, and not the substance itself. That's fair - it's often the case.What struck me forcefully about last night's debate was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3087925941599313189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3087925941599313189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/09/debate.html' title='&quot;Debate.&quot;'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5460249680660702951</id><published>2008-09-25T10:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:54:45.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbama</title><summary type='text'>By themexicanRepublicans not coming across well, and yet it's only 47/44 in the Democrats' favour.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5460249680660702951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5460249680660702951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/09/superbama.html' title='Superbama'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2887006813_dbb1c7a6a8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5557275916525894299</id><published>2008-09-15T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:18:39.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slideshow</title><summary type='text'>    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5557275916525894299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5557275916525894299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/09/slideshow.html' title='Slideshow'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-6189983937775895596</id><published>2008-09-06T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:07:04.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl and Riot Cops, DNC08, Denver</title><summary type='text'>By whileseated</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6189983937775895596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/6189983937775895596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl-and-riot-cops-dnc08-denver.html' title='Girl and Riot Cops, DNC08, Denver'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/2823253971_08f9504313_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1416517121768177871</id><published>2008-09-05T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:15:20.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>243 (glo)</title><summary type='text'>By heatherLast weekend was a long weekend here. I went to the mysterious Bodega Estates with friends. We were tucked away in a large, comfortable home hidden in a series of golf courses. We ate a LOT, and laughed a lot.Good friends are the best tonic. Good photographers make you look nice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1416517121768177871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1416517121768177871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/09/243-glo.html' title='243 (glo)'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2827170686_559d23627d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2547425208911696815</id><published>2008-08-22T12:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:56:39.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanderlust.</title><summary type='text'>In a note to her husband written in case of her death, Earhart wrote: "Please know I am quite aware of the hazards. I want to do it because I want to do it. Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail, their failure must be but a challenge to others."Found on the lovely GOOD Wanderlust thingy, via foe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2547425208911696815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2547425208911696815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/08/wanderlust.html' title='Wanderlust.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.flickr.com/photos/31527_34427469121@N01.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
